Kurt on Ice.
Hi guys, thank you if you have decided to take a look at this. I have lots of things on the go at the moment but this is going to be short light hopefully sweet and funny chapters (Like 500-800 words) and regular updates. Let's say Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays. It'll be finished in two weeks, promise. Anyhow, let's go.
P.S. I am a brit chick and I can guess that there are no places to go ice fishing in Ohio, and i've never been ice fishing so.. a lot of artistic license going on.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters and I am not making profit out of them.
Kurt looked around the little hut. He could understand simplicity of design but this was just taking matters to far. The wood walls seemed to be lined with some kind of amber cooler sealant, a little like the colour of Blaine's eyes. It was the only good thing he could find about the hut. There was no flooring just a few rubber mats on the ice, when Kurt breathed out he could see his breath dance about in white little wisps, though it was surprisingly warmer in the hut than on the ice. The furnisher consisted of two bunk beds on the far wall. A little table with a hot plate run on gas canisters there was a huge drill leaning on the far wall and a stack of folding chairs. Kurt crinkled his nose as he took it all in. He jumped as there was a loud thud behind him. Blaine, his simply gorgeous boyfriend had just come in and flung bag of tinned food on the floor. Kurt adverted his eyes, he did not want to think about all the additives in those tins.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. Kurt sighed and let himself sink back into the embrace for a moment.
"It's not that bad." Blaine whispered.
"I guess not, I suppose I do get to spend all weekend with you, even if the chances of us getting a single moment alone are the same as Tina getting a solo."
"Oh this is totally cool. I call top." Kurt turned to see Finn walk in closely followed by his dad.
"I don't mind bottom." Blaine replied stepping away to help Finn with his bags. He caught Kurt's eye and gave a wink that sent thoughts of warmth skin covering taut muscles. His cheeks grew hot and he looked down at the floor.
" What did I tell you boys. Kurt stop the bitch face." Burt said looking around the hut his expression one of happy excitement.,
"I am not making a bitch face."
"Thank you again for inviting me Mr. Hummel." Blaine said with his most dapper expression.
"It's Burt and you're welcome. I couldn't leave you out of our male bonding weekend. Kurt wouldn't have come."
"I still don't know why we couldn't go to a spa?
"My dad used to take me ice fishing and I wanted to share the experience with my sons. And" Burt pointed to Blaine as he started to unpack various blankets, a board game and tins. "My son's boyfriend. Besides, new experiences are good for you. Opens up your minds."
"And Rachel's always saying new experiences are what makes you a better artist." Finn said then dropped his voice slightly to add. " But I think she just says that to make me watch girly movies and do …other stuff."
Kurt was looking around as Finn spoke.
"Not that that isn't very interesting Finn but can I ask a question? Where the hell is the bathroom?"
"Laqnguage." Burt snapped. " And to answer your question the toilets are on the edge of the lake we passed them on the way in. "
Kurt eyes narrowed.
"Excuse me?"
" If you're going at night wake somebody up to go with you that way If you slip or hut yourselves you have somebody to help you."Burt said obviously ignoring the ominous black cloud passing over Kurt's face. He crossed his arms across his chest and opened and closed his mouth a few times as if he were too shocked to speak. Finn and Blaine turned round to start undoing there bags. There eyes met and they shared a small nervous smile. There was a moment of silence before Kurt finally found his (even more than usually) high pitched voice.
Dad! How am I meant to do my skin routine if there's no bathroom? You know how important it is to keep my skin.."
"Enough Kurt, you can go one night without your beauty creams."
"That's easy enough for you to say. You don't have this skin."
" Kurt, I think you'll be just as handsome if you miss one night of your routine." Blaine said gently.
"Blaine! Do you know how much this cold is going to dry out my skin?"
"You can still moisturize. I'll make sure you don't miss a single spot."
"Spot?"
Finn started laughing.
" Dude, he's even worse than Rachel."
"I seriously doubt that Finn, besides Rachel freaks out about none serious matters such as popularity, the condition of my skin is far more important than that."
"Kurt." Burt said sharply drawing attention of all three teens. "I'm sure you can do part of whatever it is you do in the public toilets."
"But.."
"End of conversation Kurt." Burt grabbed one of the folding chairs and with a smooth movement of his wrist had it unfolded and resting in the middle of the hut. " We." He looked around to make sure they all had his attention before he continued. "Are going to unpack, eat bacon and beans and then we are going to sing songs, talk about out lives and have a drop of whiskey to keep us warm."
"Wait… Did you just say Whiskey?" Finn asked.
"Just a drop, you have parental supervision so no harm will come out of it."
Obviously, harm will come of it...