As the sun creeps higher and higher into the sky Rachel and Kurt wander further and further underneath the gigantic umbrellas set up on the beach.

Santana rolls her eyes behind her sunglasses as she gathers her long ebony hair into a bun at the base of her neck. Skin already shining with a bronzed glow that perfectly contrasts with her coral bikini.

"Remind me again why you two agreed to a summer spent at the beach if you plan on spending prime sunbathing hours huddled together underneath the umbrellas?"

Rachel barely mutters out a soft the sounds of the ocean relaxes me before the fashion design student beside her practically squawks out his reply.

"I wasn't letting you two run off with Blaine all summer long!!  I know she can convince him to do anything with just a pout and bat of her eyelashes."

Brown eyes go wide as a flush not caused by the heat creeps up the petite diva's cheeks.

"I'm not like that Kurtie, I swear."

Santana shrugs as she seems the aforementioned dapper male leisurely making his way down to the beach from their rental home.

"I'm not sure Berry can convince him of EVERYTHING, Porcelain. But those two might stand a chance it seems."

Blue eyes and brown alike follow the motion of Santana's hand just in time to see Blaine, clad in blue striped swim trunks and pink sunglasses bounding gleefully across the sand.  A smiling brunette boy and giggling blonde skipping after him.

"What in the..... why is he ALWAYS collecting strays?!"

Kurt fumes from his spot under the umbrella as Blaine joyfully sprints their way, two other boys in tow.

Blaine's sunny smile radiates off of him as he plops down next to where Kurt is sitting on the giant aquamarine striped beach blanket.

"Kurtsie!!   I hope you don't mind.  These guys are at the condo next to ours and Jeffy here mentioned he's taking dance as a minor elective at Harvard.  And I told him me and Maria were doing West Side Story again and they were looking for dancers. And then....."

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Sebastian shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another as he waits for Clarington and Harwood to join him on the beach.  Completely regretting his decision to forgo flip flops as the heat from the sand starts to burn the soles of his feet.  They're really starting to take too long.

"Fuck it," he mumbles to no one in particular as he pads down the beach to an open chair, small bag in hand.

"If they're not going to hurry I'll just read instead for a while."

Reclining in the beach chair he pulls out a well worn copy of  Hugo's 'Les Miserables' (naturally in the original French) and just enjoys the sun's rays for a while.  Imagining he were back home in the French Riviera.

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"So when Hunt said 'boy's spring break trip before grad' I couldn't just leave my Nicky-poo behind.  I don't care if he's in the fraternity or not. I said he was coming. And of course Bassy doesn't care, he and Nicky take some English courses or something like that together. So they're like friends and stuff...."

Kurt, Blaine and Rachel all nod along as Jeff rattles on. Nick sitting serenely at his side. That is until Santana's voice speaks up.

"As fascinating as this all is Blondie, you're harshing my tan. So you and your pretty boy toy can either hush up or like bring me grapes and fan me with palm fronds."

Nick opens his mouth to respond when she holds a hand up, continuing again.

"I says hush Bambi. Unless..... you can tell me who THAT is. Because, Damn. Wanky!"

All of their gazes follow her motions as a tanned arm points towards a figure reclining on a beach chair with their nose in a book.

Nick's coy smile is back on his face as he turns to face them.

"That ones easy, you little Latina Minx, that's Seb!"

(So this update only took me over a year. Oops.)