"Excuse me? I think you dropped these."
Blaine turned around at the sound of the voice coming from behind him. He froze in his tracks when he found that he was face-to-face with probably the hottest boy he'd ever seen in his life. More than hot, even. Gorgeous. A tall, young man standing before Blaine with eyes like the sea and flawless ivory skin. The boy held out Blaine's sunglasses in between his long fingers, smiling the smallest of smiles when Blaine faced him.
"Oh," Blaine snapped out of his blank state, "Thank you."
He reached out to retrieve his sunglasses, grinning like an idiot at the still-nameless boy, who, Blaine might add, was not hard to look at. Not at all.
"No problem," said the boy. "Um, are you staying at that house over there?"
He pointed to something behind Blaine, and Blaine turned around to look at Wes's white house perched on top of the rocky hill. It still looked humungous, even from afar.
"Yes, I am," Blaine explained. "I guess this means we'll be seeing a lot of each other."
The boy smiled. "I'm Kurt."
"Blaine. Nice to meet you, Kurt."
You know when you see your celebrity crush in a magazine? Or when you go to the supermarket and spot an incredibly attractive person, so attractive that it makes you squeal and say "Oh my god! He is sooo cute! Did you check out his ass?" to your friends? That was pretty normal. It happened to everyone, even the people who hated to admit it the most. Let's all face it: the puberty fairy isn't so kind to some people, but to others, it most certainly is. Blaine was a teenage boy. He was allowed to think other boys were cute, even if some didn't approve of the action. He was almost blinded by this kid's radiance, his elegance etched into his features, his vibrant eyes.
Kurt, on the other hand...well, he was pretty speechless as well. Blaine had one of the most charming smiles he'd ever seen, with raven curls on top of his head, tanned skin and eyes that reminded Kurt of a sunset. He'd had crushes on boy's before, sure, but he had to admit, none of them were as good-looking as Blaine was. Kurt wanted to punch himself in the face for almost blushing.
"How long are you here for, Kurt?" asked Blaine.
"Only six weeks," Kurt sighed. "My friend-well, occasional friend when we're not being bitches to each other- Santana, she invited me down here. I usually hate anything that has to do with outdoors and swimming and getting dirty," Kurt shuddered, and Blaine laughed. "But I had nothing else to do, and it's my last summer with them before college."
"Me, too," Blaine said. "Where did you graduate from?"
"McKinley. Probably the worst, most filthy and unfashionable school in the history of the state of Ohio. Where did you graduate from?"
"Dalton Academy," Blaine replied. "It's an all boys private school. It's not very filthy at all, but you can get lost easily."
"I've heard of it. I was supposed to transfer there in my junior year."
Blaine raised his eyebrows. "Really? What a small world."
"Very," Kurt smiled, smoothing down the thin fabric of his shot sleeved, blue-striped t-shirt. Blaine swallowed, tearing his eyes away from Kurt's lean torso.
"Hey, guys," a voice interrupted them. The boys turned around and saw Wes walking towards them.
"We're having a bonfire at eight," Puck said, drying himself off with a white towel laying in the grass. "You guys can be there, if you want."
"Isn't it too hot for a bonfire?" asked David, flicking some grass into Nick's face.
"Nah, it get's kind of chilly down here in the night sometimes. Besides, when the heat starts kicking in, there's always skinny dipping!"
"Not a good first impression, Noah," Rachel smacked his arm. "And that made you sound really, really gay."
"I meant skinny dipping with the ladies," Puck shrugged. "And besides, I do what I can to represent my boy Hummel. He needs some lovin', too."
Blaine noticed that Kurt began to blush so furiously that he thought his face would turn into a different color permanently.
"Not appropriate right now, Puckerman," Kurt hissed.
Blaine was about to open his mouth and say something, probably to say something about homosexuality and how hey! Is your last name Hummel? You're gay? So am I! Isn't it a coincidence? We're like an endangered species in Ohio! When once again, he was interrupted.
"You boys can come if you want," Santana wrapped a blue towel around her waist. "Bring your voices, too. We have jam sessions all the time, and if you say you're from the warbler's or whatever, then we'd like to hear what you can do."
"Is that a challenge?" asked Wes, grinning like a comic book villain.
"Maybe," Santana winked.
"You two have made so many bets so far," Jeff rolled his eyes. "I won't be surprised if we're all dead by the end of the summer."
"Don't say that stuff, man!" Nick said. "It'll get jinxed. We'll be dead for sure if you say it."
"Anyway," Rachel cut in, "It would be so incredibly wonderful to have you boys over for our bonfire tonight."
The short girl's voice reminded Blaine of a Disney princess, a small one who liked to smile a lot.
"Cool, we'll be there, then," Wes nodded in approval. "We should head back, then. We still have a lot to unpack and all that, so we'll see you around at eight?"
"Same day, same place," Puck waved his hand in a see-ya-later gesture as he went back to join his friends in the lake.
"Till then," the boys started to walk back up towards the white cottage when Blaine turned back to Kurt, opening his mouth to say something.
"We can play twenty questions later," Kurt grinned. "I think you'd better go get comfortable, first."
"Right," Blaine said. "I guess I'll...go do that, then. See you later."
"Bye."
The boys smiled at each other very quickly before turning around and heading their separate ways. Kurt never knew that a smile could make someone feel this giddy.