Summary: Blaine thinks the best way to spend a long weekend away with his fiancé is a camping trip. Unfortunately, everything just seems to go wrong.
For the prompt: Horrible Camping Trip.
"Blaine, it's raining."
Blaine barely heard his fiancé; he was too busy trying to secure the flaps of canvas that served as the door to their tent. He poked at a spot near the floor where the tent door zipped up, frantically trying to stop the rainwater from seeping in through the small gap.
"Blaine, it's raining and it's humid and we're beside a lake – do you know what that means?"
The small gap that had been letting in rainwater now closed up, Blaine got to his feet, giving a small, satisfied nod at his handiwork. Then he noticed the puddle of water. He spun on the spot, searching wildly for something to mop it up with.
"Blaine!"
Blaine frowned over at where their bags were stacked next to the tangle of blankets and the sleeping bag lying on the air mattress in the middle of the small tent. He couldn't remember whether they had packed any paper towels or not. He supposed there were always the towels, but Kurt would kill him if he used those…
"Blaine!"
Blinking in surprise, Blaine turned to face his grumpy fiancé, thoughts of using one of his old t-shirts to dry up the water dying in his head.
"Sorry, honey," he said, smiling softly at Kurt. "There was just a small problem with the door." He gestured behind him at the canvas door that was flapping in the wind.
Kurt gazed at him for a long moment; at his hopeful smile and eyes with a hint of worry flickering behind the bright hazel irises. He sighed, hating what he was about to say.
"Maybe we should just go home," he suggested in a low voice.
The rain drummed on the roof of the tent, the wind whistled through the tiny gaps in the canvas Blaine hadn't managed to seal up, and a distant rumble of thunder rolled slowly over their heads. Blaine's face fell.
"I- I know this trip hasn't gone exactly as we'd hoped…"
Smiling sadly, Kurt closed the distance between himself and his fiancé, taking his hands in his own. "It's been a disaster from the moment we set off," he said. "We had to go back for the map, I took that wrong turn and we ended up driving for three hours in the wrong direction-"
"I scratched the car door," Blaine supplied dully.
"-we couldn't figure out how to put the tent up and got sunburn trying to erect it, dinner got burnt, and now this." Kurt gestured up towards the roof of the tent where rain was still hammering down. He rubbed at Blaine's hands. "Maybe we should just cut our losses and go home. We could always try and get a last minute hotel deal somewhere; then we're still spending some time away together."
Shoulders slumped and eyes downcast, Blaine ran his thumb over the tops of Kurt's knuckles. "This trip was supposed to be perfect. It was supposed to be us being away from everything but each other; getting some true alone time away from work and studying and the city…"
"I know, honey, but a hotel with a nice spa should be just as good," Kurt said brightly, wanting desperately to wipe the crestfallen look off Blaine's face.
Blaine lifted his head and met Kurt's eyes, sighing in defeat. "Okay," he conceded. "But can we just- Can we stay one more night?"
Kurt chewed indecisively on the inside of his bottom lip as another, louder, rumble of thunder crackled through the air and, behind Blaine, water crept once more into the tent through another hole by the door. His burnt skin was tight and stinging, the air was sticky and heavy, and mosquitos would soon be buzzing in through the gaps in their poorly constructed tent, but Kurt couldn't say no to Blaine's big, pleading eyes.
"Okay." Blaine grinned and bounced forward onto the balls of his feet to press a kiss to Kurt's forehead. "One more night."
The night was disgustingly hot and sticky. The torrential rain had cleared, leaving a thick layer of heavy clouds behind that trapped the hot, moist air beneath them. The lack of breeze and sunlight meant the ground was soaking wet and their planned campfire dinner was out of the question. Instead, they sat on their mattress and ate sandwiches and the marshmallows they had intended to toast. Hiding his own disappointment, Kurt did his best to keep Blaine's mood up, hating to see his fiancé so upset over a ruined trip, but in spite of his best efforts, Blaine grew quieter and more withdrawn as they evening wore on. Not even a marshmallow fight managed to lift his spirits for long.
When they went to bed, covers thrown on the floor as they both sweated through the thin pyjama pants they were wearing, Kurt rolled over and kissed at the spot below Blaine's ear.
"Hey," he whispered.
Blaine turned his head to look at him, his mouth still tilted downwards at the corners and forehead slightly creased with his frustration.
"I know this camping trip was your idea, but none of this is your fault," Kurt began, holding Blaine's gaze so his fiancé couldn't look away and carry on beating himself up. "You can't control the weather or help the fact that your watch accidentally scratched the car and I misread some road signs. Luck just hasn't been on our side this trip."
Blaine sighed heavily and reached over to brush a sweaty lock of Kurt's hair back off his forehead. "I know. It's just – we've been looking forward to this for weeks and I had this vision of what it would be like…" He lowered his hand to rest it on Kurt's waist. "I wanted this trip to be one we still remember when we are old and grey."
"And fabulous," Kurt added.
Blaine couldn't help but smile at that. "And fabulous," he agreed.
Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine's nose. "We'll go on another camping trip, and next time we'll plan it better: look at the route we need to go, check the weather before we leave, and learn how to cook on a campfire without charring everything."
Blaine's smile widened. "Sounds good."
Delighted that Blaine had brightened up and stopped feeling guilty, Kurt wriggled closer to him, smiling as their lips brushed together…
Blaine's hand slapped down on the pillow, making Kurt jump away from him. He bit back a groan of dread when he realised what Blaine had hit.
"That was a mosquito, wasn't it?"
Wiping his hand off on the floor of the tent, Blaine nodded.
Flopping back on the mattress, Kurt reached for one of the thinner blankets to cover them with. "We're leaving first thing in the morning."
A/N: This is going to be a compilation of all the drabbles I write for the Klaine Bingo challenge over on Tumblr. I think they will all be stand-alone one-shots, but we'll see how things go. I'll update with a new prompt fill as soon as I have written it.
All drabbles are un-beta'd, so I apologise for any mistakes that have slipped through.
Thanks for reading!