Author's Note: This story may begin to have a plot sometime soon, so be prepared. I hope you enjoy this chapter. ;) Reviews are always appreciated!

James suggested that they go for ice cream, so Blaine and Kurt went back to the house to get money.

They met the others at the end of the boardwalk, because neither of them knew the town or the possible location of ice cream shops.

"This is the best ice cream in existence," Anna told them. "Or at least, it was the last time I was here. I haven't been since the last family reunion when I was eight."

"It still is," Harry said.

"You went without me?" Anna gasped in mock horror.

"You guys were at lunch."

"I suppose that is an acceptable excuse," she said. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again."

They bought some ice cream at a small shop with fairly normal flavors, but they were able to choose whatever toppings they wanted, from gummi worms and chocolate chips, to chocolate sauce and sprinkles. Kurt got sorbet, and Blaine went with chocolate and gummi worms.

"That looks disgusting," Kurt told him.

Blaine licked his ice cream. "Oh. My. God. This is delicious."

"I highly doubt it."

"Come on! It's amazing."

Kurt had some of his sorbet, and nearly fainted. "How the hell is this so good?"

"I told you! You should try the chocolate and gummi worm too."

Kurt looked at it warily. "No thanks."

"Whatever. More for me."

The others watched in amusement, having gone through similar experiences when they first tried the ice cream at this shop.

Kurt and Blaine spent the rest of the afternoon with them, and left when it was time for dinner.

"Hey, are you guys coming to the bonfire?" Ellie asked them.

"Bonfire?" Kurt said.

"It's awesome! It usually starts around ten when the sun goes down, and we stay out all night eating marshmallows and stuff."

"Sounds cool," Blaine said. "We'll probably see you later."

At dinner, they asked Blaine's parents about the bonfire.

"What goes on there? There won't be drinking or anything, will there?" Blaine's mom asked concernedly.

"No, Ellie said that they just eat marshmallows and talk."

"Ellie?" his dad asked.

"This girl we met at the beach."

"I guess you can go," his dad said. "Don't stay out all night, though."

"Thanks, Dad!"

Kurt hadn't gone to this sort of thing before, and he hoped it wouldn't end up like Rachel's party. As they left the house, he reminded Blaine of that night.

"Remember the last time we went to a party?"

"Don't remind me," Blaine groaned. "This isn't exactly a party though."

"Still."

They walked out to the beach. Even though the sun had gone down, it was hot and humid outside. The bonfire was large, sending up sparks and making the already warm night even hotter. There were logs all around the fire, with quite a few people already sitting on them.

Katie and the others said hi, and she introduced them to the rest of the people there. Kurt was sure he wouldn't be able to remember all their names, but he noticed that Katie was sitting next to a guy who looked a little like Blaine, but taller and with longer hair.

"This is Toby," she told them.

"Hey," Toby said.

Guess that's her type, Kurt thought.

The conversation flowed easily. Anna passed them some marshmallows and Graham crackers.

"Where's the chocolate?" Kurt asked her.

"Over there somewhere." She pointed across the fire and started laughing suddenly.

"What?"

"I just- sorry-" she calmed down a bit. "This just reminds me of a festival we went to. We were eating the chocolate, and we lost it, and it went all over my friend's pants…"

Kurt and Blaine just looked at her.

"It was funnier at the time."

"I'm sure," Kurt said.

"Do you guys want some beer?"

Kurt looked at Blaine.

"It won't be like that Kurt."

"If you say so…"

She passed them a bottle and a bar of chocolate.

The gathering had split into groups of two or three, and Katie seemed to be getting on very well with the guy called Toby. They were pressed so close together it was hard to tell whose hands were whose.

"Why are you sitting with us?" Blaine asked Anna.

"Sorry," she said. "I can leave if you want."

"I didn't mean it like that. I meant, why aren't you finding a guy of your own?"

She looked a little sad. "They never seem to go for me. They always go for my sister first, and only talk to me if they don't work out with her."

"That seems a bit unfair."

"I don't think she realizes that it's like that, though. She's the blonde one," Anna said bitterly.

"I think that guy's checking you out." Blaine pointed to a guy with blond hair on the other side of the fire.

"Really?"

"He keeps looking at you."

She smiled. "Maybe I'll go talk to him, then. See you."

"Bye!"

She went to sit next to him.

Kurt looked at Blaine in amazement. "How do you do that?"

"What?"

"Just… make people feel happy."

"I don't know. I just tell them the truth, I guess."

"I love you."

"I love you too," Blaine said.

The space around the fire had emptied until it was just the two of them. They'd taken turns sipping from the bottle, and had made tons of s'mores. Blaine usually ended up burning his marshmallows, and peeled the burnt bits off to get at the gooey insides.

"How can you eat them like that?"

"Like this!" Blaine demonstrated.

"Ew." Kurt had toasted every one of his marshmallows to golden brown perfection, and eaten them with Graham crackers and chocolate.

Blaine took another sip. "Who knew that beer tasted so good with marshmallows?"

"I don't know. Let me try it." Kurt leaned forward and kissed him. He pulled back.

"You're right. It does taste pretty good."

Blaine hugged him close and went in for a longer kiss.

"I'm really glad you came with us."

"Me too."

They weren't sure what time it was when they got back to the house, but it was probably later than it should have been.

Kurt tripped over the steps up to the back porch. This seemed to strike him as unbelievably hilarious, and he let out a loud giggle.

"Shhh!"

"Sorry," Kurt laughed.

Blaine helped him up, and opened the door as quietly as he could. He led Kurt up the stairs. "Keep quiet," he whispered.

"Okay," Kurt said loudly.

Blaine shook his head and helped Kurt into bed.

"This looks somewhat familiar," Kurt observed. "Only it was the other way around last time."

"I wouldn't know," Blaine answered. "I don't remember much after kissing Rachel."

Kurt became more serious. "I was so jealous that night. I never told you that, did I?"

"I am sorry for doing that to you. I didn't know you liked me at the time."

"I was pretty obvious," Kurt said.

"Not to me. I tend not to notice unless you shove something in my face."

"Oh, is that what happened with Rachel."

"Hey!" He thought for a second. "Pretty much, actually."

He kissed Kurt on the forehead, then turned to leave the room.

"No!" Kurt said. "Stay!"

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"You're probably right. Night, then."

"Night. I love you, Kurt."

"Love you, Blaine."