When Kurt next woke up (with a slight headache) he saw Finn's hulking form moving around the hut. He raised himself up carefully to look around and noted that his father was not in the hut.

"Where's dad?"

Finn turned around suddenly.

"You're awake."

Kurt decided not to comment on how obvious that fact was.

" Burt's at the toilet block."

"Why's he allowed to go on his own?" Kurt grumbled.

"Probably because he's used to be on the ice and it's our first time. I'm making porridge, it has raisins

and syrup in it." Finn said pointing to the pot he had on the stove. "I haven't burnt it yet." He said proudly.

"Well done." Kurt said unenthusiastically as he dropped down onto the rubber mats. His feet immediately felt the cold despite the fact he was wearing three pairs of socks.

"God it's freezing."

"Yeah, it's weird, it's like my body is warm but my fingers and face are cold."

"How likely do you think it is that all our toes are going to drop off through frost bite." Kurt joked grumpily.

Finn froze and his brows furrowed as he thought carefully about the statement.

"Oh don't concern yourself to much Finn, it can only improve your dancing skills."

Finn was about to answer when the door to the hut opened letting in an icy blast of air and Burt.

"Morning Kurt." He said looking happier and more relaxed than Kurt had seen him in weeks. Then again with the elections coming up he hadn't seen him all that often in the last few weeks. Kurt tried to put on a smile, he wanted his Dad to be happy and today he was going to try his best to enjoy himself and enjoy the time he got to spend with these three men who he loved. Though he still wished it didn't have to be in the middle of a freezing cold lake.

"Morning Dad, do you think it's going to get any warmer today?" He said trying to keep the question off hand.

"Forecasts say it's going to go up to minus two"

"I guess that's not so bad."

"It's not but tonight's going to be colder, we're going to break out the electric blankets."

"We have electric blankets?" Kurt said feeling slightly pissed he had been cold last night and they had electric blankets they could have used.

"How's the porridge doing?" Burt asked ignoring Kurt.

"I think it's almost done."

"Good. That'll keep us warm and full till lunch time."

There was a slight groan from the last occupied bunk.

"Dad you're talking to loud, you'll wake Blaine."

Kurt complained looking at the bunch of curls poking up from the blankets.

"I'm awake." A muffled voice replied form under the blankets.

"Oh God. I'm not ready." Kurt said rushing to his bag to pull out his comb and facial wipes.

Burt rolled his eyes at Finn and Blaine poked his head curiously out from under the covers.

"Don't look." Kurt shouted at him.

"What?" He asked sleep dazed.

"I look terrible."

Blaine blinked at him for a few moments than gave a little laugh.

"You look adorable, your cheeks are all flushed because of the cold."

"Come on Kurt." Burt said. " You don't need to always look made up just because Blaine's around."

"No you don't." Blaine agreed. "To me you always look fantastic."

"There's nobody here to see you except the three of us and none of us judge you on the way you look." Burt pointed out.

Kurt took a deep breath. He was quiet for a moment.

"Okay." He whispered. "I suppose you have seen me in some pretty emotionally raw states."

"And I always thought you were beautiful." Blaine answered with an understand nod dragging himself out of the bed and resting his hand on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt smiled up at him.

"Freak out done?" Blaine asked.

"Freak out done." Kurt agreed. "But I really need a facial."

Blaine just smiled and shook his head slightly. Then he turned and went to put on his shoes.

"Uh.. guy the porridge is burning."

Kurt immediately jumped to his feet and grabbed the pan from Finn elbowing him out of the way.

"Why don't you take it off the heat then? Where's the bowls?"

"Here" Burt said passing him four bowls.

Kurt filled four bowls and passed them out. They sat down and took a few experimental bites of the porridge each deciding that it was warm and sweet and therefore good.

"So, you guys all ready for some fishing?"

"Yeah." Finn shouted enthusiastically.

"I've never been fishing so I'm looking forward to it." Blaine said. Kurt stayed quiet.

"Nor have I." Finn said.

"You boy's are going to love it. There's nothing like it, setting up your rods, choosing your flies , then just waiting for the fish to bite and cooking them up."

"I need to put on a face mask." Kurt said quietly, then he gave a rather false smile. "I brought enough

for everybody. It's seaweed and dead sea minerals, lake themed beauty treatment."

Finn stared at him open mouthed and Blaine smiled lovingly.

"Okay then." Burt said.

Kurt smiled widely.

"Lord knows my skin could use a pick me up. "

Finn looked between the three of them.

"I'm going to have to do this aren't I?"

"You don't have to do anything." Burt said. "But, it might be nice for us all to do something Kurt wants to do, I mean, he has gone to some of your games."

"Okay, I'll try the seafood stuff."

"Seaweed and dead sea mineral face mask." Kurt corrected as he rushed to his bag and routed out a several pots of creams and a packet of moist wipes he opened the packet and looked at it with annoyance then unscrewed the lid on a pot containing a waxy grey cream.

"You'll probably need to warm it up in your fingers a little." He said offering it to his father. Burt looked at the pot then shrugged and drove his fingers in scooping some of the hardened mixture out.

He experimentally sniffed at it.

"I like it. It smells like the gift set you got me last thanksgiving." He rubbed between his fingers warming it up and then smeared it on his nose and down his cheeks.

"So what's this stuff supposed to do?"

"It cleans out all the pores and softens the skin, make sure you get your forehead."

Kurt offered it to Finn who grimaced slightly as he drove his fingers into the pot.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked offering it to his boyfriend.
"Here, let me help you so you don't miss anywhere." Blaine offered taking the pot.

"Okay." Kurt said. He dragged his chair over to sit across from Blaine only a few inches between them. He leaned forwards and closed his eyes and Blaine (with a smile) started to apply the face mask, his fingers stroking gently across his skin. When he finished he leaned forwards and placed a careful kiss on his lips. Kurt's breath hitched slightly in surprise before he responded. He opened his eyes reluctantly and gave a dazed smile.

"That grey suites your eyes." Blaine said.

Kurt gave a little laugh.

"Your turn."

"Dude this stuff is like mud." Finn said. Blaine and Kurt looked over to see Finn, grey marks painted over his face in a messy brave heart design. Blaine doubled over with laughter.

"What?"

"I think you missed a few spots." Kurt said pointing vaguely all over his face.

"Have I?" Burt asked. His face had been covered with the mask leaving large circles around his eyes.

"Good for without a mirror." Blaine commented.

"Come here you." Kurt said to him.

Blaine kept his eyes open as Kurt covered his face. He kept smirking at Kurt's look of absolute concentration.

"Stop that you'll crease it before it's even dry."

"Sorry." Blaine said trying to match Kurt's own serious expression.

"Done." Kurt said two minutes later tilting his head from side to side.

"So..uh, how do we get this off?" Finn asked.

"Well as my moist wipes have frozen we'll have to go to the toilets."
"You want me to go outside in this?" Burt asked.

Blaine stood up and reached for his over coat.

"Let's not delay the inevitable." He said.

"It'll take a few more minutes for yours to dry and draw out the toxins." Kurt whined.

"It'll dry on the way." Burt said grabbing his own coat.

It took them all a few minutes to put their gloves back on and to zip their coats over the already multiple layers of clothing. Then Kurt delayed them for another two minutes as he grabbed his bag of clothes explaining that there was no way he was going to wear clothes he had slept in even if they were on the middle of a frozen lake. The heated toilet block would allow him to get changed without freezing to death. Burt had agreed and they had all thrown a change of boxers and undershirts into Kurt's bag and then they had headed out.

They didn't speak as they walked across the lake their heads down and scarves wrapped up around their noses. Blaine's fingers had reached out towards Kurt's though and they clasped their hand tightly together as they walked. Half way across the lake they saw three figures appear from behind the toilet block where there was a small car park. As they approached Kurt could see they were leavened down with fishing gear over their backs and ice boxes in their hands.

They stared at Kurt and his family as they walked past. A middle aged man and three teenage boys all wearing grey face mask was probably the source of the confused looks but Blaine did drop Kurt's hand rather suddenly.

"Morning." Burt said touching his hand to his cap.

"Morning." Three gruff replies came.

They got to the bathroom without any more mishaps. Burt laughed when he saw his reflection in the mirrors for the first time.

"We all look a right state."

"Is it meant to go all dry and flaky?" Finn asked.

"Yes." Kurt replied. He handed out flannels to them all and then positioned himself in front of a mirror and laid all his various pots out on the sides of the sink.

They all started washing their faces and then they searched through Kurt's bag for their toothbrushes and razors.

"I like this." Blaine said a few minutes later. "Just four guys shaving together, no words needed."

"Three guys Kurt doesn't shave yet."

"Finn!" Kurt shouted at him his now clean cheeks glowing red. He glanced at Blaine who simply mouthed 'I don't care.'

"I personally think it's all those creams." Burt said as Kurt rubbed a moisturizer in.

He turned and stared at him.

"Can we drop this please." He said his voice going high. Then he turned, grabbed his bag and went into the one shower stall slamming the door shut behind him.

"Kurt, Kid, I'm sorry." Burt shouted through the door.

"I'm getting changed Dad." Came the annoyed sounding reply.

Burt turned around with a shake of his head. As he walked back to the sink Blaine leaned in close to him.

"I think he's just really sensitive about stuff like that. He thinks he doesn't look masculine enough."

"Yeah I know that, I shouldn't have joked about it."

"I always thought Kurt's super confident about the way he looks." Finn said listening carefully to the conversation.

"He's getting there, but a lot of the bravo and clothes are to cover up his insecurities."

Finn's eyebrows furrowed together a lot.

"He's just like every other guy then."

"Of course he is." Blaine said with a look of incredibility.

"I didn't mean it like that, I mean, he always seems more sure of himself than the rest of us."

"He is but everybody has their insecurities. And this is Kurt's."

At that moment the door burst open and Kurt came out in a heavy knee length camouflage sweater black jeans and two scarves, one black one white. On his feet were bright green rubber boots and on top of his head was a white furred hat with ear flaps that had two black feathers sown onto it.

"Tada, Fishing sheik."