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"I'm gonna soak up the sun."
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rockstarwarblerWho: Blaine Hummel-Anderson and open if anyone wants to interrupt him
Where: The beach near the bungalows
Time of Day: Just before sunset
Open or Closed: Open
The sun was preparing to set on the island, and for the first time since arriving, Blaine found himself tentatively setting foot out on the beach for a little bit of fresh air. Since reuniting with his beautiful husband, they had pretty much gone underground together and Blaine forgot anyone else in the world but Kurt existed. Now Kurt was fast asleep inside the bungalow, even snoring softly with told Blaine he was exhausted and finally fallen into a deep sleep after watching Blaine like a hawk without much rest. Kurt seemed to finally relax peacefully, sprawled on the bed and out like a light. Blaine had laid with him for probably a good hour before he had to get up and use the bathroom. He was about to go straight back to bed with Kurt and stay there with him until they needed to have a meal, but instead, he had explored a little around the bungalow, trying to get a feel for things here.
It was all starting to sink in a little now. This was an island, and it was some strange place not home. But Kurt was alive here and he wasn't hurt, so it made it easier for Blaine to adjust. As long as Kurt was there, he could filter little bits and pieces into his mind. And now, he had the balls to venture out on the beach. But only after finding a large photo album that must have been Kurt's filled with numerous pictures of their past. Blaine had flicked through it for a little bit before he grabbed a towel from the airing rack and took the album outside. He had hovered on the balcony for a bit and then finally stepped down onto the sand and went a few paces from the bungalow before smoothing the towel on the sand.
Instead of getting to the album straight away, though, he just sat on the towel with his knees drawn up watching the water lap on the shore with the sun setting in the distance beyond. It was so warm, and he buried his toes into the sand. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there lost in deep thought now, still wrapping his head around everything he had just gone through.
Where: The beach near the bungalows
Time of Day: Just before sunset
Open or Closed: Open
The sun was preparing to set on the island, and for the first time since arriving, Blaine found himself tentatively setting foot out on the beach for a little bit of fresh air. Since reuniting with his beautiful husband, they had pretty much gone underground together and Blaine forgot anyone else in the world but Kurt existed. Now Kurt was fast asleep inside the bungalow, even snoring softly with told Blaine he was exhausted and finally fallen into a deep sleep after watching Blaine like a hawk without much rest. Kurt seemed to finally relax peacefully, sprawled on the bed and out like a light. Blaine had laid with him for probably a good hour before he had to get up and use the bathroom. He was about to go straight back to bed with Kurt and stay there with him until they needed to have a meal, but instead, he had explored a little around the bungalow, trying to get a feel for things here.
It was all starting to sink in a little now. This was an island, and it was some strange place not home. But Kurt was alive here and he wasn't hurt, so it made it easier for Blaine to adjust. As long as Kurt was there, he could filter little bits and pieces into his mind. And now, he had the balls to venture out on the beach. But only after finding a large photo album that must have been Kurt's filled with numerous pictures of their past. Blaine had flicked through it for a little bit before he grabbed a towel from the airing rack and took the album outside. He had hovered on the balcony for a bit and then finally stepped down onto the sand and went a few paces from the bungalow before smoothing the towel on the sand.
Instead of getting to the album straight away, though, he just sat on the towel with his knees drawn up watching the water lap on the shore with the sun setting in the distance beyond. It was so warm, and he buried his toes into the sand. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there lost in deep thought now, still wrapping his head around everything he had just gone through.
justbeingaqueenWho: Kurt Hummel-Anderson and Blaine Hummel-Anderson
Where: Kurt and Quinn's (and now Blaine's) bungalow
Time of Day: A little while after THIS
Open or Closed: Closed
Despite being angry at them all, Kurt agreed to let Puck carry Blaine to the bungalow. As much as Kurt wanted to do that on his own, he didn't have the physical strength for it where Puck did. Everyone had followed along, but as soon as Blaine was safely delivered to the other bungalow, everyone made themselves scarce. The first thing Kurt did was help Blaine take a small bath, just to wash away all the stress since his arrival. From what he could tell, Blaine wouldn't have been in any condition to bathe and the way Blaine's head had rested against Kurt's arm while Kurt washed his hair, Kurt knew he enjoyed it. They didn't talk much beyond Blaine answering Kurt's soft questions about changing into his pyjamas, and then agreed to a cup of tea with some toast just to get something in his stomach. They both could do with that, so Kurt made them enough for both, his mind still reeling that Blaine was actually here.
But now Blaine was propped up in Kurt's bed - no, their bed - resting against a mound of pillows and covered in the light blankets conducive to the island heat. Blaine didn't seem to be feeling the heat, though, wanting the covers over him for the moment. Blaine was watching Kurt when he came into the room to sit down on the bed beside him. "How are you feeling, baby?" Kurt asked him softly and then gently dabbed some hemp oil lip balm on Blaine's dry and chapped lips for him. "We've got a lot to talk about, but not if you're still not feeling well. There's a glass of water here or a glass of orange juice if you feel like that. Tissues if you need them, or some moist towelettes if you want to freshen up. It gets hot and humid here. I can always turn the airconditioning up, or put a fan on."
He recapped the lip balm and put the little jar on the nightstand. After that, he gently took Blaine's hand and entwined their fingers, a soft sigh escaping him when that familiar warmth of touch seemed to take over him completely. "I missed you so much," he finally told Blaine in a whisper, the words hitching around a fight not to start crying again.
Where: Kurt and Quinn's (and now Blaine's) bungalow
Time of Day: A little while after THIS
Open or Closed: Closed
Despite being angry at them all, Kurt agreed to let Puck carry Blaine to the bungalow. As much as Kurt wanted to do that on his own, he didn't have the physical strength for it where Puck did. Everyone had followed along, but as soon as Blaine was safely delivered to the other bungalow, everyone made themselves scarce. The first thing Kurt did was help Blaine take a small bath, just to wash away all the stress since his arrival. From what he could tell, Blaine wouldn't have been in any condition to bathe and the way Blaine's head had rested against Kurt's arm while Kurt washed his hair, Kurt knew he enjoyed it. They didn't talk much beyond Blaine answering Kurt's soft questions about changing into his pyjamas, and then agreed to a cup of tea with some toast just to get something in his stomach. They both could do with that, so Kurt made them enough for both, his mind still reeling that Blaine was actually here.
But now Blaine was propped up in Kurt's bed - no, their bed - resting against a mound of pillows and covered in the light blankets conducive to the island heat. Blaine didn't seem to be feeling the heat, though, wanting the covers over him for the moment. Blaine was watching Kurt when he came into the room to sit down on the bed beside him. "How are you feeling, baby?" Kurt asked him softly and then gently dabbed some hemp oil lip balm on Blaine's dry and chapped lips for him. "We've got a lot to talk about, but not if you're still not feeling well. There's a glass of water here or a glass of orange juice if you feel like that. Tissues if you need them, or some moist towelettes if you want to freshen up. It gets hot and humid here. I can always turn the airconditioning up, or put a fan on."
He recapped the lip balm and put the little jar on the nightstand. After that, he gently took Blaine's hand and entwined their fingers, a soft sigh escaping him when that familiar warmth of touch seemed to take over him completely. "I missed you so much," he finally told Blaine in a whisper, the words hitching around a fight not to start crying again.
rockstarwarblerWho: Blaine Anderson, Noah Puckerman, Mike Chang, Kurt Hummel and Quinn Fabray
What: A whole new world
Where: Mike and Puck's Bungalow
When: About 24 hours after Blaine's arrival
The first thing Blaine was aware of when he woke up was that he was sore. All over sore, from head to toe. He was lying still, but it still had a thrumming ache throughout his body and he shifted, turning his head to the side a little with a soft mumbled moan as his consciousness of his body began to return. Hell, what was wrong? Was he sick? Hungover? There was a heavy awareness that he had a full bladder too, but he was too groggy and not quite with it enough to do anything about it yet. He got his eyes open to squinted cracks, but that was all he could manage at first.
He tried to move a little bit more, pushing at the blankets over his feet when that felt heavy and hot too. Hot. That's what he felt. Like he was burning up and overheating. It gave him the mental kick to work on shoving the covers down away from his face and he sucked in a quick, groggy breath as he rubbed at his eye with the heel of his palm. He felt like he had a really, really bad nightmare, but nothing was really joining up in his head yet. He wasn't aware it was because of the strong sedatives. He wasn't aware he was on a strange island in Puck's bed. He was sure of much else beyond his basic sensations right now.
"K... Kurt?" he mumbled thickly and got his eyes open just a little more to try and look around to see where he was.
What: A whole new world
Where: Mike and Puck's Bungalow
When: About 24 hours after Blaine's arrival
The first thing Blaine was aware of when he woke up was that he was sore. All over sore, from head to toe. He was lying still, but it still had a thrumming ache throughout his body and he shifted, turning his head to the side a little with a soft mumbled moan as his consciousness of his body began to return. Hell, what was wrong? Was he sick? Hungover? There was a heavy awareness that he had a full bladder too, but he was too groggy and not quite with it enough to do anything about it yet. He got his eyes open to squinted cracks, but that was all he could manage at first.
He tried to move a little bit more, pushing at the blankets over his feet when that felt heavy and hot too. Hot. That's what he felt. Like he was burning up and overheating. It gave him the mental kick to work on shoving the covers down away from his face and he sucked in a quick, groggy breath as he rubbed at his eye with the heel of his palm. He felt like he had a really, really bad nightmare, but nothing was really joining up in his head yet. He wasn't aware it was because of the strong sedatives. He wasn't aware he was on a strange island in Puck's bed. He was sure of much else beyond his basic sensations right now.
"K... Kurt?" he mumbled thickly and got his eyes open just a little more to try and look around to see where he was.
rockstarwarblerWho: Blaine Hummel-Anderson, Noah Puckerman and eventually Mike Chang
Where: The Beach, further along from the main strip
Time of Day: Around 5pm
Open or Closed: Closed for now
It was the happiest day of Blaine's life.
Bar none. There wasn't a single time in his life he could remember ever feeling this ecstatic, and he couldn't stop smiling. His faced ached, because a smile had been stuck on his face ever since he woke up that morning and he had been bouncing off the walls ever since. Kurt Hummel was his husband, and there wasn't a thing that could make life more perfect, as far as Blaine was concerned. The wedding had been beautiful. Absolute perfection. Kurt wouldn't have settled for anything less. Walden in Aurora was the only venue Kurt would consider in Ohio, and it had been booked for over a year for their special day of August 8th. Kurt had been in his element arranging that wedding. He did it all, right down to designing their suits, the invitations, and made every single wedding favour himself. They had stayed the few days before the wedding at the Walden Inn, just relaxing together and enjoying everything about the fact they were about to get married. Kurt had it all planned like a military operation, so that late in the proceedings, there had been nothing left to do but chill and enjoy every single last moment of it.
Of course, they hadn't spent the night before their wedding together. Blaine shared a room with his Best Man, Puck, and Kurt shared another with Quinn, Mercedes, Santana, Tina, and Rachel... a sleepover reminiscent of their many back in high school with lots of giggling and squealing over the fact Kurt was finally going to marry Blaine, the love of his life, and things couldn't be more perfect. There had been lots of cuddles and happy tears, and teasing Kurt about his upcoming wedding night. It had probably been the best sleepover they ever had, and everyone went into the wedding day on cloud nine, more than ready to see their two favourite gay guys tie the knot. That morning, Kurt and Blaine got up extremely early and took the first flight out of Ohio to New York City. They legally got married at a quickie ceremony at City Hall, and were on the next plane back to Ohio for their family ceremony and reception in Ohio surrounded by family and friends. There was no other way they wanted to do it, and the timing of it all had gone off without a single hitch.
( The entire day and into the evening was the epitome of wedding perfection... )
Where: The Beach, further along from the main strip
Time of Day: Around 5pm
Open or Closed: Closed for now
It was the happiest day of Blaine's life.
Bar none. There wasn't a single time in his life he could remember ever feeling this ecstatic, and he couldn't stop smiling. His faced ached, because a smile had been stuck on his face ever since he woke up that morning and he had been bouncing off the walls ever since. Kurt Hummel was his husband, and there wasn't a thing that could make life more perfect, as far as Blaine was concerned. The wedding had been beautiful. Absolute perfection. Kurt wouldn't have settled for anything less. Walden in Aurora was the only venue Kurt would consider in Ohio, and it had been booked for over a year for their special day of August 8th. Kurt had been in his element arranging that wedding. He did it all, right down to designing their suits, the invitations, and made every single wedding favour himself. They had stayed the few days before the wedding at the Walden Inn, just relaxing together and enjoying everything about the fact they were about to get married. Kurt had it all planned like a military operation, so that late in the proceedings, there had been nothing left to do but chill and enjoy every single last moment of it.
Of course, they hadn't spent the night before their wedding together. Blaine shared a room with his Best Man, Puck, and Kurt shared another with Quinn, Mercedes, Santana, Tina, and Rachel... a sleepover reminiscent of their many back in high school with lots of giggling and squealing over the fact Kurt was finally going to marry Blaine, the love of his life, and things couldn't be more perfect. There had been lots of cuddles and happy tears, and teasing Kurt about his upcoming wedding night. It had probably been the best sleepover they ever had, and everyone went into the wedding day on cloud nine, more than ready to see their two favourite gay guys tie the knot. That morning, Kurt and Blaine got up extremely early and took the first flight out of Ohio to New York City. They legally got married at a quickie ceremony at City Hall, and were on the next plane back to Ohio for their family ceremony and reception in Ohio surrounded by family and friends. There was no other way they wanted to do it, and the timing of it all had gone off without a single hitch.
( The entire day and into the evening was the epitome of wedding perfection... )