Hope you're enjoying this story so far, I thought it would be cute having a summer holidays fic :)

Blaine had spent the night by Kurt's side, they had been to the hospital and Kurt had had a good nights sleep. Blaine woke first and all he could do was stare at Kurt's burn mark. Kurt had slept with no t-shirt on or vest so nothing would rub against his scar.

Half an hour later, Kurt rolled over slowly, "shit." He cursed as the burn mark rubbed against the sheets. He seemed to have forgotten about the pain until now.

"Are you okay babe?" Blaine quickly grabbed Kurt to lift him a little from the bed to give his shoulder some air.

"It just stings when it touches anything else or makes a connection with anything." Blaine gently rubbed Kurt's arm.

"How is it now?"

"It's fine, but wait, my dad doesn't even know about us yet so how the hell have you gotten away with staying here, most of all, how have you gotten away with staying in my bed?" Kurt shifted so his elbows were holding him up.

"Don't worry, you're dad has yelled at me, I told him I'd make it up to him by holding the cold towel on your shoulder for a while whilst you were sleeping last night and he said okay, I'll just say I fell asleep here by accident." Blaine brushed his hand over Kurt's cheek and smiled.

"Woah, wait. My dad yelled at you? What did he say?" Kurt sprung up a little and looked shocked. He was actually worried though, his dad always yelled at anybody who even looked the wrong way at Kurt but now he was worried because he didn't know what his dad had said to Blaine, and how Blaine had reacted.

"Oh, it was nothin'." Blaine sunk further into Kurt's pillows.

"Tell me!" Kurt patted his hand on Blaine's stomach. "Now or I'll tickle you, I know you hate it." Kurt raised his eyebrows.

"He gripped me and told me to tell me what happened, once I told him, he let go and yelled about how we shouldn't have lied to him about where we were going, I should have never took you there at night and he fired me and urm-"

"WOW, he fired you?!" Kurt's eyes widened.

"Yeah but your dad's right, I should never have took you there that late, I shouldn't have suggested playing games like that at night, it was stupid and I'm sorr-" Kurt raised a hand signalling Blaine to stop talking.

"Don't you even say that! It wasn't your fault, I wanted to come with you because I thought it'd be fun."

"But look what I did to you though, look at your shoulder!" Blaine pointed at Kurt's back.

"What? You didn't do this! Me being my clumsy self did this!" Kurt looked a little angry.

"BUT I BLAME MYSELF KURT BECAUSE I LEFT YOU ALONE AND I SAW HOW UNCOMFORTABLE YOU WERE WITH IT!" Blaine sat up and put his head in his hands.

Kurt knelt behind Blaine and slid his hands round Blaine's waist and pushed his body onto Blaine's back cradling him from behind. "And I blame no one, the only thing I would blame is love."

"What?"

"Love! I fell in love with you and wanted to be with you that much that I wanted to impress you, I thought that me being on my own in the dark might impress you, as stupid as that sounds, it was a big deal for me because I hate the dark and jumping in that lake, I would have never done that for anyone, anyone! You hear me?"

Blaine nodded and turned round to face Kurt, they hugged gently.

"And, one more thing," Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear, "I love you Blaine Anderson. The way I see it, you stopped the burn from becoming worse." Kurt kissed Blaine's neck.

"I love you too."

The boys looked into each others eyes, "please don't blame yourself."
Blaine simply smiled in response. "You look incredibly hot with no shirt on may I say?"

"Oh my god Blaine!" Kurt moved away from his boyfriend.

"What?" Blaine grinned.

"The moment was going so sweet and then you killed it by being flirty again!"

Blaine laughed and then crawled over to kiss Kurt's cheek and snuggle up with him under the sheets.

"Dad, you look really busy." Kurt walked into the garage, there were cars parked everywhere, everything was unorganised and it looked a mess. "Looks like you could use an extra pair of hands."

"Well you're not doing it, three days ago you were in a hospital, you're not helping with cars."

"I'm not talking about me." Kurt walked up to the desk and sat down.

"If you're talking about your little friend, forget it, I bet he just invited you out that night because he felt bad or something, he's trouble." Burt was packing away boxes and trying to put things in some sort of order.

"No he isn't, if you get to know him, you'll realise that he's actually okay!"
"No Kurt! I can find someone better than that loser!"

"Don't talk about him like that!"

Burt threw a box to the floor and shouted, "why do you care so much anyway?!"

"BECAUSE IM DATING HIM DAD!"

Sorry it's so short, I'll make it longer next time, promise.