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At breakfast the next morning, Blaine's parents wanted to know what had happened at the bonfire.

"How was it?" his mother asked.

"Pretty good," Blaine replied. "There were a lot of people there."

"Any girls?" his dad asked.

"It was about half-and-half."

"Notice any good looking ones?"

"Dad!"

"I just wondered if you might be starting to like girls. It can happen late for some guys."

"John." Blaine's mother said. "That's rather insensitive."

"How is it insensitive?"

"Well, for one thing, I'm gay," Blaine reminded him.

"I know you think you are…"

"Please stop it, dad."

Blaine's father held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. Blaine tried not to look at Kurt, not wanting to see the expression on his face. They finished their breakfast in silence, and then left for the beach.

Blaine was fuming with anger. "I can't believe him! Why is it such a problem for me to like guys instead of girls?"

Kurt didn't know what to say. He had known there was a good reason Blaine didn't want his dad to find out about their relationship, but it was still shocking to see it first hand. Kurt's dad would never have said something like that.

"Just one guy, though, right?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah." Blaine ran his hands through his hair, expressing his frustration. "I'm sorry you had to hear that."

"It's okay."

"No. It's really not. But I can't do anything to change it, except hope that he becomes less of an asshole as I get older."

Hearing that was more painful for Kurt than anything Blaine's dad had said. That Blaine could call his dad something like that showed how flawed their relationship was, and he suddenly understood why Blaine was so jealous of his bond with Burt.

Once they reached the sand, they realized that they'd forgotten to change into swimsuits in their haste to leave the house.

"We're incredibly smart," Kurt said. "and that is why we forgot to bring the most important thing for a day at the beach."

"We could go back," Blaine suggested.

"Nah. Let's just sit and talk or something."

"Do you think Katie and the others are here?" They looked around the beach, but it wasn't very busy. The remains of the bonfire were still apparent, however.

"You know…" Blaine said.

"What?" Kurt asked, bracing himself for one of Blaine's crazy ideas.

"We could just swim in our clothes."

"But then we'd be all wet and sticky and generally disgusting."

"It'll be fun!" It was clear that Blaine had already made up his mind. Kurt considered it.

"Would it make you happy?"

Blaine gave him the adorable puppy eyes that Kurt could never refuse. "It really, really would."

"Fine," Kurt said, sounding more annoyed than he actually was.

"Thank you!"

They left their shirts on the beach, and waded into the water. Thankfully, they'd both worn shorts; it would have been insane to wear anything warmer. It was already over eighty degrees, though the sun wasn't even halfway into the sky.

Kurt's shorts billowed around his legs. It was an unfamiliar sensation, since he would never have done something like this by himself.

"See?" Blaine said. "It's not so bad."

It wasn't, Kurt admitted to himself. He would never tell Blaine that though.

"It's going to take me ages to wash these shorts."

"Well, that's the price you pay, I guess."

"For what?"

Blaine didn't appear to have thought of anything clever to say to that. "Um…"

"Swimming with my sexy boyfriend?"

"If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy…" Blaine sang.

"Oh my God," Kurt said. "It's confirmed. You're certifiably… not insane… hmm…"

"Awesome? Amazing? Adorable? Possibly even… attractive?" Blaine waggled his eyebrows.

"What's with the A words?"

Blaine shrugged. "I like the letter A. It suits my mood."

"You're so weird," Kurt told him.

"But you love me anyway." Blaine smiled winningly.

"I'm beginning to reconsider that."

"No! I love you! Don't leeeaaave meeeeeeeeeeee!" Blaine dropped to his knees and grabbed Kurt's hand. This was made more difficult by the water, which splashed into Kurt's face and soaked Blaine's hair.

"Fine," Kurt laughed. "I love you. But you already knew that."

"Thank you!" Blaine sprang up and hugged him, almost knocking Kurt over. Kurt just smiled and resigned himself to having a boyfriend who was certifiably amazing.

After about an hour of swimming, Kurt was beginning to get tired of humoring Blaine. "Can we go and sit on the beach or something?"

Blaine pouted.

"C'mon, we've been swimming for hours. Hey! There's James!" He'd spotted the brown haired boy heading towards them.

"Hi!"

"Where are the others?" Kurt asked.

"They'll be here soon. Their parents don't let them out until they're completely covered in sunscreen and bug repellent."

Kurt smiled. His dad was exactly the same, but Kurt didn't really mind. He burned easily.

The rest of them arrived soon enough, and Blaine asked if they had any particular plans.

"Nah, we usually just lie around and do nothing." Anna said.

"We could make a sandcastle!" Katie said excitedly.

"Aren't we a little old for that?" Harry asked.

"Nobody is too old for sandcastles," Katie said seriously.

"I agree with Katie," Blaine said in the same tone. He struggled to keep a straight face, but failed miserably. "This is going to be epic."

"I think you're forgetting something," Kurt said.

"What?"

"We don't actually have any shovels, or buckets, or sandcastle making equipment of any kind."

"We have hands, don't we?" Blaine said.

"Yes…"

"So we'll make drip castles!"

"Drip castles?" Kurt said, raising an eyebrow.

"You've never made drip castles." Blaine was shocked.

"Seriously, what are they?"

"I can't believe this! Drip castles are my childhood!" Blaine cried.

"It's okay," Anna said. "We can teach him how."

Kurt had fun making the drip castles, and that was how they spent the the rest of the morning. At around midday, he and Blaine said goodbye to the others and went back to the house for lunch.

"You okay?" Kurt asked Blaine.

"I'm fine."

It was much cooler inside the house.

"Hi!" Blaine said, seeing his mother on the couch.

She jumped and turned to look at them. "Sorry. I was just thinking."

"Okay..." Blaine said. His mother was rarely caught off guard. "What were you thinking about?"

"You, I guess."

He was a little worried now. "Did I do something wrong?"

Kurt was looking concerned. "Yeah, I'm sorry. We didn't mean to stay out so late last night."

"No, that's fine. I just wanted to say... Blaine... You know I accept you, right?"

Blaine was surprised. He knew his mother cared about him. After all, she was the one who had suggested that he go to Dalton after the bullying he'd received at his old school. But she had never told him outright that she was okay with him being gay.

"Sure, mom."

"I mean... if there's anything you wanted to tell me, I'm always here to listen." She was looking from Blaine to Kurt, and Blaine suddenly realized that she knew.

"Thanks, mom. There is something I've wanted to tell you, actually." He looked at Kurt, and Kurt smiled at him, trusting that he'd do the right thing. "Kurt and I... we're in love. We love each other." He took Kurt's hand and squeezed it, letting him know that it would be okay.

Mrs Anderson nodded, her suspicions confirmed. "I'm glad you told me. I'm happy for you, Blaine. And you, Kurt," she said. "But... maybe not tell your father just yet, is that all right?"

"That's fine." Blaine smiled in relief, feeling the warm glow of something he'd been missing for a while. Acceptance.