Yes it is I, queen of puns… who got really sunburnt. From walking to the bus station. The duration of that walk was about twenty minutes… and here I am, red-shouldered and aching. Sigh.
Here Comes the Sun(burn)
Blaine knocks on the bathroom door. "Kurt, come on, please! I need to shower, I'm sticky and gross."
"You should've thought about it when you offered to go to the beach."
Blaine groans. "Kurt. Please. What's this all about anyway?"
"Nothing. I'm not coming out of this bathroom for the next week so you can go shower at Artie's if you like."
"Kuuuuuurt!" He whines. His skin itches from the sand and the salt and he's dying for a shower. "I'll hide your McQueen shirt."
"You wouldn't dare," comes the unconvinced response.
Blaine huffs. "No sex for a week."
"I didn't expect sex while I'm hiding here for a week."
"Fine," he says, and smirks. "I'll just leave, then…"
"No, wait- fuck! Ow, son of a-"
Blaine flings the door open without thinking about it, and oh, damn. Kurt's standing with his foot on the toilet seat cover, examining it. His entire back it glowing red, and where the towel is sliding down his hips, Blaine can see the very sharp line of where his swimsuit was earlier.
Kurt looks up at him sheepishly. "Um."
"Are… okay?"
"Yeah, I just slammed my toe really hard against the counter." He looks at said counter like it ate the last of his favorite ice cream.
"And you're redder than the over ripe tomato in the fridge," Blaine adds.
"It's completely your fault! Everyone knows you're not supposed to be at the beach between ten and four! Skin cancer, Blaine. And wrinkles!" Kurt says angrily, setting his foot back on the ground.
"O... kay?"
He groans, then snatches a bottle from the counter and deposits it in Blaine's hand. "Can you please just put this on my back?"
Blaine looks at him for a second, looks at his crazy, red-skinned, pouting fiancé and smiles. He thanks every god that may exist for this boy, and oh well; he never stood a chance at Kurt's pleading pout.
"Right after I shower," says Blaine and kisses Kurt's nose, handing him the bottle of aloe-vera cream. He can see Kurt's face soften, until he's smiling back gently.
"Okay."
Blaine leans in and kisses him softly.
"I'm sorry I was mad, I just hate sunburns."
"It's okay.
"You really need a shower, though. You stink."
"I love you, too."