They woke the next morning to discover they had both slept until quarter to eleven. They hadn't bothered to set an alarm, because at least one of them always ended up waking up with the roosters. Deciding that it was really too late to do much else, they packed up and headed for the beach. The drove down to one away from their condo, a fifteen minute drive at most. It was enclosed by a wall of volcanic rock that stopped the brutal waves that were crashing around from getting in. They set up their towels and stripped off their T-shirts before heading into the water. Blaine started to swim towards the middle, pausing only when he realized Kurt was still only waist-deep. He swam back slowly.
"I'm still getting used to the water, it's cold."
"Just dive in, Kurt. It's more painful if you draw it out." Kurt frowned at his suggesting, instead choosing to wade into the water. Blaine rolled his eyes and splashed him, causing Kurt to squeal loudly and dive at Blaine. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck from the back, and smirking thinking he won. But Blaine had other ideas and started to swim for the middle, Kurt kicking and screaming the whole way.
"Blaine no! I don't want to go out there!" Kurt wailed, "Let me go!"
So Blaine did, and since he wasn't expecting it, Kurt went under. He was in shock for a moment, and his first thought was to hurry to the surface. But then he decided that a bit of revenge would be good, so he stayed under.
Blaine was laughing as he waited for Kurt to come up to the surface, sputtering and annoyed. He knew that Kurt wouldn't actually be mad at him, after all. After twenty seconds, Kurt was still underwater. Blaine began to panic.
"Kurt?" He tried, but didn't receive a response. He was about to dive under for him when Kurt came exploding through the surface. He let out a long sigh of relief. "Don't you dare do that to me again, love."
"Aw, were you scared?" Kurt joked.
Blaine gave him his most serious expression, "Yes, I was. I thought you were drowning or something."
"I'm sorry," Kurt apologized, "I didn't know it'd actually worry you."
"Of course you would, silly," Blaine said, pulling him towards him, "I love you and I couldn't bear to loose you."
Kurt leaned in for a kiss, which Blaine returned with vigour. They continued to kiss as they treaded water, before swimming over to the rock where they could stand. Out of no where an especially big wave drenched them both.
They spent the remainder of the day lounging about the beach and swimming. They saw a few fish and Blaine named one Pudge. If it weren't for Kurt telling him otherwise, he probably would've tried to feed him a peanut butter sandwich.
Blaine cooked lobster they had bought on the barbeque provided, and Kurt made potatoes and a delicious non alcoholic Chi-Chi. They had some of the mango ice cream they bought and then fell into bed, both a bit sore from the amount of sun they got, and completely exhausted despite how late they slept in.