This chapter is fluff, wonderful fluff. It's important to the story, but it's still fluff. I've been mean to the boys lately and I thought I would let them have a nice time for a while. Actual plot in the next chapter.

A Dangerous Game

Chapter Eighteen: Seaside

The night after Rachel died, Kurt and Blaine returned to the cave they had almost drowned in. Kurt had been hesitant, due to the recent and horrible experiences connected to it. But Blaine had insisted that it would be the safest place to spend the night, and silently Kurt had to agree with that. The water had been drained out of it, faster than would have been possible naturally. It was the Games after all; everything was orchestrated.

The cave was so enclosed that starting a fire would have filled it with smoke, but that didn't matter because snuggling together under the blanket provided plenty of warmth. Kurt had redressed Blaine's wound, which had opened in the flood.

Blaine left for a few minutes when the projections started. "The second cannon shot belonged to Becky Jackson from District Five."

"She was still alive?"

Blaine shrugged, "She was hiding well." He sat next to Kurt and pulled the blanket back around their shoulders. He kissed Kurt's cheek, "You okay?"

Kurt shook his head, letting out a small sob. "No. I grew up with Rach, she was my best friend."

Blaine held him in his arms, gently running his fingers through Kurt's hair. "I understand."

Oh of course he does! Kurt suddenly felt horribly guilty. Blaine had lost his sister; he knew what Kurt was feeling. But he had stayed strong. For Kurt. So that he wouldn't be a liability to him.

And now Kurt had to do the same, because without each other they were nothing. "I love you," he whispered.

Blaine kissed his forehead, as that was what was immediately available. "I love you more than anything."

"There are only five of us left. There might not be many days left."

"I know," Blaine said quietly. He was completely aware that their time together was limited, because as much as he wanted to believe that they would both be allowed to go free, he knew it wasn't possible.

Kurt was silent for a few minutes then spoke up softly, "Tomorrow I want to head for the coast."

"The what?"

"The coast. Rachel told me that there is an ocean. I want to see it… before…" he trailed off. "I've never seen the ocean before."

"But when they show District Four every ye…"

"That isn't the same. I want to see the ocean. The real ocean, not pictures. Please Blaine?"

"Sounds nice."

Kurt smiled, "Thank you." He placed his head on Blaine's chest, careful to avoid his injury. He could hear Blaine's heart beating and it was wonderfully comforting.

"So where exactly are we going?" The sun was beating down on them.

Kurt, however, seemed to have adapted to the heat, although he was staying well hydrated to prevent getting heat exhaustion like he had the first day. He was making his way up a rocky hill as if he was a mountain goat, not making a single pebble fall out of place. "Keep up slowpoke! It can't be far now." He was following Rachel's directions and from the salty smell in the air, he knew that the seaside couldn't be far away now. An incredible sight met him when he reached the top of the hill. A field of clear blue was spread out before him. The sun was shining down on the water, coloring it gold in the early morning light. "Blaine, you have to see this."

The sea breeze was gently playing with Kurt's hair and he was silhouetted by the sun. He was gorgeous. "I see it, Kurt. You... er… it is beautiful."

Kurt looked back at him, laughing joyfully, "Race you there!" He darted off, skidding down the rocks without caring if he was being loud. The second he landed on the sand, he kicked off his shoes. The sand felt so good on his feet. Suddenly a weight pulled him to the ground. "Blaine!" he rolled over to face his attacker.

Blaine smiled at him, "What? You were winning!" He leaned forward, kissing Kurt.

Kurt closed his eyes in pleasure then realized that Blaine's lips were gone from his. "Hey where did you…? Blaine! Come back here!"

Blaine had taken the opportunity to run to the water and was already splashing around, a trail of his jacket and socks behind him on the sand. Kurt's heavy clothing joined the ones already covering the sand until he was only in his thin undershirt and pants, which he rolled up. He dove in the water, cool on his sun warmed skin. Sighing, he stretched out in the smooth wet sand, the water gently lapping over him.

Splash!

"Blaine!"

His lover grinned impishly at him. Kurt halfheartedly flicked a bit of water at him. Blaine winced as the water hit his face, "Oh come on! You can do better than that!"

Kurt raised a thin eyebrow, "Was that a challenge?"

"Maybe."

That began a water war that lasted for several minutes until both boys flopped out on the sand out of pure exhaustion. "This is incredible," Kurt stretched his feet, letting the sand run between his toes. He rolled over so to rest his chin on Blaine's chest, they had stripped their clothes, both claiming the reason to be that it was too warm, but both knowing that to not be the true reason. It was peaceful here, like their roof back in the Capitol. "You're incredible." Kurt placed his lips gently on Blaine's lips, kissing him tenderly.

They made love and basked in the sun and swam in the sea... everything was perfect...