A Walk on the Beach || Kurt, Blaine, Hunter
Kitten was absolutely dreading this walk, or more accurate the talk that he knew was coming. Between the serious tone and the fact that Hunter was going along with them, it couldnāt mean anything good. Heād accepted the leash despite the fact he felt he had more than earned the right to be off it. Especially down at the beach. It wasnāt like he was going to try to run off or anything. Not after everything theyād been through.
Reluctantly he dragged his feet, barely keeping up with the two. That is until Blaine started talking. His mouth dropped open and a small squawk came out of his throat. āYouāre serious about that? I thought youād given up on it,ā he said plaintively. Nervously he looked between the two masters. Not the most agreeable was a fairly large understatement as far as Kitten was concerned but what got to him the most was the smile on Hunterās face. Warily, his eyes narrowed and he took a small step closer to Blaine and away from Hunter.
Of course, Kitten would choose this moment to be blunt as ever and forget all tact. Blaine quirked a half-amused, half-apologetic eyebrow at Hunter, hoping heād see the funny side. āNo,ā he said, his voice even and deliberately restrained, the sarcasm forcibly stripped from it. āHad we changed our plans, you would probably have heard something about it.ā He paused, to let that sink in with Kurt for a moment, and let his free hand rest on Hunterās lower back briefly as the sandy ground beneath them inclined. āIāll admit weāve had some delays. For one, Hunter - Master Claringtonās - family crisis.ā Blaine flinched slightly as he said it; the depression Hunter had fallen into after his fatherās death was still not an easy subject for them. āAnd recently Sebastianās been busy with his family and their financial affairs. But our plans are still the same. I was hoping you were using this time to get used to the idea.ā Instead of going into denial, he thought, but didnāt say.Ā āAnyway, you just heard him say he wants to let bygones be bygonesā¦ā
With a sigh, Blaine changed direction. Silently motioning for the two to follow him (not that Kurt had much of a choice) he turned and walked towards the water, toeing off his sandals as he went. He stopped once he got to the darker, wetter sand, with the waves occasionally lapping at his feet, cold and vaguely ticklish. āKitten,ā he said, finally, lifting Kurtās chin gently and looking him in the eye, āwhat is it thatās still bothering you? What are you so afraid of?ā As he spoke, his gaze slowly shifted to Hunter. āWe honestly want to know, so we can try to help.ā
Hunter wasn't at all surprised by Kitten's words or the way he shifted closer to his Master. The slave's hatred of him had been more than blatant--he vividly recalled the death threat--and while he would admit that he hadn't done much to change it, he couldn't help but roll his eyes a little in frustration, the smile dropping a little. Of course Blaine tried to keep things on track, and Hunter had to look deep inside his love for the other Master to not simply walk away then and there. He knew that his fiance was stuck between a rock and a hard place so to speak with them and he was doing his best to be the bigger man for him.Ā He moved down to the shore at Blaine's side, but shifted away a bit as the other Master addressed Kitten, doing his best to return Blaine's hopeful look.
