"Why did we think this was a good idea?" Kurt asked, swatting at a mosquito flying around his head.
"Because camping is fun and romantic," Blaine replied, out of breath. He was setting up the tent while Kurt was still surveying his surroundings, staring at all of the trees and scoffing at the dirt. "Can you gather wood for the fire?" Blaine asked.
"But Smokey the Bear says not to light a fire in the forest," Kurt said.
"This is a camp fire. Look, there's a circle right there," Blaine said, pointing to the fire circle not five feet from them.
Kurt sighed. "Fine." He went off into the campsite and collected an armful of wood.
"Okay, now get about ten more of those," Blaine said.
Moaning and complaining all the while, Kurt collected more fire wood.
Blaine built a beautiful fire and made a delicious dinner of macaroni and cheese.
"Blaine, this is so good!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Are you less grumpy now?" Blaine asked, laughing.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I just don't like the wilderness," he said.
"Well I'm here to save you from the dirt and the bugs," Blaine said, smiling. They sat outside until well after it was dark and then went into the tent. Blaine got into the bed he'd made on the air mattress right away but Kurt was hesitant.
"Are there bugs in there?" he asked.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Why would I let there be bugs in your bed?" he asked Kurt.
Kurt climbed into the bed with Blaine and Blaine cuddled up to him. "I just don't like bugs, or the outdoors, or the dirt," Kurt said. He stifled a big yawn.
"That's nice," Blaine replied, half awake.
"I mean, I like camping now I guess, but only because of you." He looked over at Blaine, who was now fast asleep. He smiled, his own fatigue setting in, and drifted to sleep, listening to the relaxing sounds of the wilderness.