Authors Note: This is my first story, though I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are really appreciated, but this story is for entertainment, not views so you don't have to review although it'd be lovely.
Chapter One
"My arms are freezing!" Kurt rubbed them with his hands, feeling all the pimples. Shouldn't have worn this t-shirt, he thought. It was thin, white and expensive and fit really well. Blaine liked it too, and had commented on the fact. A gust of wind blew over him. He wished he had brought a jacket, but it had been so warm earlier he thought he wouldn't have needed one. Blaine touched his arm softly and stroked it gently with the back of his hand. "Are you okay? We can always go to a restaurant or something if you want." Kurt smiled at the older boy, but rejected the offer.
"No, being here with you now. It's magical." Blaine grinned and took hold of Kurts chin raising his head slightly, then kissed him slowly, passionately. He felt kurt smile as they kissed. "Your hair, in the moonlight. It's so shiney."
"You're weird." Kurt looked offended, and shoved him so he fell back on the sand, giggling. "Oh my God, now there's sand down my shirt." The younger boy laughed, but Blaine pounced on him tickling him everywhere until they were both lying on the floor breathing heavily and wiping tears from their eyes. They gazed up at the stars, then stared into each others eyes. Suddenly, Kurt wasn't cold anymore. He forgot everything, what the time was, where he was, what he should have been doing. He hadn't planned it this way, and he could tell Blaine hadn't either.
They took off all their clothes, Blaines warm body sliding over his. They kissed, and embrased each other as if they were discovering something no one had ever found before. They both felt free and wild, as if they were flying. Then, the feeling changed and it was like a dark, needy hunger for each other and it took over them completely. And that, on one cold summer night on the beach was how they made love.
Afterwards they lay close, catching their breath.
"Are you alright?" Kurt nodded. The senior boy smiled softly and wispered, 'That was amazing. You, are amazing." He got up and as he did, Kurt felt a rush of cold air. As Blaine pulled his pants back up, he looked around the deserted beach. No one. Good. When both of them had all their clothes back on, Blaine sat beside Kurt and kissed him lightly on the forehead. His hair was soft and smelt of strawberries.
"I ought to get back home, it's way too late for me to be out. Dad will kill me if I'm late again." Kurt understood, as he knew how Blaine's dad could be. "But, I'll walk you home if you'd like."
"No, it's fine... you go."
"If you're sure, I don-"
"Go, Blaine." He picked up his shoes and began to walk away, further and further into the distance. He got to his street, barefoot still, and up to the door. Turning his key in the lock, he pushed open the door open and saw his father with a bottle in his hand sneering at his son.
"Where've you been?" Blaine looked at his mother, who turned away quickly however it was too late. He had seen. A dark, black mark postioned above her right eyebrow.
Disclaimer: I've sent a load of emails trying to try and buy the rights of Glee, but as of yet I don't own it.