Summer was always Kurt's favorite time of year. He liked the heat (except the sweating) and the sun, and now the new tradition of he and Blaine's trip to Cape Cod to stay in Blaine's aunt's beach house while she was on vacation in Alaska. Kurt was laying on the beach on his stomach in more of a lazy state than actually sleeping. He basked in the warmth that he knew would only be around for another month or so. He suddenly felt a cold, drippy slap on his lower back and sat up startled. He turned to see Blaine doubled over in laughter, now squatting next to him. Kurt reached under him and pulled a giant glob of seaweed out from under his body, clearly what had hit him in the back. "What was that for?" Kurt asked, shoving Blaine so that he lost his balance and was now sitting in the sand next to Kurt.
"Because you're not being fun," Blaine replied.
"I'm sunning myself," Kurt said sadly. Blaine gave him a look.
"Kurt, if you sun yourself anymore you are going to burn redder than a lobster," Blaine said, standing. He then put his hand out to hoist Kurt to his feet. Kurt pondered this for a moment and then shrugged.
"Even though I'm wearing SPF 50, this is true," Kurt replied, taking Blaine's hand. "And plus, we have sun in Ohio and New York, but no ocean!" Blaine said enthusiastically, grabbing Kurt's hand. Kurt squeaked in shock as he was dragged towards the ocean. His squeaks became screams when the cold ocean water hit his body, but Blaine dragged him to where they were both about waist deep. It took Kurt a few minutes, but he got used to the cold water eventually. "This is nice," Kurt said, putting his arms around Blaine.
"I agree," Blaine said. Kurt didn't need the sun to be able to enjoy a day at the beach. He just needed Blaine.