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Blaine ran his finger over the page to smudge the pencil line he had just drawn. He held it up and took it in. It still wasn't quite right, but Blaine couldn't work out what he was doing wrong. Suddenly the door burst open and Blaine hurried to cover the drawing as his brother lumbered into the room.
"What'cha drawing?" asked Leo, falling onto his bed.
"Nothing," said Blaine hurriedly, stuffing the drawing into his sketchbook. Leo raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing.
"Will you come to town with me tomorrow?" he asked, kicking his shoes off and wriggling up the bed to rest his head on his pillow.
"What do you need in town?"
"I dunno, we don't have to go to town. I just think we should hang out or something," Leo shrugged, looking over at Blaine.
"I can't tomorrow. What about the day after?" suggested Blaine, not wanting his brother to get suspicious.
"Sure, why not tomorrow though?"
"Beach."
"Again? What's so special about it? It's way too cold to swim," argued Leo.
"Just...you know, peaceful and all that," said Blaine casually, fiddling with the edge of his sketchbook, smiling to himself.
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"Are there many of you?"
"Hmm?" The unusual pair were once again on the rocks, Blaine sitting cross-legged while Kurt leant against a larger rock, his tail shimmering in the frosty sunshine. He had once again tied the scarf round his waste, explaining how it had got in the way around his neck.
"Are there many of your kind, where you come from, I mean."
"A few," nodded Kurt. "There are different colonies throughout the sea, there are about a hundred mer people in the one I live in. You can tell which one someone is from by the colour of their markings." Kurt had become more talkative now, and the two fired questions at each other about their separate worlds.
"Mer people?" asked Blaine. "Is that what you're called?"
"Yes. Mer for short."
"When I first saw you I called you a mermaid..."
"That's not exactly true, 'mermaid' is an odd way to address a female mer person. I wasn't entirely sure why you called me that."
"Why didn't you correct me?" asked Blaine in confusion.
"I was sort of scared," admitted Kurt. "And you were nearly right. Where did you get the word from?"
"Our stories," explained Blaine. "Although, the mermaids are usually female. Sorry for calling you a girl."
"That's alright," Kurt giggled shyly. "Wouldn't be the first time." Blaine wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that but grinned along anyway.
"What do you eat?" asked Kurt curiously, cocking his head to one side.
"Oh...err...lots of different things..."
"What's your favourite?"
"Well, I really like pasta I guess. Pizza is nice, ooh! And chocolate!" Blaine exclaimed. Kurt smiled in amusement at Blaine's excitement.
"Chocolate?"
"Yeah! It's sweet. And when you bite into it it melts in your mouth and it's all smooth and tasty," sighed Blaine in happiness.
"It sounds weird..." Kurt said with uncertainty.
"I'll bring you some if I can," said Blaine eagerly.
"Okay, but then you have to try some of my food," decided Kurt.
"Ooh, do you eat like...fish and stuff?"
"Fish?" Kurt looked horrified. "I'm not a shark, Blaine!"
"Sorry!" Blaine held up his hands in surrender, chuckling slightly. "What do you eat then?"
"Mainly seaweed," said Kurt. Blaine looked down to the edge of the waves at the brown seaweed with wide eyes and drawn together eyebrows. Kurt took one look at Blaine's expression and full out laughed. Blaine watched as Kurt clutched his tummy and bent forwards as the guffaws shook his body. This was the first time Blaine had seen Kurt laugh so uncontrollably and he noticed that when Kurt laughed you couldn't see his teeth and Blaine found himself thinking this was adorable.
"Not that seaweed, although you should have seen your face!" Kurt calmed down, still grinning. Blaine smiled sheepishly. "We have nice stuff, where we live." Kurt gestured out to sea.
"Oh...awesome." Blaine noticed that the more they talked the less reserved Kurt was. At first he spoke timidly and quite formal, but now he was starting to use more informal language which made Blaine smile. It was so odd. He really was just like a normal teenage boy, aside from the obvious fact that he had a tail.
"How fast can you swim?" asked Blaine in wonder.
"Faster than you," smirked Kurt, eyeing Blaine's legs. "Can you even swim?"
"Yes!" said Blaine, with slight indignation. "Well, as well as anyone else my age...and human." Kurt still looked smug so Blaine said, "I'm pretty sure I can walk faster than you though."
"Technically I could walk if I wanted to," said Kurt, then seemed to realise what he said, "I mean..."
"What?" Blaine looked at Kurt with wide eyes. "You mean-"
"Can we please not talk about it?" interrupted Kurt, pleading Blaine to drop it.
"Sure," said Blaine quietly. "Sorry."
"It's alright." There was a tense silence before Blaine broke it with a light hearted question.
"So, what do you do for fun?" And Kurt started describing the delights of surfing currents and making jewellery from pretty shells and laces of thin seaweed. In return Blaine told him about his drawings, video games and playing guitar. Kurt was particularly interested in the last one.
"So it makes music?" asked Kurt, eyes widened with delight.
"Yeah, it has strings and you move your fingers around to make different sounds. It's nice to sing at the same time," explained Blaine.
"Singing?" This time Kurt's face was alight with excitement.
"Do you sing?" asked Blaine and Kurt nodded with a shy smile. "Will you sing me something?"
Kurt bit his lip and looked away, "Maybe another time."
"Promise?"
"Yes, yes I promise," said Kurt dismissively.
"Pinky swear?"
"...What?" Kurt stared at Blaine's outstretched pinky with confusion.
"Pinky swear! You put your little finger in mine and make a promise and you can't break it," said Blaine, sounding like a young child.
"What happens if I break it?" asked Kurt, still confused.
"Err...nothing...but you can't break it. It's just...really bad." This didn't seem to placate the other boy. "It's just a silly human thing, don't worry," said Blaine, shrugging and about to lower his finger with slight disappointment when he felt a cold finger entwine with his own. He looked down at his hand to see a pale pinky wrapped with his own.
"I promise I'll sing you a song," said Kurt seriously. Blaine grinned brilliantly and Kurt returned the smile.
"And I'll bring my guitar down next time and I can sing you some silly human songs," returned Blaine, squeezing Kurt's finger with his own. Just with that small contact Blaine felt thrills going through his body. He wondered what it would be like to hold the boy's hand, which lead to the thought of him kissing him and he immediately blushed, dropping Kurt's pinky.
"What's wrong?" asked Kurt.
"Nothing," replied Blaine, his cheeks still red.
"Why are you blushing?" Kurt smiled with amusement.
"No reason, really. I'm probably just cold or something," shrugged Blaine, not meeting Kurt in the eye.
"If you don't tell me I'll read your mind and find out," threatened Kurt and Blaine's head snapped up with wide eyes.
"You-you can read minds?" Blaine asked in horror.
Kurt laughed loudly, "No, but it was fun to see your face when I said it."
"That's not funny!" whined Blaine, pouting.
"Don't be silly, it's hilarious," smirked Kurt, breathing slightly heavily from laughing. He coughed slightly, his breath sounding wheezy.
"Are you alright?" asked Blaine in concern.
"Yes, I've just spent too long out of the water," explained Kurt. "It gets harder to breath after a while."
"Oh, uhm...maybe you should go back in the water?" suggested Blaine, not wanting to say goodbye.
"Stay here, I'll be right back," promised Kurt, sliding off the rock into the water with a graceful splash. He disappeared under the water, his fin flicking up behind him to splash a disgruntled Blaine. He reappeared a few meters into the water.
"That was mean!" Blaine called to him but Kurt just laughed. Kurt pulled himself from the waves, but didn't return to the rock. Instead he sat at the edge of the sea so the waves lapped around his tail.
"Come and join me," said Kurt, looking up at Blaine.
"My trousers will get wet," complained Blaine and Kurt just raised an eyebrow. "Okay, fine!" Blaine dropped down from the rock and walked ankle deep into the waves before sitting down next to Kurt.
"Jesus, it's cold!" yelped Blaine as the water seeped through his trousers. Kurt just laughed again. "Stop laughing at my human ways! Eugh, I'm all soggy."
"Stop complaining," scolded Kurt. "I got all dry for you, so now it's your turn."
"True..."
"Come swimming with me," said Kurt with excitement.
"Next time," said Blaine. "Then I can bring a change of clothes with me."
"Clothes are such silly things," giggled Kurt.
"Hey, you're wearing a scarf," pointed out Blaine, gesturing to the red material around Kurt's middle.
"But this is a fashion statement," said Kurt, with a roll of his eyes. Blaine wasn't sure how Kurt knew the phrase 'fashion statement' but had never heard of a book. Especially since he had never seen a scarf before Blaine had wrapped one round his injured arm. But Kurt surprised Blaine in many aspects and it was just one of the things Blaine found fascinating about the boy.
"Speaking of next time," remembered Blaine. "I won't be here tomorrow."
"Why?" asked Kurt, looking disappointed.
"I promised my brother I'd spend the day with him," explained Blaine. "Sorry."
"Okay...the day after?"
"I'll be here," grinned Blaine.
"Pinky swear?" said Kurt, holding out his smallest finger.
"Pinky swear," agreed Blaine with a chuckle, hooking his finger with Kurt's.
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