He couldn't help but smile, it was a beautiful, sunny day- well, they all were in southern California- as ordinary as it was here to see clear skies, families playing in the ocean, couples sharing ice cream in the sand, it made him extraordinarily bright. It was a far cry from the boring, sticky summers back in Ohio. He missed his father and his old friends, but California was a much more agreeable place to live, in Kurt's opinion.

Kicking the sand, he tapped his fingers to the music playing from the small, thrown-together stage, laughing as Rachel danced and belted familiar tunes. He never did understand when- or why- his best friend had come up with the "turkey dance." It was most definitely odd, but none of the onlookers seemed to mind as she wiggled her fingers and stuck out her butt, in a completely irrelevant gesture for the song. The music ended and the small audience applauded, some whistled. Rachel took a quick sip of water and waved enthusiastically at Kurt. Out of breath, she still bounced on her way back to the mic stand,

"Kuuuuurt! Some sing one!"

Kurt laughed at his friend's enthusiasm, but shook his head. Sure, he loved to sing, to perform, but he was far from interested in shaking his ass and signing Top 40's when he was hot enough watching Rachel do it. There was no way he was going to ruin his perfectly coiffed hair- beach or not.

"Aw, you should sing!"

The voice took Kurt by surprise, it was smooth, deeper than his own, and lighthearted. His heart skipped a beat when he realized it was directed towards him. Turning, he met a pair of honey eyes. Beautiful, honey eyes, is all Kurt could process. He must have remained captivated for too long, because a slight flush crept up from the other man's bowtie to his cute triangle eyebrows, raised so they scrunched his forehead just a little. A shy smile graced his adorable pink lips.

"Common! Kurtie!"

Rachel instigated an applause, forcing Kurt to resign and start toward the stage. The curly-haired man playfully nudged Kurt,

"Break a leg, Kurtie!"

Even under the beating sun, the warmth from the man's touch lingered on Kurt's shoulder. He wasn't too sure if the man was mocking him or Rachel- or both of them- but it was enormously cute. He grabbed the mic from Rachel as the small band behind him started.

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The crowd cheered as Kurt made his way off the stage with a dramatic bow, and returned to this place behind the excited beach-goers and next to the hazel-eyed man.

"You were great, really great," the man smiled, before extending his hand, "Blaine."

"Kurt. And it's not hard to make a Top 40 sound good."

Blaine looked a little hurt, Kurt would've felt awkward if the man didn't look so stinkin' adorable.

"I love singing Top 40's."

"You sing?" Kurt asked over the beating music Rachel was once again singing along to. He wondered what that chocolate voice sounded like when the man sang, "Your turn then!"

Blaine grinned, contemplating the proposal, but before he could respond, another man rode up on a colorful, one-gear bike and shouted at him from the sidewalk,

"Blainers! Come on!"

For a few seconds, Blaine glanced between Kurt and his friend in hesitation, but eventually moved toward his friend, not without winking,

"See you around."

"See you, Blainers," Kurt quipped.