There wasn't a cloud in sight when the boys finally got everything set up on the beach – a bunch of towels in varying colours, parasols to provide some shade, a ridiculously massive volleyball net and a pretty impressive contraption to act as a cool box. Most of them had retreated to the bathroom block to change into swim shorts, but Kurt stayed behind with Reed in favour of keeping an eye on their belongings.
Kurt was so busy fussing over Reed to make sure he was wearing enough sunscreen that he almost missed Wes and David return, followed by Shane, the three of them trying (and failing) to contain their giggling. He eyed them suspiciously but didn't ask any questions, his years at Dalton having taught him that sometimes it was better not to ask. Reed wriggled out of Kurt's fussing hands and skipped over to Shane, who beamed at him and pulled the smaller boy into his arms.
"Mm, you smell like sunscreen." Shane commented, nuzzling his nose against Reed's neck.
"I'm not surprised - Kurt all but used a paint brush to plaster it on me!" Reed huffed, still feeling like he had an extra inch of skin with the amount he was wearing. "He's just made me look extra pale!" He made a face in Kurt's direction.
Shane laughed and wrapped an arm around Reed's shoulders, "If it keeps your perfect skin perfect, then I'm all for it." He peppered Reed's cheek with kisses until the frown turned into a smile, "Do you want to go for a walk? I saw you brought your camera, I figured we could take some pictures."
Reed nodded and reached for his bag to dig through it for his camera, "I want to collect some shells too. I'd like to try using them with my paintings."
"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. You point them out and I'll collect them." Shane stood and held out a hand for Reed and said to Kurt that they were going for a walk.
"Take your sunscreen with you! You'll need to apply it regularly!" Kurt yelled after them, pointedly ignoring the rude gesture Reed made in response. He watched them fondly; thankful that even after everything they had been through, Shane and Reed still had each other. He only slightly noticed the way Shane's walk sped up a little as Blaine's voice thundered from the changing block behind them.
"WES! DAVID!"
Twenty minutes later, after some serious threatening from Blaine and reassuring from Kurt, Blaine finally emerged from the changing rooms and sat with the rest of his friends. The offending duo still snickered as Blaine arrived, but a silent warning from Kurt shut them up promptly.
Somehow, without his knowing, Wes and David had switched Blaine's swim trunks in favour of a very small pair of bright pink speedos which didn't leave much to the imagination. Blaine had refused to go outside at first, far too embarrassed and not nearly as confident as one should be to wear something like this. But some light flirting from Kurt made Blaine feel a little better, and he decided he could at least walk to his towel, where he could then wrap it around himself in an attempt to preserve at least a little dignity.
"Honestly, I think they do wonders for your ass. And think how good your tan will look afterwards…your skin will be glowing. And you're definitely not hard to look at while wearing them." Kurt had commented on their way over, shamelessly hanging back to admire the view one last time. It wasn't often he got to admire his boyfriend's body in this way, so he wanted to enjoy it while he could.
"What you mean to say is, you think I should keep them and wear them more often, don't you? "Blaine said, eyebrow raised as he caught Kurt staring again.
"No not at all. What I'm saying is that, for a change, I am not 100% opposed to this prank. Now come on, with that much exposed skin you are definitely wearing sunscreen." Kurt wrapped an arm securely around Blaine's waist and pulled them under a parasol where he could thoroughly enjoy rubbing his hands over Blaine's body with a little privacy.