The annoying thing for me (as the writer) is that the time frame for this fic is not long at all. They are on holiday for only two weeks, so all the events I want to happen have to happen in that time, so everything happens much faster than I would like it to. But please enjoy, let me know your thoughts.
Kurt Hummel had a problem. That problem was Blaine Anderson.
He could not stop thinking about him. The curly-haired boy was occupying his thoughts, dreams, and now his conversation. He could not rid his head of Blaine's smile, or the way his face lit up when he was talking about his dolphins, or the way his eyes twinkled when he saw Kurt in the mornings. They were spending all the time in the world together, and it was driving the rest of the Hudson-Hummel's insane.
They were eating breakfast together, sitting at the large table. Carole had cooked them bacon and eggs, and they had large piles of it sitting in the centre of the table, to accommodate Finn's eating habits. Burt was munching on heart-healthy porridge, looking forlornly at the spread.
"So" Finn said, through a mouthful of egg "What ahhre wre doijing foday?"
"Well, Burt and I were thinking that we could take a trip up the northern tip of the islands, maybe swim in the coves there and have a picnic" Carole glanced at Burt, who was still eyeing the bacon pile.
"Oh go on, just one"
Burt's hand shot out like a frog's tongue, grabbing a strip of bacon and shoving it into his mouth. The others watched, while Carole slapped him on the arm affectionately.
Kurt was distracted however. His father was getting annoyed at the amount of time Kurt was spending with Blaine. He liked Blaine, but he wanted the holiday to be family time and the amount of time Kurt was spending with Blaine made it more Blaine-time. He didn't want to admit that yesterday he and Blaine had a wonderful afternoon swimming in the idyllic coves that lined the northern tip of Mabon Island. He also didn't want to admit that he already had plans to go cliff diving with Blaine, Santana and Brittany. It sounded terrifying but he was willing to try it, after he found he was enjoying everything he tried on the island so far.
"Um… I was hoping to go cliff diving with Blaine today"
Carole's face fell, and Kurt felt terrible. Burt sighed.
"Do you really need to hang out with Blaine again today, kiddo? You've hung out with him every day we have been here. It's probably time to do something with the family" Kurt nodded. His father was right, of course, but it didn't change the fact that he desperately wanted to see Blaine again. After breakfast, he texted Blaine with the unfortunate news.
Hey sorry, going to have to take a raincheck today- Kurt
Blaine's reply came in minutes.
Why, what's up? – Blaine
Kurt typed back a hasty response.
My parents want to take Finn and me to the northern tip; they don't know I've already been there- Kurt
Blaine once again impressed Kurt with his response time.
That's okay, we'll do it another day! Have fun with your family
Kurt sighed, exiting out of the message page. Of course Blaine wouldn't mind, he was the most understanding and cheerful guy Kurt had ever met. But that didn't mean that Kurt didn't feel bad for bailing on him.
Despite his longing to hang out with Blaine that day, they managed to have a good time swimming at the cove. The waters there were a serene, clear light blue, and the coves jutted out to provide a safe flat rock for picnics. He and Finn swam down deep to look at the fish below, while Burt and Carole tossed a ball to each other. They spent the entire day there, ending it by lounging in the warm afternoon sun. Kurt could swear that every day he spent in the sun, his skin got more and more resistant to sunburn. He was getting slightly pinker every day, but a rigorous sun block and moisturising routine kept the burn from getting any worse.
After they arrived back the villa, the family decided to go for drinks at the café. They arrived to a quiet area with little activity, as most resort guests where out enjoying the afternoon activities. They sat at a table, and Kurt was surprised to see Santana waltzing over dressed in a sleek white uniform to take their orders.
"Santana" Kurt said as she prepared her pad "I didn't know you worked here"
She smiled her characteristically typical smug smile.
"Well, Blaine's gig with the dolphins is his summer job, while working here is mine" She said, poising her pen, ready to take their orders.
"Actually Kurt, my breaks in ten minutes, do you want to meet me outside?"
Kurt's head shot to his father, looking pleadingly. He hadn't seen any of his island friends all day, and was anxious to talk. Burt sighed.
"Fine, but only for her break! Make sure you come back"
Kurt grinned victoriously. Santana took their drink orders and left. When ten minutes past, Kurt could see Santana walking out the side door, gesturing for him to follow. He got up.
"See you dad, I'll be back in a moment" He bounded after Santana.
He pushed open the side door to see Santana chuffing on a cigarette. He was shocked. He didn't know Santana smoked. He marched up to her, and pulled it out of her mouth, stubbing it before throwing it into the garden.
"Those are bad for you"
Santana shrugged. She did not look upset Kurt tossed out her cigarette.
"Meh, come sit"
He sat beside her. She smelt just like her mother, plus the added cloying smell of cigarettes.
"So Blaine said you bailed on us today, what happened?" She said, nudging him in the ribs. He ignored the jab.
"Oh, the family wanted to go on a trip up to the northern tip, so we went there instead"
Santana nodded, accepting this excuse.
"Oh well, we can always do it another day. So, enjoying your time here?"
Kurt nodded fervently. Was he ever. He could honestly not remember having so much fun.
"Yeah, so much. I love spending time with you and Brittany and Blaine. You guys are so…"
"Woah, woah hold the phone just a second" Santana held up her hands.
"I knew it. I was right all along. I am a GENUIS" She hoisted her hands above her head, as if she was accepting praise from a crowd.
"Excuse me, what?" Kurt said, narrowing his eyes at her. He did not like where this was going.
"I knew it! You are in love with Blaine"
"Excuse me, WHAT?" Kurt repeated, gaping at her with his mouth hanging open.
"I knew it; I ignored the signs for too long. You, Kurt Hummel, are in deep, profound, innate, unfathomable love with Blaine Anderson. Admit it, Auntie Tana knows these things"
"I beg your unbelievable pardon, I most certainly am not!" Kurt said, but a blush was creeping up to his face. So he liked Blaine a little. But how could he not! Blaine was the sweetest guy he had ever met. He didn't care that Kurt was gay, and he had gone out of his way to make Kurt's time on the island a good one. He told Santana these things, and she laughed.
"OH Hummel, you can be stupid sometimes" she said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
Kurt felt affronted.
"What on earth does that mean?"
Santana shook her head mutely.
"Nothing, nothing, I'm not going to tell you, I want to see this play out" she said, standing up suddenly.
"And I know it's not really my place to tell you, but Blaine's gay too, you know"
This made Kurt sit up a little straighter "Really?"
Santana nodded mirth ready to spill over on her face.
"… So I might be a little interested in him…"
Santana burst out laughing again.
"I KNEW it, oh man I am good. Okay, my breaks over, but have fun with your little 'crush', Hummel" she said, waving over her shoulder as she pulled open the side door again, closing it behind her and leaving Kurt to his thoughts.
Okay, so he might like Blaine a little…
… But was it really just a little?
Did a little crush mean that every time he saw Blaine, his heart starting racing faster? Did a little crush mean that every time he saw an incoming text from Blaine, his entire chest started swelling with happiness? Did a little crush mean that when he wasn't around Blaine, his every thought and dream was filled with Blaine's face? And no matter where he was, if he wasn't with Blaine, all he wanted to do was see him again.
Okay, so maybe he had more than a 'little crush' on Blaine Anderson.
Later that night, Kurt felt the familiar swelling sensation when he saw on his phone that he had a text from Blaine. He opened it, reading the message inside.
Hey, missed you today! I wanted to ask you, it's kind of a summer tradition for Santana and me to take a camping trip to the eastern beach for a couple of days. Even if your parents might not go for it, we wanted to know if you wanted to come. Finn is invited too of course - - Blaine
Kurt felt a jolt of excitement. Nothing sounded more awesome than spending three days alone with Blaine. As he jumped off his bed to ask his father and Carole, he laughed at the transformation that was happening. Just a week ago, Kurt would have never have gone camping if he could help it. Now, here he was, jumping at the chance to sleep on the ground in a tent for a couple of days.
He walked out to the living room, where Burt and Carole where on the deck enjoying a glass of wine. He approached them nervously. He had to word this right.
"Hey Dad, Carole"
They looked up, both looking at Kurt expectantly. Kurt continued.
"So… How would you feel to taking a few days off, just time for yourselves away from Finn and me?"
They considered it, sharing an amused look with each other. Burt spoke first.
"Well, I would say that that was a luxury that Carole and I could not afford, seeing as we are here with you and Finn, and we are spending some quality family time together" Carole nodded, taking another tiny sip of her wine.
"What would you say if I could get you that alone time?" Kurt cocked an eyebrow.
"I would ask you exactly what you have planned, mister" Burt shot back.
Kurt raised his hands in defence.
"Hey! I just want to offer you guys a favour, since it was so nice of you to plan this trip for us and… there might be a little camping trip that Blaine invited Finn and I to go on… And I was hoping to go…"
"Knew there was something in it for you" Burt chuckled, leaning back in his chair. Kurt grinned. He knew he was nailing it.
"Hey, I'm no Rachel, I just think that this would be a good opportunity for you guys to bond yourselves, seeing as Finn and I will be spending some close, brotherly time together over the next few days… If you let us go, that is"
Burt rubbed a hand on his head. He shot a look at Carole, who smiled and nodded. Kurt was already doing a victory dance in his mind.
"I'm only letting you go because I like those kids you have made friends with, they seem like good kids. I trust them. But I want details! And a map on where you'll be, and a way to contact you"
"Blaine will have a satellite phone!" Kurt shouted over his shoulder while he was skipping into Finn's room. He flung the door open, where Finn was listening to music.
"Finn! Pack your bag, we are going camping!"
"What….?"
"You heard me!"
Kurt bounded out of Finn's room, into his own, and catapulted onto his bed. He picked up his phone to reply to Blaine's text.
BLAINE! They said we could go! So excited! What are the details? - - Kurt
Blaine's reply sent Kurt's stomach cartwheeling.
We leave tomorrow morning. Bring warm clothes and swimmers! Can't wait to see you again! - - Blaine
Can't wait to see you again
Can't wait to see you again
Can't wait to see you again
Kurt stared at the words, reading them over and over again. He squealed, burying his head into his pillow. Blaine couldn't wait to see him again.
That morning, Kurt was up at a ridiculous hour. Blaine wasn't picking them up till eight am, but Kurt could barely sleep the night before he was looking forward to this so much. He packed his bag with all his essentials, frowning at the lack of space for clothes. He wasn't going to take a big bag, seeing as they weren't going for long, but it was getting increasingly more difficult to fit in all his possessions that he needed to take.
At 7:00am, Finn still wasn't up, and Kurt was sure his stepbrother still had to pack his bag. It was another battle to walk the Hudson brother, until finally Kurt woke him by using his tried-and-true method of ripping the duvet off the bed.
"Time to go, get your gear ready" Kurt sang, skipping happily out of the room.
"You are way too cheerful this early in the morning" He thought he heard Finn grumble as he exited.
Kurt packed and re-packed his bag, until he could get it down to the correct ratio of clothes to skin products. Finally, Finn emerged from his room, rubbing his bed-hair sheepishly and heading straight to the bathroom. When he reappeared, he finally resembled something human. Half an hour later and he was packed and ready to go.
It was fifteen minutes until Blaine was due to pick them up, and the door to Burt and Carole's room opened. Burt entered the room, closing the door softly and walking over to the boys who were waiting on the couches.
"I didn't want to wake Carole up" Burt explained as he sat down. "I am going to pamper her today, she deserves it"
Kurt thought it was sweet while Finn looked grossed out. Burt clapped his hands together as if he was getting down to business.
"Now I want you boys to be careful. Don't do anything stupid, do everything Blaine and Santana tell you to"
Kurt was surprised and grateful about how much confidence Burt had in Blaine and Santana. It was very uncharacteristically trusting of him. Burt was normally so set in his ways, never trusting anyone to look after Kurt other than himself. He thanked his father for it, Finn echoing his sentiments.
Burt shrugged.
"I know this is something both you boys really wanted to do. I have to accept the fact that you are young adults, nearly eighteen, and that I have to start letting you experience things on your own. So have fun-"
Burt was interrupted by a knocking on the door. Kurt leapt to open it, but Burt held up a finger.
"I'll get it, Kurt"
He moved to open the door, Kurt craning his neck to see Blaine. When Burt opened the door, Blaine was on the other side, smiling brightly.
"Hi, Mr Hummel" He said, offering to shake Burt's hand. Burt took it, smiling gruffly. Once they released the hand shake, Blaine pulled out a folded piece of shiny paper, opening it and showing it to Burt.
"This is the map you requested. We will be staying here-"Blaine pointed to a section in the North East Corner of the beach that resided along the mysterious eastern beach of the island.
"Thank you" Burt said, taking the map off Blaine and folding it up again.
"And-"Blaine produced a rather large, chunky phone with a thick antenna. "-This is our satellite phone"
He handed Burt with a piece of plain A4 paper.
"These are the numbers to the two satellite phones we have with us. If the satellite phones for some reason do not work, we also have radios and a radio transmitter with us. Unless the satellites in the sky go down, it will be impossible for us not to get in contact. Not" he added "That there is anything to worry about, Mr Hummel. Santana and I have been navigating this island since we were little. Your sons will be in safe hands"
"Thank you, Blaine" Burt said with a nod. Kurt could see clearly why Burt trusted him. There was something about the way Blaine spoke that instilled people with such a confidence, to the point they would probably trust Blaine with their lives.
"Okay kiddo, ready to go?" Burt said, turning back to Kurt. He and Finn shot out of the chairs, ready to bolt out the door. Kurt leaned over and kissed his dad on the cheek.
"Thanks dad" he said quietly as he passed. Burt clapped him on the shoulder. Finn offered his goodbyes too, and soon the three boys were on their way.
"So Blaine, I never asked" Kurt said, catching up to Blaine who was striding ahead.
"How will we be getting to the campsite?"
Blaine grinned. He led them around the bend in the path to a road made of sand. Sitting there was a large 4WD. Riding shotgun was Santana, who waved with a little smug smile on her face. In the back was Brittany with two boys Kurt had never seen before. One was tall and wiry with a shock of bright blonde hair, and the other was handsome and stocky with a full head of warm brown hair. They waved to the three approaching the car cheerfully.
"Kurt and Finn, this is Jeff" he pointed to the blonde "And Nick. They live on the island too. We don't always hang out with them because they are a bit older than us, but they always end up coming camping with us"
Kurt jumped in the very back with Finn, placing their cases in the space behind them. Blaine turned on the engine, while Santana leaned forward to select a song on the iPod. As Matthew Kearney's 'Closer to Love' began to play and Blaine began to pull out onto the road, Kurt leaned back and sighed. The next few days where going to be amazing.
"Closer to Love" ended up being the theme song for this fic, so check it out it's a great song. The dude who sings it sounds like Chris Martin. New chapter will be up in a few days.
