Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, not me.

"Blaine Warbler!"

Blaine glanced at Mercedes sleepily over the rims of his sunglasses. "First of all, I was taking a nap, and second of all, my last name is Anderson," he said mildly. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is your boyfriend's stubborn little ass," Mercedes said. She held a sulky-looking Kurt by the hand, and she gave him just enough of a push that he plunked down on the end of Blaine's beachside lounge chair. "He won't listen to me."

"Because she's overreacting," Kurt interrupted. "Blaine doesn't think there's anything wrong with me. Don't you, Blaine?"

Blaine pushed his sunglasses back. "Oh my god, Kurt, why are you all red?" he said.

"Ha!" Mercedes said. "I told you so. You're sunburned."

"Am not!" Kurt protested.

Blaine stood up and took Kurt gingerly by the wrist. "Come on, we're going inside," he said.

"Blaine, stop it, I'm fine," Kurt argued, trying to fight back as Blaine led him to the house. The Andersons had given their permission for Blaine to take a few friends to the lake for the weekend, on the stipulation that Francey chaperoned and they all came back in one piece. Since Francey's idea of chaperoning was putting baby monitors in their rooms and leaving them to their own devices, they'd done pretty well for themselves, but this was definitely not a good development.

"You are not fine," Blaine insisted, dragging Kurt inside to the air conditioned kitchen, their bare feet making no noise on the hardwood floor, and closing the door behind them. "Come in and sit down."

"Blaine, really, you don't-"

Blaine slapped Kurt lightly on the back, the same way he'd affectionately pat a fellow Warbler after a good performance. Kurt yelped loudly. "Ha!" Blaine said. "I told you so."

"What did you do that for?" Kurt asked, screwing up his face.

"Go take a cool shower," Blaine said. "Get all that lakewater off you and cool off a little bit."

"Blaine, I'm fine," Kurt huffed.

Blaine propelled him carefully towards the bathroom. "Go," he said. Kurt rolled his eyes and slammed the door.

Blaine sighed and headed back towards the boys' room. The bedrooms in the rented lakehouse were fairly small; usually he and Francey shared one and his parents shared the other. But this year they had the three boys in one room and the three girls in the other, and things were just a wee bit crowded.

He waded through the combined mess of his and Finn's clothes strewn about the floor and sorted through the duffel bags. He had figured that Finn wouldn't pack any kind of aloe, but he was disappointed that he'd forgotten, and honestly rather shocked that Kurt didn't have any. Blaine tossed his bag back on his unmade bed and walked out onto the porch again.

He scanned the shoreline. Finn and Mercedes were having some sort of splash battle in the shallow part of the lake, but Lucy was lounging on a beach towel with a book. "Hey, Lu," he called, leaning over the railing.

She rolled onto her stomach and squinted up at him. "What's up?" she called back.

"Do you have any aloe?" he asked.

Lucy frowned and sat up, tugging on her navy and white polka dotted one-piece. "Yeah, in my kit," she said. "What's wrong? Are you sunburned?"

"I'm not, but my boyfriend has turned a fetching shade of lobster," Blaine said.

Lucy winced. "I told him his sunscreen was expired," she said. "Yeah, go ahead and get my aloe out of my bag. And come get me if you need me."

"Will do," he said, saluting. "Thanks."

He sauntered back into the house, whistling under his breath. The shower was still running; hopefully Kurt would be out soon. He slipped into the girls' room and dug the large green bottle out of Lucy's monogrammed bag.

"Blaine?" a plaintive voice called.

"In the girls' room," he called back.

Kurt shuffled into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist and his mouth pulled down in a pout. "Blaine, I think I'm sunburned," he said.

"Yeah, no kidding," Blaine said, scanning him up and down.

"The water felt like little needles," Kurt whined.

Blaine kissed him lightly on his pink forehead. "Go put on something comfy," he said. "Lucy has some aloe you can use."

Kurt shuffled back into the hall. "I look like a stop sign," he complained.

"I was thinking more like a lobster," Blaine suggested helpfully. He picked up the bottle of aloe and zipped Lucy's bag shut before heading out to the living room.

Kurt joined him a few minutes later, dressed in a pair of lightweight yoga pants. He sank down on the couch beside Blaine. "I never get sunburned," he said. "Not since I was a kid."

Blaine handed him the bottle of aloe. "There's a first time for everything," he said.

Kurt squirted some of the green gel into his hands. "I always use sunscreen!" he said. "Even on cloudy days! And this is the strongest SPF I own!"

"And when was the last time you used it?" Blaine asked.

Kurt sighed as he rubbed the aloe on his arms. "Like…2006," he admitted. "Lucy's right. It was expired."

Blaine watched him rub the aloe into his bare chest. "Uh-huh," he said.

Kurt didn't seem to notice his sudden distraction, too intent on rubbing the aloe across his reddened stomach. "Can you get my back?" he asked. "It hurts too much to reach."

"Uh-huh," Blaine said absently, barely noticing when Kurt pressed the bottle into his hands and turned around. "What…oh. Okay."

He squeezed the bottle, globbing a little too much green gel into his palms. Tentatively he massaged into the hot skin on Kurt's shoulders, trying not to press too hard. Kurt's skin was sensitive on a good day; this had to be painful.

"Mm, this feels nice," Kurt murmured.

Oh. Perhaps not so painful.

Blaine moved his hands down to Kurt's spine, rubbing the aloe into his smooth bare back. Kurt sighed heavily, the sound trailing off. Blaine squirmed a little.

He leaned forward, his lips nearly at Kurt's ear. "Is it better, babe?" he whispered. Kurt nodded, leaning forward to fold his arms on the armrest of the couch and rest his chin on his wrists.

Blaine squirted a little more gel into his hands and smoothed it over Kurt's shoulderblades, rubbing in slow gentle circles until it melted into his skin. Kurt shivered just a little bit, and Blaine bit his lip. He slid his hands a little lower, until his fingertips were brushing against the waistband of Kurt's pants.

"Someone's not wearing underwear, is he?" he teased, his voice soft and low. He rubbed his thumbs at the base of Kurt's spine. "You know, everyone's outside right now…"

The screen door slid open and Blaine leaned back quickly. "Hi," Lucy said. "Am I interrupting anything?"

"Yes, Lucy, you are," Blaine said. "God, what is it with people cockblocking us all the time?"

"I think Kurt did the cockblocking before I got here," Lucy said, drawing her damp hair back in a ponytail and snapping an elastic over it. "Someone's asleep."

Blaine looked down at his boyfriend. Sure enough, Kurt was fast asleep, his reddened cheek resting on his arms. Blaine sighed. "Yeah, he's asleep," he said.

Lucy patted the top of Kurt's head. "I'll put him to bed," she said. "And you can lie here and think about how Kurt's not wearing any underwear."

"You people are so mean to me," Blaine muttered.

Author's Notes:

Okay, so this one might be my favorite. Or at least one of my favorites. SLDKFJDSKLJflkj Kurt is adorable. And Blaine is even more adorable.

And also I adore Lucy.

And there was cockblocking! Again!

I think this why I never write smut. I have too much fun writing cockblocking scenes.

Also, I actually wrote a drabble based on Kurt's line about how the last time he got sunburned when he was little, and trust me, that one is adorable. It'll be up here at some point...