"I'll be fine dad, I swear."
It was Sunday morning, and Kurt Hummel was stuck on the phone with his over-bearing father. He got that Burt was protective of him, but he could give him a little space, honestly.
"I know Kurt, I know. I'm just worried, you know that."
"I get it dad. But I'm fine."
"Blaine's parents are around?"
"Of course."
"There won't be any funny business will there?"
"No dad, of course not!"
"I know we already talked about safety, but…"
"Dad, I'm fine really."
"Ok. Well. I love you Kurt."
"Love you too dad."
"Bye."
Kurt hung up the phone with a satisfied click. "Now that's over…" Kurt spun on his heels to face his beautiful boyfriend, Blaine Anderson, who quickly dropped Kurt's bags of luggage onto the bamboo floor and dashed over, picking Kurt up and spinning him around in his strong arms.
Kurt laughed, leaning his head down and meeting Blaine's waiting lips. "This is going to be perfect." Kurt murmured.
"Mmmm." Blaine sighed in agreement.
It was spring break, which had been extended two weeks due to a staff injury, (rumors have it Coach Sylvester slicked the stairwell with butter in a rage, causing ninety percent of the staff to be injured, and not enough substitutes for school to proceed as normal.) Kurt and Blaine somehow convinced Burt and Carol to let them come and stay the month at Blaine's family's beach house in Hawaii.
For the next glorious month Kurt would have nothing but sun, beach, and Blaine all to himself. (Of course, his parents didn't know that the house was empty; they thought Blaine's ever missing parents would be there with them. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.)
"Are you sure your parents won't come by?" Kurt asked, leaning his forehead against Blaine's.
"Of course not." Blaine whispered. "My dad has a deal in Boston, and mom wanted to go to Paris afterwards. They won't be anywhere close to here."
"Good. I don't want them anywhere near you." Kurt started to run his hand up Blaine's shirt, feeling Blaine's warm skin.
"Why's that?" Blaine asked, nipping Kurt's ear, before beginning down his neck.
"Because I want you all to myself." Kurt giggled, pulling away. Upon seeing Blaine's sad expression, he started laughing.
"Don't worry." Kurt grinned mischievously. "I'm thinking about trying out the Jacuzzi." Kurt slowly removed his belt and let it drop to the floor. "Naked."
"Hm." Blaine started forward when the phone began to ring. "Shit."
"Get it." Kurt waved Blaine away with his hand. "But be quick. I'll be out waiting in the hot tub."
Kurt smiled and Blaine eagerly set off for the phone, and walked out onto the deck. He took his shirt and pants off, leaving him exposed to the warm sun. They were on a private beach, so Kurt could wear, or not wear, whatever he wanted.
Kurt thought he was going to enjoy this.
"Kurt."
"Oh Blaine, finally." Kurt turned away from the beach view, fully exposed to find… a stranger.
A very attractive stranger.
But a stranger none the less.
A male stranger.
Whom Kurt did not know.
So Kurt did the only logical thing he could think to do.
He screamed.
"Kurt." Blaine ran out, then stopped when he saw the amount, or lack of, clothes Kurt had on. "Oh… Kurt, um…"
Kurt grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around his torso.
The stranger laughed. "Hi there… Kurt?" The man looked to be about twenty-one. He had dark curly hair that sprung wildly from his head. His skin was tan and clear, his body muscular and thick; but not in a bad way. He had stubble on his chin, and perfect white teeth. His dark green eyes sparkled like a predator's.
"Kurt." Blaine said. "This is Travis. My brother."
"Hi." Kurt said weakly.
"Pleasure to meet you." Travis grinned, and Kurt didn't like it one bit. "This is going to be an interesting vacation.
To be continued…