"Blaine!" his mother called from the living room. "We have something to discuss with you."

He sighed and joined his parents in the other room. "What is it?"

"We're going to the beach this summer!"

An expression of dismay crossed his face. "Why?"

"I'd thought you'd be happy," his mother said. "You're always complaining about being stuck in Ohio for the summer."

Normally, he would have been. But now he had Kurt, and he had been looking forward to spending more time with him now that school was out.

"How long are we going for? And where?" He hoped that they were at least going to Santa Monica or something.

"Two weeks. To the Outer Banks."

"Where the hell are they?"

"Blaine! Language," his father reprimanded.

"They're on the coast of North Carolina. It's very pretty there."

"Whatever. I'm not going."

"You are going, and that is final," his father told him. "We've already made the arrangements."

"You can bring a friend," his mother offered.

Blaine brightened. "I'll call Kurt!"

"I don't believe I've met this Kurt," his father said. Blaine hadn't told his parents that he had a boyfriend yet. His father wasn't exactly accepting of his sexuality.

"He was in the Warblers. I've told you about him, remember?"

"Ah yes. The one who transferred."

"So can I invite him?"

"I suppose," his father allowed.

Blaine raced up to his room with the phone. He dialed Kurt's number, knowing it by heart. The phone rang for ages. "Please be home," he whispered, just as a voice came on the other end.

"Hello?" Kurt said.

"Kurt!"

"Hi, Blaine." From his voice, Blaine could tell that he was smiling. "What's up?"

"I'm going to the beach for two weeks."

"Oh. When?" Kurt seemed to be trying to hide his disappointment.

"Next week."

"Have fun," Kurt said sadly.

"Kurt, it's okay! My parents said you could come with us."

"Really? That's great!" he exclaimed. "I'll have to ask my dad and Carole though."

"That's fine."

"Just a minute, then." Blaine heard the muffled voices of Kurt and his dad.

"He wants to talk to your parents."

Blaine went downstairs and handed the phone to his mom. "Kurt's dad wants to talk to you."

He sat on the couch while he waited nervously to hear if Kurt was allowed to come.

His mom passed the phone back to him. "His father says your friend can go to the beach with us."

Blaine ran back up to his room and bounced on the bed. "You can come!" he said into the phone.

"I know! I can't wait."

The week until the beach passed glacially, but finally Blaine and his parents drove by Kurt's house to pick him up. "How many suitcases do you have?"

"Just three," Kurt replied.

Blaine shook his head and helped him lift them into the car. Kurt said his goodbyes to his dad and Carole.

"You have fun, kid," his dad told him, sounding a little upset.

"I'll be fine, Dad." He hugged Burt and Carole, and Finn patted him on the back awkwardly.

"Bye!"

He got into the car while they waved goodbye. He and Blaine sat in the back seat, and he wasn't sure how close to sit. Did Blaine's parents know about them? he wondered. He didn't know if Blaine had told them yet.

Blaine smiled at him, but didn't reach out to hold his hand like he normally did. Guess not, he thought.

The trip to the airport seemed to take forever. Why hasn't he told them? Is he ashamed of me? No, he said he loved me. So why wouldn't he tell them? He was pretty sure Blaine's parents knew that Blaine was gay.

Kurt and Blaine's seats on the plane were near the back, and Blaine's parents' were at the front in First Class. "I guess they didn't want to waste expensive tickets on us," Blaine said.

"I don't mind," Kurt answered truthfully. He was just as happy not to have to be around Blaine's parents.

The plane took off soon after they were seated.

"Hey, Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Why haven't you told your parents about us?" He couldn't quite keep the hurt out of his voice.

"They don't exactly… well, they know I'm gay. But my dad isn't happy about it. I didn't want them to treat you differently," he explained.

"That makes sense, I guess," Kurt said. He was going to have to be careful around Blaine's parents.

The flight was a fairly short one, but Kurt wished it was longer. He wasn't going to enjoy having to pretend to be straight.

The two of the chatted easily and listened to music until the plane touched down.

Blaine's parents had rented a house that was as close as possible to the beach. It was two storeys, with four bedrooms and a loft.

"This place is awesome!" Kurt shouted.

"Yeah, I guess they sort of went all out."

The two of them chose bedrooms on the second floor, while Blaine's parents took the master bedroom downstairs.

"Hey, there's a plus to them not knowing about us," Blaine said mischievously.

"What's that?"

"They won't suspect us of making out when the door is closed."

Kurt smiled, thinking that maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

After they'd put their luggage in their rooms, Blaine asked if they could go for a walk on the beach.

"Sure," his mom said. "But be back in time for dinner at nine."

They walked out to the beach on the boardwalk that protected the dunes. Once they reached the sand, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand.

"We'll try to be out of the house as much as possible, ok?"

The beach was mostly empty with the sun going down, so Kurt pulled Blaine in and kissed him. "I wish we could do this all the time."

"We will," Blaine assured him.

They walked down the beach hand in hand, ignoring the glances they got from some of the people they passed.

"It really is beautiful, isn't it?" Blaine said, watching the setting sun.

"It is," Kurt agreed. "But I hate mosquitoes," he growled, slapping at one on his arm. "They'll ruin my skin!"

Blaine laughed. "It'll be fine. I'll get you some good bug repellent."

They headed back to the house for dinner, wishing they could stay out all night.

Kurt braced himself for the awkwardness that was sure to follow. Blaine's parents didn't know him, and they were sure to ask a ton of questions.

Sure enough, Blaine's mom started talking as soon as he and Blaine sat down.

"What school do you go to, Kurt? I'm sure Blaine's told us, but I can't seem to remember."

"Well, I was at Dalton for a while, but I'm back at McKinley now."

"Why did you transfer?" Mr Anderson asked.

"My parents wanted me to get a better education, so they sent me to Dalton, but they couldn't pay for the tuition, so I went back to my old school," Kurt lied. He didn't want to go into all the troubles he'd had with Karofsky.

"I see. And you were in the Warblers?"

"I was, but now I'm into the New Directions again."

Blaine snorted with laughter.

"What is it Blaine?" Kurt hissed.

"Nothing. Sorry."

Kurt was glad the Andersons didn't seem to get the joke. They looked confused for a moment, then resumed their interrogation of him.

When dinner was over, they went up to the huge loft that took up the space where there would normally be an attic. It was furnished nicely, with a couch, a coffee table covered in magazines, and a flat screen television.

"That was not funny, Blaine!"

"It was hilarious!"
Kurt glared at him.

"I know, I know. I'll keep the inappropriate laughter to a minimum."

"Thank you."

There were windows at either end of the loft, and one side looked out on the ocean.

"That's a great view," Kurt said.

The stars were beginning to come out, and the reflection of the moon glittered on the surface of the ocean.

"I know a better one, though."

Blaine was gazing at him adoringly. Kurt blushed a little. It was still so unfamiliar, to be wanted like that.

Blaine touched his cheek, then kissed him, hard. Kurt leaned into him, and started when Blaine's tongue slipped into his mouth. They were just getting into it when they heard footsteps on the stairs. They broke apart.

Mrs Anderson entered to find them on opposite sides of the couch, each looking through a magazine. "There's a movie on, if you boys want to watch it."

"What movie?" Blaine asked, trying to sound interested.

"I think it's the new Pirates of the Carribean."

"Do you want to, Kurt?"

"No thanks. I've seen it."

"All right. Is there anything you boys want? Magazines aren't very interesting. I could bring up some video games," she offered.

Act normal, Kurt thought. "Sure, that'd be great."

She came back up with a selection of games.

"Thank you, Mrs Anderson."

"Call me Ella."

"Okay."

She went back downstairs, and the two boys relaxed.

"You actually want to play video games?" Blaine asked him.

"No, but I wanted it to seem like we were doing something besides… you know."

"Smart. We might as well set it up, so it'll look authentic."

They put in one of the games, then settled back onto the couch.

They started kissing again, hands on each other's backs. Kurt's hand slid down to Blaine's leg. The sensation was thrilling, and Kurt was hyper-aware of every part of his body. His hands, one on Blaine's leg, one on his back. Their chests, pressed together. Blaine's hands, twining in his hair. And most of all, their lips moving together.

Blaine bit at his bottom lip, making Kurt gasp. "Blaine…"

"Sorry."

"No… keep going."

Kurt felt Blaine, hard against him. "Oh…"

Then there were the sounds of someone coming up the stairs. They started the game, making sure that their laps were hidden by the coffee table.

"I'd like you to join us downstairs."

"Dad… can't we finish the game?"

"You can finish this level. Then come down."

"Fine," Blaine sighed.

"That was close," Kurt said, once Mr Anderson was out of earshot.

"Yeah. I guess we'll have to be more careful."

They waited a few minutes, then went to the living room and watched the rest of the movie with Blaine's parents.

When the movie finished, they went up to their rooms, wishing they could share one.

"Goodnight."

"Night, Blaine."