Kurt got out of the passenger seat of Blaine's car and inhaled the air. It smelled like salt and ice cream. Blaine's parents were nice enough to let Kurt and Blaine spend a week at their beach house in Rhode Island. Kurt loved the beach with all of his heart. It reminded him of when he would go on vacation with his mom when he was really young. "Kurt? You ready?" Blaine asked. Blaine was already holding two beach chairs, two towels, and a cooler full of food. Kurt snapped out of his daze.
"Yeah, let me help you," he said, taking some of the stuff. They paraded onto the beach and started looking for a spot to camp out for the day. "Hold on," Kurt said. Blaine stopped a little ahead of him and turned around to see Kurt kicking his sandals off. "I can't walk with my shoes on," Kurt said. Blaine laughed and they continued a few more yards until they found a nice, sunny spot. They set up their towels and chairs and sat down. Kurt stared out at the water for a while.
"Are you sure you're alright? You're kind of a space case today," Blaine asked.
"The beach reminds me of my mom," Kurt said.
"Did she love it here?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah she did. You know the bathroom at my house upstairs that's beach themed? She decorated that before she died. It was her favorite." Kurt was still staring out at the water.
"I know you miss her, Kurt, but she would want us to have fun," Blaine said taking his hand.
"You're right," Kurt said. "Want to go in the water?"
"Nah, I'm just going to sit here for a bit," Blaine said. Kurt grabbed his wrist and pulled him up.
"Last one in the water wears last season's fashions!" Kurt yelled, bolting towards the waves. Blaine laughed, not far behind.