Happy Klaine Week! I'm a little late, but here we go :)

Early Klaine, taken in all three ways I've seen it taken. Hope you enjoy!

Blaine was six years old when he first went to the beach. It was Cooper's sixteenth birthday celebration and the Andersons had decided to treat their son to a trip to L.A. Not old enough to visit the Hollywood studios, Blaine had been towed to the beach by a babysitter his parents met in the lobby of their hotel. The perky blonde girl had left her charge on a blanket in the middle of the beach.

"Stay there, okay? I'm going to go play some volleyball, I think there's a juice box in the cooler,"

And with that, the girl had left, leaving him stare at the enormous sea in front of him. He had stayed in the one spot all day long, the sun burning his skin and sand blowing into his clothes. By the time Kaleigh, the babysitter, had returned, he hadn't moved a single inch.

"Oh my god, did you not move the entire time I was gone?" she asked incredulously. He blinked, turning to look at her.

"No," he responded, glancing back at the ocean.

She stared at him. "Well that's really weird," she said.

He shrugged. "The water is so pretty,"

Wrinkling her nose, she began to gather up the cooler. "I guess,"

"It's like a thousand different colors," Blaine whispered.

"Really? It looks pretty blue to me," she replied. She swatted him off the blanket, leaning down to fold it up.

Blaine frowned, looking back at the shore. "Well now it's blue, but it changed colors all day long. It was blue and gray and green and all the colors in between,"

Kaleigh laughed, glancing between him and the water a few times. "You know kid, that was pretty smart. You're going to make some girl really happy someday, with romantic sorta crap like that."

Blaine smiled, blush coloring his cheeks.

The girl grinned back, running a hand through his wild curls and ushering him forward.

"Come on, you can come back to the pretty ocean another day, it's getting late, the suns about to set,"

Cooper spent the rest of the trip dragging the family to celebrity house tours and sketchy acting seminars, leaving no time to visit the beach. Blaine would wait ten more years before he would see ocean again. But when he did, it was worth it.

Kurt was seven years old when he first went to the beach. They were celebrating the remission of his mother's cancer with a family vacation to L.A, mostly for the beaches, although Elizabeth took Kurt to Rodeo Drive one day, splurging on a tiny Ralph Lauren tweed jacket. It was expensive, and from the girls section, but Kurt loved the little thing and it would keep him warm during the winter. Kurt's mother also let the boy pick her out a brooch, a beautiful Stephen Webster silver batmoth one, which he dutifully pinned to her cardigan.

By the time they arrived at the beach, the sun was lowering in the sky. Kurt's mother dragged him along gently, humming an old Beattles song.

"Come on little boy," she murmured. He let out a small whine, nearly tripping into a curly-haired boy walking off the beach.

"It's cold," he trembled.

Elizabeth reached down to pull the tweed jacket out of Kurt's shopping bag, which he had insisted on carrying himself. "Put this on," she smiled. "It'll be worth it, I promise,"

He heaved out a content sigh, gently pulling on the coat and hurrying to catch up with his mother.

She pointed forward, lying down in the sand. "It's starting," she whispered.

The sunset was the most beautiful thing Kurt had seen in his entire life. The flaming oranges and yellows and browns lit up the sky, making Kurt's entire body quake with excitement. But the most beautiful part was the reflection of it in the water. The sun was almost completely gone by the time his young eyes noticed it, but the sky reflected, a dark brown, hazel greenish color, in the glowing sea. Instinctively, he reached for his mother's hand.

She squeezed his hand. "Isn't it lovely, KK?"

Nodding silently, he rested his head against his mother's shoulder and, ocean eyes fluttering shut, fell asleep.

Ten years later, Kurt Hummel woke up with a start, launching up before crashing back down onto the floor.

You're at Dalton he told himself, breathing heavily. Karofsky can't get you here

"Are you okay?" whispered a voice from behind him.

He jumped, placing a hand over his heart. "Yeah," he murmured. Blaine's tanned hand came to rest on his shoulder. They were at the annual post-competition Warbler sleepover, sleeping bags pulled close from where they had fallen asleep talking the night before. Given their new boyfriends status, they had pushed their bags closer than they had after sectionals, exchanging a few chaste kisses throughout the movie marathon and cuddling during the scary parts.

"Just a nightmare," Kurt breathed, letting himself sink into Blaine's touch.

The other boy crawled forward so he was in front of Kurt, looking into his eyes. They reminded him so much of that ever-changing ocean he had been so captivated by as a child. At the moment, fear and fatigue had painted the countertenor's orbs a gray, glassy color.

"Karofsky?" the soloist guessed.

Kurt nodded with a swallow.

"Courage," Blaine said simply, placing a hand on Kurt's.

The teen smiled, blushing as he lost himself in the eyes of the Warbler for a moment.

"When I was little my mom took me to the beach while we were in L.A to watch the sunset," Kurt whispered. "I remember at one point the ocean turned this gorgeous hazel color. I was never able to find a shade to match it... And you know how well I know colors."

Blaine laughed softly. "That's too bad," he muttered.

Kurt shook his head. "I found the shade," he said.

"Where?" Blaine asked, brow furrowing adorably.

Kurt looked up. "Your eyes," he explained. "They're the exact shade... I only just realized,"

Blaine appeared to be at a lose for words for a moment. Then he lurched forward, capturing Kurt's lips in a deep kiss.

Giggling as he was released, the pale boy laid back onto the floor. "Well, gee I should compare you to long-given-up-on childhood quests more often," he joked.

Blaine blushed. "It's just... When I was little, I went to the beach for the day, while we were in LA for my older brother. I thought the ocean was the most beautiful thing in the whole world. The way it changed with the light, you know? Blue and gray and green... And I've always thought... Well I've always thought you have eyes like the ocean. Always."

Kurt pressed his lips together, eyes coloring a brilliant green. He sat up, tentatively pecking Blaine on the lips.

"We should go to sleep," he murmured. "It's 4 AM,"

Blaine nodded in understanding, scooting his sleeping bag closer to Kurt's and clutching the boy's hand. He watched carefully as Kurt laid down and closed his eyes, covering the oceans once more.

Blaine was thrilled to know he wouldn't have to leave them anytime soon. And if he was being honest, he didn't know if he ever wanted to.

Wow that turned out nice. Personally, I enjoy that I was able to get all 3 in, cause I just couldn't decide on which one to use. :) I'll hopefully post todays theme tonight, although it won't be as good cause I've never done badboy or skank :P Here are the links to the Hummels shopping purchases from Rodeo Drive, just cause I got bored :) Just take out the spaces

www. stephenwebster

.com ?productId= 18121926&cp=1760783.1760911.1892952&ab= ln_children_cs9_outerwear &parentPage=family

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