"It's freezing," Kurt said. He pulled his coat closer to his body and slid himself closer to Blaine.
"I'm sorry, I thought this would be romantic," Blaine said.
"It's very romantic!" Kurt said, defensively. They were huddled together on the deck of a small tugboat that was touring Lake Erie. It was a rather blustery day and even though they were cuddled up for warmth under an overhang in plastic chairs, the ocean spray was still making them freezing cold.
"And if you look out to the left side of the boat, you can see the only lighthouse in the state of Ohio.
The about fifty old people who were on the boat rushed as fast as they could to where Kurt and Blaine were sitting, blocking their view. As the elderly people 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed over the lighthouse, Kurt and Blaine could barely see the tip of it over the crowd in front of them.
Kurt looked at Blaine and started laughing, and Blaine soon joined in.
"I'm sorry my date was such a bust," Blaine said.
"It wasn't a bust, it was adorable," Kurt replied, giving him a kiss.
"Excuse me, young men," one of the elderly women said to them.
Kurt turned a bright shade of crimson, thinking she was going to comment on their public affection.
She sat down in the chair next to Blaine and put her hand on Kurt's knee. "Count your blessings. I couldn't do that with my wife out like this for many, many, years," she said. She winked at them before standing and leaving.
Kurt and Blaine smiled at each other, until another high wave crashed up onto the side of the boat, spraying them. "Let's go inside, I'll buy the tea," Kurt said.
"Good idea," Blaine replied. They scampered inside, anxious for the warmth and relief.