I'M SORRY! D:

I'm a terrible person for not updating for SO long. But things happened...and yeah...

BUT here is a fluffy chapter for you all. I have a plan! For the story I mean. =D There will be a few more fluffy chapters before some ANGST happens...maybe... ;)

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Blaine, along with his family, was staying with his grandparents for an entire month. Two weeks had already passed but to Blaine it felt like a couple of days and he was counting down with dread the day he would have to return back home in order to return to school. Was he just supposed to forget about Kurt? About the cove in which he had spent the majority of the last two weeks? The very idea made his chest clench painfully. He decided to make the most of every day he had left with the beautiful boy.

Which was why he was in despair when he woke up with a thick, grotty feeling in his throat and a pounding head. He loped ungracefully into the bathroom to try and make himself look as presentable as possible. It was to no avail, however, as he emerged from the bathroom to his mother's gasp and insistence that he returned to bed.

"But-" protested Blaine through his blocked nose.

"Go on, bed. I'll bring you some lemon tea." His mother stood there with hands on hips.

"It's just a cold," mumbled Blaine, pleadingly. "I'm fine. It's not as bad as it looks, I promise." His mother raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Well, have some water and then you can watch some TV or something."

Blaine agreed reluctantly, perhaps the water would help. At least enough to convince his mother he was well enough to go down to the beach... He gulped down the cold water that felt wonderful on his sore throat then blew his nose in an attempt to clear the passages.

"How do you feel now, sweetie?" asked his mother, laying a hand on his forehead as he sat at the kitchen table.

"Much better," replied Blaine, clearing his throat slightly.

"Would you like to watch a DVD?"

"Not really..." Blaine trailed off, wondering how best to persuade his mother. "You know, perhaps some fresh air will help."

"Oh?"

"You know, fresh, bracing, salty sea air? What could be better for a cold?" Blaine looked up with big, innocent eyes. His mother laughed and ruffled his hair fondly.

"What is it with you and that beach?" She smiled in amusement. "What will you do when we get home?"

"It's my favourite place in the world," replied Blaine seriously.

"Okay," said his mother eventually, "You can go. But come straight back if you feel worse, okay?"

"Yes, of course, mum," grinned Blaine, hugging her. "I'll be back for lunch."

"Take your mobile with you, just in case."

"Okay, okay." Blaine dug out his mobile from his room and stuffed it in his pocket. He left the house with an overly-cheery wave to his worried looking mother. As he trekked the short distance to the beach he desperately tried to put himself in a positive frame of mind, but he could not deny he still felt rather ill. He pulled his beanie hat down lower over his ears and crossed his arms over his coat clad chest. The chilly air was not helping his cold in the slightest, not that he would admit this to his mother.

He reached the cove, looking around hopefully before settling down on the rock to wait. He relaxed back against an upright rock and closed his eyes. Just to rest them. Drowsiness settled into his limbs and he found himself drifting off to sleep.

He was awoken by cold fingers gently stroking his cheek. Blaine didn't open eyes straight away, instead preferring to stay silent and feel the fingers on his skin. He heard quiet singing and couldn't help the smile on his lips. The fingers quickly retreated and Blaine frowned, missing their coolness against his aching head.

"You're awake," came the melodic voice. Blaine slowly opened his eyes.

"Yeah," he croaked. He coughed to clear his throat.

"You're sick," said Kurt quietly.

"Only a little bit," shrugged Blaine, smiling and looking into Kurt's blue eyes. Blaine suddenly realised how close Kurt was sitting to him. He was perched just next to Blaine with his face mere inches from Blaine's.

"Why did you come if you felt ill?" asked Kurt, not moving away.

"I wanted to see you," said Blaine without thinking, blushing slightly.

"You should not put your health in jeopardy for me," protested Kurt, but he was smiling nonetheless.

"Of course I should," laughed Blaine. "It's the best part of my day."

"It's the only part of your day as far as I can see," quipped Kurt.

"Not true...I have...lunch...and sleep..."

"So not much competition then," giggled Kurt.

"Are you kidding me? I love lunch time!" Blaine nudged, laughing until he started coughing.

"Are you alright?" asked Kurt in alarm as Blaine's hacking coughs didn't stop.

"F-fine."

"No you're not," muttered Kurt. He placed a cool hand on Blaine's forehead. "You're a lot warmer than usual." He looked at Blaine in concern before he suddenly lit up. "I have an idea, wait here." And he retreated into the sea, leaving Blaine on the rock. He closed his eyes to stop the light hurting his pounding head.

A couple of minutes later he heard a quiet splashing noise and then something wet and cool was being laid across his forehead. He opened his eyes in slight alarm, calming when he noticed it was just Kurt laying something on his head.

"What's that?" asked Blaine quietly.

"It's leaves from the gwirylla plant, only found in the coldest parts of the bedrock. But it will help soothe your head and cool you down," explained Kurt softly, trailing his fingers down Blaine's cheek as he finished placing the leaves on his forehead, before pulling his hand away.

"Thank you," said Blaine earnestly, staring right into Kurt's blue eyes as he smiled gratefully.

"You're welcome," murmured Kurt, hesitating before quickly leaning in a pressing a kiss to Blaine's temple.

"Well, now I'm sure to get better," grinned Blaine and Kurt ducked his head with a blush. The boy moved his body so he was parallel with Blaine, leaning back onto the rock.

"Can I hold your hand?" asked Kurt nervously, turning his head to look at Blaine.

"Yeah," replied Blaine with a happy smile, reaching his hand to twine it gently with Kurt's cold one.

"I've never held hands with anyone else before," mused Kurt. "It's nice."

Blaine pulled their joined hands up closer to his face, trailing his eyes over the markings spreading down Kurt's arms and spilling across his wrists and hands. His eyes followed the lean build of Kurt's arm, up his slender neck until they settled to staring into the sea blue eyes.

"What?" whispered Kurt, noticing Blaine's staring.

"You're beautiful," replied Blaine, not quite realising what he was saying until the words spilled out of his mouth. Kurt's mouth opened in a small 'o' and his eyes widened. "I..." started Blaine, wanting to turn away but finding himself captured by the boy's shining eyes.

"You..." Kurt stumbled his words.

"Sorry," muttered Blaine, biting his lip. "I...I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable..."

"No," Kurt shook his head. "No...it's just...did you mean it?"

"Yes."

"I...thank you," Kurt pressed his lips together, his eyes scrunching up slightly. "No one's ever said that before..."

"Well then they're all crazy," said Blaine with a smile. "You're beautiful Kurt." He lifted their entwined hands and placed a lingering kiss to Kurt's palm, looking into Kurt's wide, glistening eyes.


Sorry...not the most thrilling of chapters...but did you like it?

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