Tropical Kisses 4

Kurt woke the next morning to find Blaine's side of the bed empty. He stretched as he sat up and got out of bed, noting it was nine, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he walked towards the kitchen. He heard Blaine whistling as he made his way over to lean on the counter. He saw Blaine cutting up some fresh fruit they'd bought and there were croissants set out on the table.
"Morning," Kurt said with a smile, "You made breakfast?"
"Oh, morning!" Blaine said happily, "You just looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you."
"The fruit looks delicious," Kurt commented, eyeing the mango Blaine had just sliced into. He seemed to notice and lifted a piece of the fruit to Kurt's lips.
"Mm," Kurt groaned as he took it.
"Good?"
"Very," Kurt said, snatching another piece from the cutting board. Blaine chuckled and placed it in a bowl before placing the bowl on the table. He pulled out a chair for Kurt before sitting down himself. They prepared their croissants in a peaceful silence, both taking a bite and making sounds of approval. Kurt noticed how windy it was that morning. "I don't think we'll be going to the beach today, hey?"
"Nah," Blaine said with a shrug, "I thought maybe we'd go for a drive down to the Kilauea Lighthouse. Maybe even go and take a look at the dry caves just past Hanalei?"
Kurt nodded, having no real idea where Hanalei was. "Sure."
Blaine laughed, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "The dry caves are as far as you can go on the right side of the island."
Kurt nodded again and took another bite of his breakfast. They continued to chat as they ate, Blaine teasing Kurt about the state of his hair and Kurt pointing out that his could rival an afro.
After breakfast they both hopped in the shower, Blaine washing Kurt's hair and Kurt washing Blaine's, before getting dressed. Amazingly enough Kurt skipped his usual hair care.
"With the wind on this island, it'll be like having a blow dryer." Was all he said before walking out the door and towards their car. They drove with the top down, Kurt making Blaine stop at every "senic stop" they encountered so he could take pictures. They took a few "couple-y" pictures with the ocean in view behind them, and Kurt got some amazing shots of the water splashing off the rocks. Blaine pointed out a rock that looked like the one from the Little Mermaid, which made Kurt giggle.
When they reached the lighthouse and looked out over the rocky waters, the waves bigger than usual because of the more intense wind, Kurt was speechless. He looked out over the water with wide eyes and a huge smile. They had gotten out of the car to see the lighthouse from afar before driving down to the actual site. The mountain on their right had hundreds of white birds perching on it. After a moment Blaine nudged Kurt back into the car and they drove down to the parking lot. Blaine paid the $10 for them to get in and then they started the walk up to the lighthouse. Sadly, it was under construction so they could only view it from a distance, but it was amazing none the less. They explored for a bit longer before going back to their car and heading towards Hanalei. They stopped at about a dozen more senic spots before they reached the end of the road.
"It just ends?" Kurt asked doubtfully.
"Yeah. There's a twelve mile hike you can take to the other side of the island, it gets out near Waimea, but it's awfully long and I don't think either of us would enjoy it."
Kurt nodded, watching as Blaine stopped in front of a cave filled with water. "Dry caves?"
"The dry cave is down the way," Blaine said, "This is just pretty."
They parked right outside of the cave and walked inside. The water was black and the cave was seemingly endless. Kurt snapped a couple pictures before they hopped back into the car and headed down the road for a little while before reaching the dry cave. Blaine had to park just past the stream, meaning they'd have to walk through it.
"Blaine these are new shoes!" Kurt complained as he locked up the car, "I can't believe I have to get them wet."
"Here," Blaine said, crouching down a bit, "I'll give you a piggy back ride across, okay?"
Kurt giggled, but hopped onto his back. He pressed kisses along Blaine's neck as they walked, whispering little nothings into his hear. "Love, you have to stop doing that or I'm going to drop you."
Kurt laughed again, pressing one more kiss to his spine before resting his head on Blaine's shoulder. Once they reached the cave, Blaine lightly put him down. "You coming?" He asked, starting to walk inside.
"Yeah, I just wanna take a picture first," Kurt told him. Once he had snapped his pictures, Blaine was already in the far end of the cave. Kurt looked around and saw that it was almost empty, and he started to tiptoe over to him. When he was less than a foot away from him, Kurt ran and jumped onto Blaine's back, causing him to scream and nearly fall over.
"Jesus Christ all mighty, Kurt, you're going to give me a heart attack."
"Don't be silly, you're too young for that."
They explored the cave for a while longer; Blaine going as far as he could go while Kurt refused to crouch down. He said it was because of his clothes, but Blaine had a feeling he was just scared. It was kind of cute. Blaine gave Kurt another piggy back ride across the little stream before they started the drive back to Kapa'a. Kurt fell asleep on the way, not waking until they were back at their condo. Blaine told Kurt to get into something nice, but comfortable, as they were going out for dinner. He refused to tell Kurt where they were going until they arrived at The Beach House.
The waiter led them to a table at the window, where they could watch the surfers and the sunset. Kurt ordered a non-alcoholic Pina Colada and the crab cakes, while Blaine ordered a virgin Chi-Chi and the catch of the day. They talked about the trip so far as they ate, and Kurt mentioned how cool surfing looked. Blaine asked if he would ever want to try it and, to his amazement, Kurt said he would.
They ordered some sort of hot fudge cake for desert, and just as they were about to leave the waitress brought a Lai over for Kurt. It smelled fantastic, and he was amazed that it was real flowers. The drive home was mostly quiet, though they held hands over the centerpiece of the car. They toppled into their apartment, stripped, and fell into bed. Kurt knew that this was their alone time and they should be taking—ahem—advantage of that, but the days have just wiped him out so far. Maybe tomorrow, was his last thought before drifting off to sleep.