Burt and Carole had been saving up their money for a family vacation for quite some time. They finally had enough, and took a vote on where everyone wanted to go. Kurt had suggested New York, obviously. But had been out voted when both Finn and Burt had suggested Florida. Kurt didn't really have anything against Florida, other than that he hated the heat. But New York was where he belonged, and even if it was only for vacation, that's where he wanted to be. It was the Summer before his Senior year, and pretty soon he was going to be applying for colleges in New York. It only made sense for him to visit. But he didn't want to spoil vacation for everyone else. Especially not his dad. He needed this vacation, and if he wanted to go to Florida, they were going to Florida.

They got off the plane, and got their luggage from the carousel. Then they went out to look for a cab. It was hot, and disgusting, and Kurt could feel himself sweating already. He hated sweat. He also hated the beach. But he might have to actually go swimming. That's how hot it was here.

They got into the cab and headed to their hotel. They had a two bedroom seaside suite. One where Burt and Carole would be staying, and one for Finn and Kurt. Kurt really wasn't too thrilled to be sharing a room with Finn, either. But he had to remember that this vacation was for everyone. Not just him.

He unpacked his suitcase, and let Finn talk him into going down to the beach.

He was wearing swim trunks and a tank top, and as much SPF100 as he could manage. He burned easily and he really wasn't too keen on the thought of running around Florida looking like a lobster this whole vacation.

He was sitting on a towel on the sand under a beach umbrella, reading a book. He looked to his left and saw a group of obnoxious guys sitting there, whistling and hollering at some poor defenseless girls in bikini's.

"Animals." He muttered to himself, trying to focus on his book.

Finn was in the water by himself. He seemed to be having fun. And...Was he talking to the fish? Never mind. Kurt didn't want to know.

The group of guys to his left got up, then, and started walking towards him.

"Hey, man." Said one of the boys. He was pretty short, with dark, curly hair, and he had his ears pierced. Kurt scoffed. What kind of guy got their ears pierced anymore anyways? Certainly not the kind of guy he wanted to hang out with. "What are you doing sitting under an umbrella? You a girl or something?"

"What?" Kurt asked, astonished.

"I said, You a girl or something?" The boy with the pierced ears repeated.

Kurt rolled his eyes and went back to reading his book.

Another guy, this one was taller, but not quite as muscular as the first, kicked sand onto Kurt's blanket, some of it flying up and getting in his eyes. "Hey! He asked you a question."

"No, I'm not a girl." Kurt answered. "I don't see how sitting under a towel calmly reading a book, rather than harassing some girls, makes me any less manly than any of you. Just because I'm not an asshole..."

"Reading doesn't make you a girl. But reading romance novels does." Said the first boy, the one with the curly hair. "He snatched Kurt's book, and tossed it into the ocean.

At this, they walked away. But the curly haired boy looked back, and Kurt couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw something in his eyes. Something that looked an awful lot like....remorse?

Finn was heading back over to him now, having had his fill of swimming, and conversations with lone sea creatures.

"What happened to your book, man?" Finn asked.

Kurt sighed. He didn't want to get into this right now. "I must've left it at the hotel."

"You sure? I could've sworn I saw you reading it."

"Well, I could've sworn I saw you out there talking to fish."

Finn looked down, awkwardly. Kurt had thought that would get him to drop it.

"Wanna go get Burt and mom and go grab some dinner?"

"Sure." Kurt replied.

They ate dinner at a nice seafood restaurant, and then went back to the hotel. It wasn't really late, but the Florida heat had made Kurt tired. He went to the room he was sharing with Finn, and went straight to sleep.

When he woke the next morning, Finn was still fast asleep.

"Figures." He mumbled to himself.

He went out to the small living room area, and found that Burt and Carole were already awake.

"Want to go down to the continental breakfast and grab something to eat, honey?" Carole asked.

"Definitely." Kurt replied. "Should I wake Finn?"

"No, let him sleep. He can just have some of the food we brought with us when he wakes up."

They had a nice quiet breakfast, and Burt and Carole decided they should go for a walk on the beach. Kurt was hesitant, but agreed. This is for my dad, he told himself.

They were walking along, having a nice chat, when Kurt saw them again. The assholes from yesterday afternoon. He really didn't want to have to deal with them right now. But he didn't want to explain to Burt and Carole why he was suddenly hurrying in the other direction, either. So he kept walking. He hoped if they saw that his parents were with him they'd leave him alone.

As they walked past, Kurt heard the curly haired one cough something that sounded a lot like "Faggot"

Burt stopped. "What'd he just call you?"

"Dad, it's okay." Kurt tried to calm him down. The last thing he needed was his father having a heart attack on the beach because some asshole guy had called him a faggot.

"It sure as Hell is NOT okay." Burt roared.

"Burt, honey, you need to calm down." Carole said, resting a hand on his shoulder.

Kurt turned, glaring at the boys, and led his dad away.

"They know you?" Burt asked.

"Not really." Kurt replied. "They're just some asshole guys who were bothering me yesterday. It's nothing."

"It's not nothin'. I don't like them callin' you names."

"I can take care of myself, dad. I'm nearly an adult."

"But I'm your dad. It's my job to protect you."

"And you have. This is just some group of asshole guys. It's not like they're murderers. Come on. Let's go back to the hotel. Maybe you should take a nap."

Kurt and Carole walked Burt back to the hotel, and he settled down for a nap. Finn was awake by this point, and decided he wanted to go down to the beach again. He tried to get Kurt to come with him, but he refused.

"Okay, man. Suit yourself." He said, as he walked out of the suite.

Carole was in the living room, watching television, and Kurt decided he wanted to go call Mercedes.

She picked up on the second ring. "Hey, Kurt! How's Florida?"

"Not so great. It's hot, it's sticky, and I've got my own little group of bullies here, too."

"Oh, no. What happened, boo?"

"I was down at the beach reading, right? I was actually almost enjoying myself. Almost. When I heard this group of obnoxious guys howling at some girls. I ignored them easily enough, until they came over to me."

"Uh oh."

"They asked me if I was a girl, because I was sitting under a beach umbrella, reading a romance novel. Then this ugly one kicked sand in my eyes, and his not-so-ugly-but-ten-times-as-douchey friend thought it would be a wise idea to take my book and throw it out to sea."

"Aw, Kurt. You can't just let them treat you like that."

"There were more than two of them 'Cedes. Probably about seven. Only two of them were actively harassing me. But I can't stand up to that many guys all on my own."

"What about Finn?"

"He wasn't around. He was talking to some fish or something."

"That boy. I swear...."

Kurt chuckled at that.

"I'm gonna go watch some TV with Carole, okay? I think I hear The Real Housewives of New Jersey."

"Wouldn't want you to miss that." Mercedes said. "Go on. Call me if you need me."

"Will do. Love you."

"Love you, too, boo."

Kurt hung up, and headed out to the living room to watch TV with Carole.

It was almost dinner time when Finn came back from the beach.

"Hey, mom?"

"Yes, Finn, sweetie?"

"I met some guys down at the beach today. One of 'em owns a condo down on the beach, and he visits every Summer. He's having a party tonight. Is it cool if I go?"

Carole looked at Burt, making sure it was alright with him. He gave her a nod.

"Sure, honey."

"Thanks, mom. Hey, Kurt, you can come, too! I asked them if I could bring my brother along, and I told them you were really cool, and they said sure."

"You didn't have to lie, Finn."

At first Finn didn't understand what he meant, but then he realized. Kurt thought that Finn telling people he was cool was a lie.

"That's not a lie, man. You're cool. You know I think you're cool. Come on. Come to this party with me. Please?"

"Fine, fine. Anything to get to put together a good ensemble while we're here."

Kurt headed off to his room, opening up the drawers in which he had put all his clothes. He hated that this hotel didn't have closets. His clothes were going to be wrinkled beyond the imagination.

To Mercedes: Finn talked me into going to some party at some guy's condo tonight. Wish me luck.

To Kurt: Don't you hate parties? Especially with people you don't know?

To Mercedes: Well, yes. But I need to get out of this hotel, and I'm too afraid to go down to the beach with those neanderthals wandering around all the time.

To Kurt: Okay. Be safe.

To Mercedes: Thanks, will do.

At that, Kurt put his phone in his pocket, and began rummaging through his clothes. Finn came in and sat on the bed.

"Party starts in an hour, dude. Better hurry."

"Looking as good as I do takes time, 'dude'." Kurt spat back.

"Okay, jeez. Sorry. Take your time."

Kurt sighed. "Sorry I snapped, Finn. You didn't do anything wrong. I just....I'm sort of stressed."

"About the party? Why? If there are any cute gay guys there I'll totally help you score one of them."

Kurt ran a hand over his face, shuddering at the thought of Finn as his wingman.

"Not about the party, Finn. It's...It's a long story."

"Okay."

And with that, Finn went out to sit with Burt and Carole, and wait for Kurt to finish getting ready.

Forty five minutes later, Kurt had looked in the mirror, checked his hair three times, and decided he was ready to go.

"Come on, Finn. Let's go find your friend's condo."

They said goodbye to Burt and Carole, and told them not to wait up. This was vacation. They didn't have a curfew, and Finn apparently planned to be out late. Kurt would probably end up leaving before him, though.

They walked down the beach until they got to the condo. It was nice. They walked inside, and Kurt saw him. The short, curly haired, pierced eared asshole he'd been avoiding all day was at the party Finn had dragged him to.

"Oh no. He's here?" Kurt asked, more to himself than to Finn.

Finn saw who was in Kurt's line of sight. "Oh, you know Blaine? Yeah. This is his condo, man."

Kurt groaned in frustration.

"What's the matter, bro?"

"Nothing, Finn. It's nothing. Maybe I should go."

But just then, a somewhat familiar voice rang out from next to him.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here." Said the curly haired boy. Blaine.

"Yeah, Kurt told me you guys already met. Kurt's my brother."

"I thought you said your brother was cool." Blaine spat.

"Hey! He is."

"Alcohol's over there." Blaine pointed in the direction of the kitchen counter. "Snacks are...everywhere."

"Sweet, thanks." Finn said, running off to undoubtedly drink himself into a hole.

"You shouldn't be here, Kurt."

Kurt didn't like Blaine knowing his name, now. He didn't like it one bit.

"Good thing I was just leaving, then, Blaine." Kurt went to leave, but Blaine's hand was on his wrist, grabbing too tight.

"No, no. You're here now. You have to at least stay for a little while."

Kurt didn't like the sound of that. What was Blaine planning?

He stayed, nevertheless, and went to grab some chips.

Finn came over to him a bit later, already slightly tipsy. "No other gay guys here, Kurt." he muttered. "Just you. Sorry. I really was gonna try to help fix you up with someone."

"Yeah, uh...Thanks, Finn."

Finn patted him on the shoulder, and walked over to a group of scantily clad girls grinding on the dance floor. Kurt shuttered. That really was not a pretty sight.

Blaine walked over to him, then. Considerably more tipsy than Finn, but not yet drunk.

"Hey, faggot. Enjoying my party?"

"Don't call me that." Kurt snapped.

"Sorry, sorry. Ladyface, then."

"That's not my name either, asshole."

"Well, asshole isn't my name, but you seem to have no problem calling me that."

Kurt huffed, crossing his arms.

"I win!" Blaine proclaimed, sticking out his tongue.

"How old are you anyways? Five?"

"I'm sixteen, thank you very much."

"Aw. That's cute. Respect your elders, tiny."

"And how old are you, then, your Highness?" Blaine responded.

"I'll be eighteen at the beginning of the school year."

"Well, la-dee-da. Aren't we self righteous for a year and a half age difference?"

"That, and the fact that I'm certain I'm far superior to you."

"What makes you so sure of that?" Blaine asked, taking a gulp of beer.

"The fact that I don't go around taking people's books and throwing them into the ocean." Kurt looked at him, coldly.

"Look, Ladyface. I'm not going to apologize for that. You don't have to be all gay at the beach. People are trying to have fun, and you're getting your gay in the way."

"That's. Not. My. Name."

"Sorry. Your Royal Ladyface, then."

"You just don't learn, do you? And I'm sorry for being gay in public. From now on I'll keep that designated to my own home." Said Kurt, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Good. I'll see you later, Royal Ladyface, I need to go get drunk." And with that, Blaine walked away, grabbing another bottle of beer as he went.

Kurt found a group of girls who seemed nice enough, and had a little chat with them. They didn't seem to be enjoying the party very much, either. Which made sense. They all seemed like smart, respectable girls. And Kurt was pretty sure there weren't many people like that at this party.

After a while, they had to leave, and Kurt was standing there alone again.

He looked over to the couch, where Finn was now sitting with a few girls all around him, and one on his lap. Kurt was about to wonder how Finn could attract anyone, before remembering that he had had a crush on him himself in the past. He shuddered at the thought.

Kurt hadn't had any alcohol tonight, no matter how much Blaine made him wish he was drunk out of his mind. Finn was obviously drinking as much as he could, and Kurt figured one of them needed to be sensible tonight.

He had run out of things to do, and decided to go find the bathroom so he could call Mercedes and fill her in on what was going on. He knew she must be squirming to know.

He walked down the hall, and found the door he assumed was the bathroom. He opened it, and Blaine was sitting on the floor, leaned up against the bathtub. His eyes were bloodshot, and Kurt couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol, or if he had been crying.

"Oh, sorry. I'll just....go."

"No, Kurt, wait!" Blaine shouted. And Kurt could hear desperation in his voice.

He turned back around. "What do you want, Blaine?"

"Come in and shut the door? Please?"

Kurt did as he was told, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"What?" He snapped, not wanting to seem vulnerable.

"Sit down?" Blaine asked. And it was the first time he had seemed like a real human being. Kurt sat down across from Blaine.

"Come here." Blaine said, patting the ground next to him

Kurt crawled over, and sat down next to him. "Blaine, what do you wan-"

Blaine cut him off with a kiss.

Kurt pulled back quickly.

"Blaine!" he shouted. "What are you doing?"

"Kissing you." Blaine said, as though it were obvious.

"That's not exactly what I meant. I...."

Kurt lost his train of thought, because Blaine was leaning in again, far too close to his face. And, yeah, Blaine was attractive. Very attractive. Kurt had to acknowledge that. But he had done nothing but insult him ever since he first saw him. Kurt needed to understand what was going on here.

"Blaine. Blaine, stop." Kurt pushed Blaine back, and couldn't help but cringe at the hurt look in the other boy's eyes. "I don't understand..."

"You don't have to understand." Blaine said. "Just kiss me."

"No. Blaine, no. I've never...." Kurt stopped, because he was going to say he'd never been kissed. But he had. Just now. By Blaine. The guy who'd been calling him Ladyface all night.

"Never what?" Blaine whispered in his ear, trying to attach his lips to Kurt's neck.

Kurt shoved him off.

"Never been kissed!" Kurt shouted. And then he was crying. And he felt so stupid, crying in front of Blaine, but he couldn't help it.

He took a few deep breaths and looked up. Blaine looked....Kurt couldn't put his finger on it. He looked...sad? Why was he sad? He was the one who had just stolen Kurt's first kiss. Not vice versa.

"Kurt." Blaine said, scooting towards Kurt again, and Kurt flinched. "Kurt....I'm so sorry, I- I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't know!" Kurt outbursted. "We haven't had a proper conversation without you calling me Ladyface. How could you know? You don't KNOW ME." And then Kurt slapped him. He wasn't sure why he did it. He hated violence. But it had just...happened. He hadn't really meant to do it. "Blaine...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"No, no, I deserved it." Blaine sighed. "And, hey. It killed the last of my buzz. I'm pretty sure I'm sober, now."

"Are you going to kick me out of here and go back to calling me Ladyface, then?" Kurt asked.

"A little bit too late for that, isn't it?" Blaine asked.

Kurt didn't respond.

"Can I explain myself?"

Kurt gave him a short nod.

"Kurt, I- I'm...not...out. All my friends are jocks. I can't....be out."

"You're gay?" Kurt asked, scoffing slightly.

"Yeah." Blaine replied, looking at the floor.

"So, because you're gay, that means you have to call me names and ruin my book?"

"It's more complicated than that. If I didn't....If I wasn't...Kurt, you have to understand. If they find out I'm gay, I'm dead. My parents have sent me here, by myself, every Summer since I was thirteen. I'm only safe if they think I'm straight."

"I understand, but I really don't think I can forgive you. Even at my lowest, I never would have said the things you said to me."

"I know. I know. I was horrible to you. And then....And then I kissed you. And I stole your first kiss, and that's not right. And I feel so awful, Kurt. Absolutely horrible."

The more Blaine said his name, the more Kurt liked it. And he hated himself for that.

"Listen, Kurt." Blaine sighed, trying to figure out how to say what he needed to say. "I think you're...I think you're gorgeous. Breathtaking."

Kurt's heart was pounding in his chest. No one had ever said anything like that to him before.

"And if you'll give me the chance, I'd like to kiss you again. Sober. And without all the confusion. Will you let me do that?"

Kurt was quiet for a minute, thinking. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't let Blaine do that. Blaine was an asshole. Then again, Blaine was being sweet right now. He must be telling the truth. He didn't want to be an asshole, he had to. It was a survival tactic. Kurt could understand that. He'd never stoop so low, but he could understand it.

He nodded, giving Blaine the go ahead to kiss him again.

Blaine leaned in, slowly this time, and took Kurt's chin between his thumb and forefinger, angling his head so he could kiss him properly. He closed the distance between them, and Kurt breathed in sharply. Blaine waited a few seconds before deepening the kiss. Kurt lifted a hand, and fisted it in Blaine's curls, pulling him closer. Blaine licked along his lower lip, begging for entrance, and Kurt complied, opening his mouth, and feeling Blaine's tongue probe around lightly. He moaned into the kiss. He'd tried to hold it back. It was embarrassing, after all. But he wasn't sure he cared. Not now.

Blaine pulled back, then, looking Kurt in the eyes.

"Can we just pretend that was your first kiss?"

Kurt nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"Are you...okay?" Blaine asked, warily.

"I'm fine. Better than fine. I'm..." Kurt trailed off, not sure what word he was looking for.

"I've kissed....a couple guys, back home. I go to an all boys boarding school, so, you know, things happen. Even between the straight guys. But none of those kisses hold a candle compared to this one. Kurt, I-" He stopped. Not sure what he wanted to say. He just knew he wanted more of Kurt, and he wanted it now.

Kurt was confused. He had hated Blaine not thirty minutes ago, but now. Now, he wanted to kiss him. To feel him. To...God, he didn't even know. He just wanted Blaine. He decided to take a risk.

"God, Blaine, I want you. Please, just, say you want me back."

"Isn't that obvious?" Blaine asked, pushing Kurt back on to the tile floor and climbing on top of him, taking his mouth in a deep kiss. He ran his hands up underneath Kurt's shirt, and Kurt gasped. He ran his tongue across Blaine's bottom lip, taking control of the kiss this time. Blaine opened his mouth, and Kurt thrust his tongue inside hungrily.

Blaine pulled back, then, panting slightly, and attached his mouth to Kurt's neck. Kurt moaned, sliding his hands up under Blaine's shirt, smoothing them over the expanse of his back and shoulders. He just really wished they weren't wearing shirts right then.

Blaine seemed to have the same idea, sitting up, and ripping his shirt off, indicating for Kurt to do the same. He did, and then Blaine lowered himself back down on top of Kurt again. Kurt's cock was half hard in his jeans now, and he felt far too warm. Blaine attached his lips to Kurt's neck again, and Kurt bucked up, his clothed erection rubbing against Blaine's, and they both moaned.

"Wait." Kurt panted out.

Blaine looked at him, concern etched over his face.

"I've never...I mean, I guess this is obvious, since you were my first kiss, but I've never-"

"Me either."

"Really?" Kurt asked, hopeful.

"Really." Blaine assured him.

Kurt pulled him down into another kiss, both of them thrusting their hips, as they moaned.

"Kurt. Kurt. Want to feel you." Blaine breathed out, as he reached down to unbutton Kurt's jeans.

Kurt gave him a small nod, letting him know it was okay.

Blaine quickly undid Kurt's jeans, and pulled them off, along with his underwear. He then removed his own pants, just as quickly.

They thrust against each other again, and Kurt groaned at the new sensation. Blaine was sucking on his collarbone, and Kurt was pretty sure he'd never felt this good in his entire life. He pulled Blaine's mouth up to his own again, and sucked his lower lip into his mouth. Blaine moaned, tangling his fingers in Kurt's hair, and rutting against him a little faster than before. He trailed kisses down Kurt's jaw line, and neck, speaking as he went.

"Want." Kiss. "To." Kiss. "Taste you." Kiss.

Kurt's breath hitched. He had no idea what he was doing, but he knew he wanted Blaine.

"Okay." He breathed.

Blaine continued kissing him, all the way down his torso, until he reached his cock, which was fully hard, and dripping with precome.

Blaine looked up at Kurt, making sure this was okay, before licking the slit, and tasting the precome that had collected there. He moaned, and took the head of Kurt's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head a few times. He really hoped he knew what he was doing. He let his jaw go slack, and took Kurt all the way into his mouth. Kurt moaned, his hands balling into fists. Blaine looked up at him through thick lashes, and Kurt smiled. He worked out a rhythm, and continued bobbing his head up and down.

"Oh, God, Blaine. I'm close."

Blaine sped up his rhythm, and wrapped a hand around his own throbbing erecting, pumping it in time with the bobs of his head.

He licked up the vein on the underside of Kurt's cock, and Kurt whimpered, fisting his hands in Blaine's hair, and bucking up just slightly into the tight heat of Blaine's mouth. Blaine was sure he was going to choke, but he just relaxed his throat, and kept on sucking. He sped up his hand on his aching cock, feeling his own orgasm growing near. He pulled off of Kurt's cock almost entirely, until just the head was in his mouth, before licking the slit, and then taking Kurt all the way in, the tip of his cock hitting the back of Blaine's throat, and he came with a shout. Blaine swallowed every last drop, as he continued pumping his own cock.

"Come on, Blaine." Kurt whispered. "Come for me." And with that, he leaned forward, taking Blaine's cock in his hand, and pumping three times, before running his thumb over the head. And with that, Blaine was coming, thick spurts, all over his own stomach, and Kurt's hand.

He reached over, grabbing a washcloth, and cleaning them up.

"Fuck, Kurt. That was....That was..."

"Amazing." Kurt finished for him.

He honestly couldn't believe he had just done this. He hardly knew Blaine. But he wanted to get to know him.

"I can't believe I've only got two more days here." Kurt sighed. "I feel like I don't know you at all, and now I'm going to be leaving."

"Give me your phone number?" Blaine asked, almost shyly.

Kurt nodded, and told Blaine his phone number.

"Wait...." Blaine said. "That's...That's an Ohio area code."

"Well, yeah. I live in Ohio."

"No fucking way!"

"Um...Yes fucking way."

"You're serious right now?! Kurt, I live in Ohio!"

"Oh my God. Oh my GOD. Where?"

"Westerville."

"I'm Lima. That's a bit of a drive, but..."

"But?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm being silly. But I really like you, Blaine. And...When you come back, when the Summer's over, would you maybe want to get coffee or something?" Kurt asked, suddenly nervous.

"I love coffee." Blaine replied.

"So, is that a yes?"

"That's a yes."

Kurt launched forward and hugged Blaine, then, smiling like an idiot. Blaine was smiling, too. And it was the first time he could remember himself genuinely doing so in years.

"Not that I wouldn't love to stay, but my idiot brother is probably out there drunk off his ass, and I need to get him back to the hotel."

"Okay. I'll call you tomorrow?"

"Sounds good. I think we've got family activities planned for our last two days, but I'll see if I can see you again before we leave. And we may need to introduce you to my dad. The last time he saw you you were calling me offensive names and he nearly ripped your head off."

Blaine looked down, ashamed. "I really am sorry about that."

"I know." Kurt sighed, before kissing him on the forehead, and getting dressed.

He got Finn back to the hotel, and tucked him into bed. It was after three in the morning. But he sent a quick text to Mercedes anyway.

To Mercedes: I know it's late, but I just need to let you know I'll be calling you tomorrow. I've got a long story to tell you. All good news, though. No worries. Love you, hun! :)