A/N: Funny story... I hit my friend in the face with a shoe today. It was an accident I swear (I was aiming for her stomach but since I have rubbish aim it was a bit off) but yeah... that happened. As well as the craziness that are my friends it was a relatively normal day.
Sorry I'm bad at updating, school just started for me again so it's a bit crazy right now with starting GCSEs and clubs starting up again. But nevertheless I promise to try uploading at least reasonably regularly!
Anyway, enjoy the chapter :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee; if I did there'd be a hell of a lot more Klaine, Brittana and Lord Tubbington.
Kurt and his friends got off of the plane, Santana pushing past people while Rachel scolded her, and ventured around the foreign airport until they found the luggage deport and started tracking down their suitcases. After ten minutes of hauling suitcases off of the conveyer belt there was only one left to find and it belonged to-
"Bitch that's mine!" Kurt turned to see Santana instigating a tug of war over a purple suitcase with a startled Spanish girl.
"Lamentable pero no hablo cualquier Inglés!" The girl shrieked. By now many people were gathering around the fighting pair, looking on in awe and confusion as they screamed at each other.
"Entienda este entonces: ¡Consiga sus manos lejos de mi maleta antes de que yo le decapite!" Santana yelled back and with a final tug the suitcase was in her hands and the girl was sent sprawling onto the ground. The fiery Latina marched back to her friends with a triumphant smile on her face, her face red from the fight and her eyes glowing like an inferno.
"Sanny violence is never the answer" Brit murmured as she curled a strand of hair around her finger. Kurt fought not to laugh at the expression of disbelief on Santana's face a she blushed and struggled to find something to respond with.
"The mini-bus that's taking us to the hotel should be outside by now" Rachel said, her eyes on her watch. "So we should go" Kurt nodded in agreement, and started walking in the direction he supposed the exit was in.
"I swear it's meant to be here..." Mercedes said, trailing off as she stared at where queues of people were gathering to get their passports checked.
"Yeah it- 'Cedes! Look!" Kurt hissed, staring at a group of people across the room. There were five in all and all but one had their backs to them but the boy who didn't was one they recognised. Mercedes looked around for what her friend was talking about until her gaze eventually landed on what he was staring at and she froze similarly to Kurt.
"What are you two talking about?" Rachel said loudly, so loudly in fact that several people in the close vicinity turned around to find the source of the loud voice, including-
"Small world isn't it?"
"...I'd have to agree with that" Kurt replied after a moment's hesitation as Jeff strode over to them, eyeing the members of the group he hadn't met with polite curiosity.
"Kurt who's this?" Rachel asked, her eyes already gleaming in a way Kurt found quite worrying.
"This is Jeff, me and Mercedes met him at the airport. Jeff, these are Brittany and Rachel oh and this is Santana; don't worry she doesn't bite... I think" Santana glowered at Jeff who seemed to shrink under her gaze as he took a subtle step back.
"It's nice to meet you girls" Jeff glanced over his shoulder at one of his friends, an Asian boy with a stern face, who was now looking at the group curiously.
"As much as I'd love to stay and talk I really need to go, so take this and one of you text me later" He fumbled around in his jacket pocket for a minute before pulling out a card with a phone number on it and pushing it into Mercedes hand. Kurt gazed at the other group of friends as Jeff rejoined them, and in the midst of five heads he swore he saw a familiar hair gel coated one but they disappeared round the corner so fast he couldn't be sure.
"So, you tapping that Hummel?" Santana asked as they finally found the exit and Rachel started looking around for who was picking them up.
"No! A) He has a boyfriend and b) he's not my type so get your mind out of the gutter Satan!" Kurt said heatedly, his face blushing a furious red. Santana smirked, unconvinced.
"Whatever you say. In other news 'looks like Hobbit's found our ride" she nods at Rachel who was waving excitedly at them as she gestured at a bored looking mini-bus driver. They walked over to the over-enthusiastic brunet, confirmed the driver was in fact theirs and climbed into the vehicle.
As the mini-bus pulled out of the airport car park Kurt watched the scenery flashed past through the window. What he saw was a lot of palm trees, under-dressed civilians usually equipped with sunglasses and small, wooden houses that made up for their size in their homey appearances.
After fifteen minutes on the road the driver pulled the vehicle up in front of a massive, whitewashed hotel that towered over them impressively. Doormen stood by the doors, prim and proper in their uniforms, while maids bustled about in the hotel's many rooms and the accompanying balconies. Even Santana and Rachel were speechless by the hotel's splendour as the driver handed them their luggage and drove off. Not even the humid heat could take away from the magnificence of the building.
"Well we'd better check in" Rachel said in a more subdued voice than usual. When the others agreed, they walked towards the doors and before they were in a metre's distance the doormen opened the double-doors with a flourish and smiled them through into the hotel lobby which, if it was possible, was even more impressive than the outside. The first thing that hit Kurt was the relieving sensation of air conditioned air flowing over his warm and slightly sweaty skin. The next sensation was that of a tropical floral smell; the source of which was the flower arrangements on every surface. But the flowers failed in comparison to the spotless, squishy sofas with a flat screen TV and snack bar on the other side of the massive room. Paintings and elaborately patterned rugs were dotted across the walls and polished floors. The lobby's atmosphere was relaxed as guests from all over the world milled about on the sofas, chatting with their friends/family and playing card games.
Kurt nodded appreciatively at the interior decor of the hotel as Rachel went to get their room keys from the woman behind the main desk near the door.
"My daddies really outdid themselves didn't they?" She said proudly when she returned, two white cards that worked as keys to their suites in her hand. "But anyway: our two rooms are on the seventh floor down the left corridor; 5 and 6G. It's suggested we take the elevators; something I'd have to agree with since we're tired enough as it is"
"She doesn't act like it" Kurt muttered to Mercedes who flashed a quick grin in return as they stepped inside one of the sleek elevators.
"So it's me, Mercedes and Kurt in one room and you and Brittany in the other?" Rachel checked with Santana who nodded curtly in response.
"A room all to yourselves; I wander what you'll get up to..." Kurt whispered in the Latina's ear as the elevator doors opened and the others moved out onto the seventh floor. Her eyes flashing with anger, she turned to retort but Brittany pulled her out of the elevator by her hand before she could.
"Come on Sanny I wanna see our room!" She yelled excitedly, snatching one of the cards out of Rachel's hand and darting down the corridor, dragging Santana after her.
"I guess we've got 5G then" Rachel said. The trio walked down the left corridor from the lift down a hallway with red carpeting and floral wallpaper until they reached the shiny, wooden door with a golden 5G in the middle of it. Rachel scanned the card in and then pulled on the door-handle, revealing the friends' suite.
"This truly is the best birthday present ever" she whispered shakily.
The room they now stood in was twice the size of Kurt's bedroom at home. It was equipped with a large TV against one wall, a similar sofa to the ones in the lobby facing it, along with an armchair. A shiny, mahogany coffee table was placed in the gap between the sofa and TV; on top of the table were several brochures and room service menus. Two doors led off to the bedroom with triplet beds and the en suite bathroom where everything was blue and gleaming French windows led out to a balcony which overlooked a breathtaking view of the Caribbean Sea as well as other aspects of the hotel like the tennis courts and golf course. The whole suite was air conditioned and tastefully decorated with more paintings and flowers, along with chocolates on the pillows and free little bottles of conditioners, shampoos and shower gels.
"Remind me to tell your dads I love them, Rach" Mercedes grinned as she took a flying leap at the sofa. A knock on the door announced Brittany's arrival.
"Hey guys, do you like your room? I love ours!" She said happily. "Yours is pretty too though"
"Where's Santana?" Rachel asked.
"Having a shower; I don't think airport air agrees with her" Brittany replied solemnly.
"Well, you go unpack Brit and we'll come find you after we've had some sleep, sometime tomorrow" Kurt said with a smile.
"Okay then!" With a wave at them all Brittany skipped out of the room and closed the door softly behind her. As soon as the excitable girl was gone it was as if all the enthusiasm for the hotel sapped out of the remaining teenagers and they all started yawning and feeling the urge to lie down on their comfy looking beds for a day's worth of a sleep.
"I-I'm going to go sleep" Kurt said through a yawn. The girls sleepily agreed with him so, feeling the weight of the day's activities on their shoulders, the group unpacked their pyjamas and toothbrushes, got changed and then slipped into their respective beds; Kurt by the window, Rachel in the middle and Mercedes closest to the door.
"I don't even care that we'll probably wake up at dawn tomorrow; I mean I heard about jet-lag but this is just..." Rachel's half-hearted rant trailed off into soft snoozes as she and the others let the softness of the beds and their achy limbs take control and send them into blissful slumber.
"Kurt wake up!" Said boy groaned as Rachel's Berry voice filled his ears and interrupted his dreams of an afternoon on a golden beach with an attractive boyfriend and a cocktail.
"For god's sake what is it Rachel?" Kurt grumbled. He opened his eyes to see a slightly sleepy but nonetheless smiling Rachel looking down at him, fully dressed and armed with a bag filled with a towel, swimsuit, sun cream and a book.
"You're going to come with me to find the pool" She replied in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Are you mad? It's not even light outside!"
"Ah, that's where you're wrong Kurt; the curtains are just closed so it seems that way."
"Rachel go away; I want to sleep!" Kurt burrowed his head under his pillow, scowling as Rachel climbed on the bed and started tugging the duvet off the bed.
"I'm sorry but we both know that Mercedes sleeps like a log and I need someone to go swimming with! It's almost eleven in the morning Kurt, you've slept for over twelve hours and now it's time to get up!" Despite his protests Rachel managed to coax Kurt out of bed and into suitable swimwear before leaving a note for Mercedes explaining where they went and picking up their room's card from the coffee table.
"If I get bags under my eyes you're paying for concealer" Kurt muttered darkly as he was shoved out of the suite and down the hall towards the elevator.
"Oh stop complaining, you'll be thanking me when you've got a six pack by the end of this summer" Rachel retorted. She pressed the ground floor button before finding a sign directing them to the pool in the lobby. His friend's remark about a six pack made Kurt blush; a perfect body was one of the appearance-wise aspects he was looking for in a future boyfriend, but considering his nonexistent dating history he felt he'd be grateful to get one at all.
"Wow that's a big pool!" Rachel exclaimed as she set her bag down on a sun lounger and Kurt followed suit. The hotel swimming pool was twice the size of the local one in Lima and shaped like a giant peanut. It had a Jacuzzi section and a pool for little kids to the right of it with floaties and inflatable toys.
Despite the late morning and pleasant weather the pool area wasn't full and was occupied by only a few families and half a dozen couples while another dozen or so people swam and played in the pool.
"Can you put some sun cream on my back?" Rachel asked.
"Of course miss Rachel; if you'd only return the favour" Kurt replied, pulling out the bottle and squeezing out a blob into the palm of his hand. After both friends were lightly covered in sun cream they climbed into the pool via the ladder closest to them and started swimming. The water was pleasantly warm whilst the pool was busy but not so busy that Kurt had to struggle to complete laps since people were in his way.
After a while he lost track of the number of guests occupying the pool and relaxed, swimming and having an occasional chat with Rachel about what they were going to do in the coming days. They both wanted to venture around the market stalls in nearby villages and were sure the others would be up for it too, but there were differences of opinions of what they should do as well. For example Mercedes had hinted that she wanted to go jet-skiing in the sea while Kurt knew that Rachel found the prospect terrifying due to her irrational fear of sharks (a fear which wasn't very widely known) and he wasn't too thrilled with the idea of spending hours in the sun with no chance to top up his sun cream, therefore making the risk of getting sunburnt very high.
Kurt was pulled out of his debate of whether or not he'd go jet-skiing by the sound of a click.
"Rachel what on earth are you doing?"
"Making memories I can look back on when I'm thirty and famous!" Rachel replied happily, now sitting on the edge of the pool with her camera in her hands. "Now pose!"
Although he sighed and rolled his eyes Kurt obliged and put his hand on his hip in a very diva-ish way before sticking his tongue out and making his eyes go cross-eyed.
A moment before the picture was taken there was a loud splash from behind as a tidal wave of water washed over Kurt and, surprised, he lost his balance and slipped under the surface of the water. He turned around; squinting in the cloud of bubbles that met him, to see what had caused such a disturbance in the water and was met by a pair of shining hazel eyes staring straight back. As the bubbles floated to the surface Kurt was able to see the owner of the eyes; a short teenage boy around his age with curly, dark hair and tanned skin who was now smiling at Kurt through the water.
When Kurt smiled timidly back the other waved at him, his grin broadening. All of this happened in the space of ten seconds before the need to breathe became great enough that both boys swam to the surface to get the much needed air into their lungs.
"I'm really sorry about the tidal wave!" The hazel-eyed boy said, smiling sheepishly at Kurt. Now that they were standing in the waist-deep water Kurt noticed, as a flush coloured his cheeks, that the boy actually had quite a nice body with toned arms and stomach, and was wearing pink and blue flowery swimming trunks. Kurt was so distracted staring at him that he hadn't noticed the other was blushing too.
"It-its fine" he finally managed to reply, albeit breathlessly. "Um, I..." Kurt was at a loss at what he was supposed to say now; Thanks for the view? What's your name? Strangely enough he didn't think either of those would be quite right. "I wasn't looking where I was going" Kurt finally said lamely, trying to ignore the fact he wasn't actually moving in the first place. But if the boy noticed he didn't say anything.
"Right" He grinned "Well I've got to go find my friends but it was nice meeting you. Maybe I'll see you around?" Kurt convinced himself the boy's slightly hopeful tone of voice was all in his head as he nodded, smiled weakly and watched helplessly as the most attractive male he'd ever seen swam away back to a group of boys at the other end of the pool.
"What was that?" Rachel whispered, staring down the pool appreciatively.
"No idea" Kurt replied, dazed. But if he didn't know better he'd think that his holiday had just gotten a lot more interesting.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Did anyone notice the slight reference to Harry Potter in the group's rooms' floor? Let me know if you did and what the reference is :D
Next chapter (or the one after I'm not sure yet) is going to be including a mash-up I made myself as well as a bit of rivalry between the show choirs.
Thanks again for all reading and all the alerts it's really appreciated :)