"Come on, Diane. We came to Coasta Rica to have fun. Not to read books and lounge in beach chairs." Kurt said sitting down on a towel at Diane's feet, his hair dripping. It hung in front of his eyes making Diane want to sweep it back and kiss him.
More than anything, Kurt wanted to see her in her bathing suit. She had worn the cover up all day and he has beed dying to see what lies underneath.
"But I thought this was to relax." Diane whined closing her book and setting it in her beach bag.
"One swim." Kurt asked sweetly, taking Diane's hand, kissing her fingertips, knuckles, and palm.
"Fine." Diane couldn't really say no with him being this cute. She slipped off the gray and white cover up, to reveal a red bathing suit that made Kurt smirk and bite his tongue before he wolf whistled.
He pulled her up out of her chair and almost have dragged her as quick as possible toward the crashing waves.
"No, its cold." Diane stopped on the edge even though Kurt was tugging at her hand like a five year old wanting to go to a toy store.
Kurt couldn't stand it, he pulled her towards him so she was knee deep and then pushed her into the water with a splash.
She rose from the water coughing profanities that Kurt couldn't make out, but "God damn it, Kurt" came out the clearest.
He didn't know what to do, but he knew that she wanted to kill him at the moment. So out of pure instinct he kissed her, she wanted to kill him a little less after that.
"Are you freaking serious?" Diane asked, her arm around his neck and the other hit him not-so-lightly.
"I love you." Kurt said and Diane's only response was to shove him backward into the water and to run back to the safety of the beach. He was going to have to catch her.