The day had gone quickly after their fishing mishap. Blaine and Kurt and Finn had skated rather happily all of them taking their turns at falling over (though Blaine only did so once). They gave up on skating when the temperature started to drop and their limbs ached from the various bruises they had received. Blaine had done the washing up as promised and Kurt had actually eaten a bacon sandwich. Then Burt had lit the lamps and got placed all their chairs in a circle around the hole in the floor (which was starting to ice over) and placed their small table over said hole so they could all play a game of cards. Burt had just laid out a hand of poker when there was a knock on the cabin door.

"Come in." Burt shouted leaning back in his chair.

Alan walked in followed by two men who it could clearly be seen were twins despite that one had long hair tied back and some designer stubble and the other was clean shaven, huskier and with a bold spot matching Burt's. Both were six two and wide shouldered with reddish hair and bright blue eyes.

"Hi Alan." Burt said.

Alan nodded.

"Burt, this is my partner Micko and his brother Aslo. I came to return your lure box."

"Thanks for lending us it." Aslo said. "We probably doubled our catch."

"You're welcome, Aslo and Micko, is that Scandinavian?"

"Finnish, our father moved over here in his twenties our mothers a Dixie chick." The other twin, Micko said then held up his hand showing a bottle of dark amber liquid. "Will you have a drink with us, to say thanks for the lures."

"Yeah." Burt said with enthusiasm. "Pull up a chair."

There was a little bit of scrapping and moving about (Kurt and Blaine took the opportunity to move onto the bed and the circle was widened and moved to create a semi circle around the bed. They could all just about reach the table if they tried. There were a few laughs and jokes about the cold and frost bite and Burt introduced Kurt and Finn as his sons and Blaine as 'Kurt's boyfriend'. Then they found cups and Micko paused as he opened the bottle of scotch looking over at Burt.

"The boys?" He asked.

"How offended are you by teenage drinking?"

Aslo gave a deep chuckle.

"At their age we visited Finland for a year and drank vodka like water."

"Well, last night we all had a shot of whiskey as it's a male bonding weekend and I'm here to look after them I guess making it a naughty weekend won't hurt."

"YES!" Finn shouted.

Burt chuckled lightly.

"Don't tell your Mom."

"Deal."

They found cups and Micko poured liquid into their cups, making each the size of a triple shot.

"It's ironic, isn't it?" Aslo said.

"What is?" Finn asked.

"That we don't have any ice."

Everybody gave a short laugh and settled down in their seats. This time it was Finn who coughed when he tried to drink the alcohol.

"Yeah, it'll do that." Aslo said.

Blaine and Kurt sniffed at the liquid and both gave an experimental little sip.

"I don't think it's as bad as Whiskey." Kurt muttered.

"I'll get you a bottle for your twenty-first then." Blaine joked.

"My twenty-first is before yours so how are you going to buy it?"

Blaine hunched his shoulders lightly. "Finn is twenty-one two months before you so I'll convince him to get it for me."

"But when I'm twenty-one we will both be living in our apartment in New York. You would have to fly all the way back to Ohio to convince Finn to buy the whiskey."

"Ah, overnight shipping."

Kurt pretended to hit his forehead with his palm.

"Okay, that was stupid."

"You boys are going to New York?" Alan asked.

"He's going to get in." Blaine said bumping his shoulder lightly against Kurt's. Kurt smiled and rested his head against Blaine shoulder in response.

"And so am I, though maybe not the same one. Kurt will spend his first year in halls, I'm not sure about my first year, Kurt will be in his second and I want to have an apartment together but…"

"But I think that as I will have the opportunity to experience living in halls Blaine should also get that opportunity."

"But after a year without you.."

"Not without me just away from me during term time."

"Which will make every minute of term feel like an eternity. I think I will want to spend as much time with you in New York as possible. With busy and different schedules that means living together. At least then we'll get to see each other at night."

"Isn't an apartment in new York expensive?" Burt said reminding the couple there were other people in the hut.

"Yeah, but my grandparents put aside some money for my college education when I was a toddler and we only need a one bedroom…." Blaine trialed off looking wearily at Burt.

Burt shook his head.

"It's years off and if you two are still together by then, well I think you'll have a mature enough relationship to make decisions about that sort of stuff on your own. Anyhow, I think we're being rude to our guests. What do you guys do?"

"Well I'm a lawyer." Aslo said.

"I own a sports shop." Micko said.

"And I make clothing, designers give me the designs measurements and textiles and I make them up." Alan explained.

Kurt who was drinking his scotch made a delighted sound.

"That is so cool. I love sewing; oh you can make our ice-skating outfits. Blaine and I have been playing with the idea of doing my life history as an ice skating musical."

Micko gave a deep chuckle.

"Sequins but no feathers." Blaine said.

"Oh Blaine."Kurt laughed clapping him on his arm. 'You're such a traditionalist."

Blaine shrugged.

"Wow, you two really found each other didn't you." Aslo laughed.

"Yep. We did." Blaine said softly. Hew kissed Kurt gently.

"They're good kids." Burt said as if in agreement.

" How did you meet?" Micko asked Blaine and Kurt.

"Well…" Kurt laughed.

"Kurt and I were on rival show choir teams and he came to my school to spy on me and my team. Except, he wasn't really good at it."

"I got distracted by you and your Katy Perry routine."

"And we became friends. And then Kurt was being bullied so he moved to my school. Then Kurt's Canary died.. and the rest as they say is history."

"Wait. What does the canary dying have to do with anything?" Aslo asked.

"Well when my Pavarotti, may he rest in peace, pasted I sung him Blackbird in lament. And my song moved Blaine until he realized that he was completely in love with me." Kurt said smiling widely at his boyfriend who also didn't seem capable of keeping his eyes off of him at that particular moment.

"That's about the sum of it."

"He said there is a moment when you say to yourself 'oh there you are, I've been waiting for you my entire life.' Me singing blackbird was that moment for him."

"Burt Finn, you may want to advert your eyes." Blaine said as he put his hand on Kurt's cheek.

"Thanks for the warning kid."

The kiss was long and romantic this time. They didn't want to part but both knew there was appoint when public affection crossed the lines to embarrassing. They pulled away spending a second looking at the way the lamplight feel across each others eyes.

"That's sweet." Alan said. "My first three relationships were with women. " He snorted at the word relationship.

Blaine gave Kurt a raised eyebrow and mouthed.

"We need to talk about Brittany."

"Not now." Kurt mouthed back.

"Yeah, my first relationship happened in a pub, It lasted all of an hour and that included two beers and dancing to a George Michaels medley." Micko said not noticing the silent conversation going on between the two boys.

"Who doesn't like Wham?" Blaine said.

"Sound's like you bumped into a Sebastian." Kurt said polishing off his drink.

"A Sebastian?" Aslo said.

"A guy we know, he's like .. predatory." Kurt answered.

"Ah, well if I remember rightly once I had accepted I was gay I kind of just wanted to prove it to myself sort of and usually by lots of sleeping around. I won't go into any detail but.." Micko said.

"What he's saying is that before meeting me his was a total man slut." Alan finished for him.

"Guys, I do not want to know any of this." Aslo said looking down.

Kurt laughed.

"Jeez, you sound like Finn."

"I get it." Finn said. " He's your little brother, like Kurt's mine and it doesn't matter how much difference in age there is."

"One hour thirteen minutes." Aslo answered.

"Yeah well you still don't want to think of them being .. in that sort of .. position. It has nothing to do with the gay thing." Finn added quickly.

"And yet I have to hear about your sex life from Rachel all the time."

"What?"

"I didn't hear that." Burt said again loudly.

"Anyway." Alan said loudly to change the conversation.

"Thank you." Burt said.

"So.." Alan said trying to think of something else to say. "You have a friend called Sebastian?"

Finn winced slightly at the bad topic of conversation.

"No! He is not a friend! He's totally annoying. Sebastian has a thing for Blaine but he won't accept that I am with him. He says I'm not good enough for Blaine and I'm going to end up as a waiter and I have a case of gay face." Kurt said his voice high with frustration and alcohol.

"Wait he said that?" Blaine asked.

"Of course he said that, he wants to sleep with you, no cuddling, and then chain you up like a little puppy he can show off."

Blaine's mouth dropped open and his eyebrows rose in surprise.

"So… dropping that one. How did you two meet?" He said quickly looking over at Micko and Alan.

"We both studied in England. And during the summer there's this event called the Gloucester cheese rolling festival. It's really extraordinary; it's been going on for hundreds of years. There's this really steep rocky hill in a little village and every year hundreds of people gather around this hill to watch the cheese rolling."

"I'm sorry." Blaine said. 'But what exactly is cheese rolling?"

"It's when they get a big round cheese and they roll it down the hill and hundreds of young men chase after it down the hill trying to reach the finishing line at the bottom before it does."

"I'm sorry what's the point of this?" Kurt asked.

"It's one of those quaint old English traditions that nobody really understands but everybody just accepts because it's tradition. Anyway, I arrive at this hill and I find what I think is a safe place to stand to watch and hundreds of young men lined up at the top of the hill and they let go of the cheese and then the men are running after it and it's mayhem. I mean just pure mayhem, because of the stones the boys are tripping over and some of them are rolling part way down the hill and some of them are falling over the ones who have already fallen making just big piles of bodies and then the ones still standing have to jump over those who are on the floor. So I was recording this pure mayhem absolutely fascinated at these dozens of people getting injured and I may have kind of crossed the lines."

"You definitely crossed the lines."

"I had my eye to the camera one minute and the next I was being thrown to the floor and I vaguely heard something snap and felt a blinding pain shoot up my arm.."

"Oh No!" Kurt said empathically.

"When I open my eyes I see this guy.." Alan pointed at Micko who smiled widely back as if at a fond memory. "Lying on top of me. He had tripped over a rock at great speed somersaulted through the air and crashed straight into me breaking my arm and my camera. It was an expensive camera too."

"He broke your arm!" Blaine said looking half way between aghast and amazed.

"Yep. And he just raised himself up on his elbows and looked at me and said, 'Ah, hello' to which I said 'I think you broke my arm and if you keep your hand there for another five seconds then you're going to have to buy me dinner.' Five seconds later he said ' Italian sound okay then' to which I said 'oh god get me a paramedic."

Burt laughed.

"The rest as they say is history. We didn't see each other for three months when we moved back to America and it was in those three months we decided being apart was torture and we should move to somewhere we could live together which we did."

"Aw, that's so sweet. " Kurt said leaning heavily against Blaine.

"He broke your arm?" Blaine repeated shaking his head.

Alan laughed good heartedly. "Yeah, but it was worth it."

"He still brings it up every opportunity he gets. Burt one more?" Micko said indicating his empty glass.

"No thanks, dodgy heart." Burt said.

"Aslo?" Micko said.

"Hand it over." Aslo said reaching for the bottle.

Burt reached over to the little table and grabbed the pack of cards resting there.

"Shall we play a game?" He asked.

"I want to play twister." Kurt slurred sleepily his fingers grasping onto Blaine's jumper. Blaine chuckled lightly.

"I don't think we have a board here Kurt." He explained gently.

"But I wanna play, I wanna play twister, naked with you. " Kurt sat up and pointed his finger in Blaine's face having trouble focusing his gaze.

"I am not hearing this." Burt groaned.

"Naked twister with you Mr. dapper sexy man." Kurt leant in to kiss Blaine but somehow managed to lose his balance and just fall over so that he was lying in his lap instead.

There was a loud laugh from all the men in the hut.

"Okay, I think he's drunk again." Finn said stating the obvious.

"I just love you so much." Kurt muttered into Blaine's lap.

"I love you too." Blaine said fondly, running his fingers through Kurt's hair.

"Oh God!" Kurt said quickly moving his head a few inches so that he was hanging over the side of the bed. Then he proceeded to vomit two glasses of whisky and two bacon sandwiches over Blaine's shoes.