Yeah, and his night's not getting more normal.

'What the actual fuck?' Kurt kept himself from yelling out loud as he watched Madison bolt back into the house, completely unsure of what just happened and more than a little mortified. It took until the lack of insulation or a shirt began to make him shiver before he realized he should probably go back inside.

Zipping up his tent, Kurt grunted as he felt his dick complain rather firmly to him. 'I am aware,' he shot back. 'Just give me a minute.' His cock had sort of always been trouble, even when he was still in school. Enough of a hint at some action, and it became all he could think about the rest of the day, often refusing to go down for insane periods of time if he didn't do something about it. Normally, this wasn't a huge problem. As Kurt stretched himself out on his air mattress inside the generously-sized tent he'd brought, his sculpted physique, piercing blue eyes, and meticulously-maintained hair lent credence to the expectation he had of being able to find a willing partner whenever he needed to.

'Awful, though?' He hadn't not been gunning for Madison, but she wasn't even the top of his list. He wasn't even laying groundwork, just having focused on catching up with an old friend and getting to know Heather's little swarm during the day. He had planned on getting a rough outline together after a good night's sleep, but that just didn't feel like it was happening. 'God, you're fragile.' The thought was bitter and untreated, going down poorly and not helping the prickly sensation running over his body. Kurt tried to push aside his ego, but given the absolute, unmitigated disasters that were his attempts at holding together a normal relationship, prowess was pretty much all he felt he had going for him.

His internal beatdown was interrupted by another series of bangs, these gentler, on the pole near the front of his tent. He groaned as he got up. 'I shouldn't be surprised, but that was a weird way to get my attention in the first place.'

However, when he slipped the flap aside again, he didn't see Madison, but Chloe. He had noted earlier she seemed kind of shy at the lake and probably had the least figured out about her. Why she was (well, she wasn't, but she couldn't know that) waking him up in the middle of the night was murky at best.

"Chloe, right?" he offered, trying to regain composure. To his credit, he did very quickly, motivated by nagging doubts in the back of his mind about his life and where he was going with it. "Sorry, I don't think we really spoke much earlier. You need something?"

"Yes, I do." The redhead was blushing slightly, all the clearer for her fair complexion, but she was standing with a confidence that Kurt found himself kind of respecting. As he looked her over, he noticed she was somehow wearing even more than earlier: some kind of winter coat that obscured practically all features below her neck. Well, besides her bare feet, but that had never been his particular fixation.

"Okay ... are you going to tell me what it is? Also, do you want to come in? It's way less cold once I zip this thing up, really good insulation."

"I'd like that, yeah," she answered, stepping past him. He shrugged and zipped up the tent, then turned around, stopping and freezing suddenly. Chloe's winter coat was discarded in the corner of the tent, revealing exactly what she had on beneath it: fucking nothing. Besides the shock of sudden nudity, he was having a hard time taking his attention away from her breasts, very much larger and firmer than he'd been expecting after she stayed bundled up all day. On top of that, her long, slender legs and her arms were both well-toned, clearly very into the sport she played, which he was desperately trying to remember to no avail. "You gonna' just stare all day or what?" The fury of her blushing increased as she spoke, but she simply placed her hands on her hips, clearly pushing past whatever reservations she had.

"Okay ... I ... I like to be very straightforward about this kind of thing, so here's hoping I don't shoot myself in the foot." He chose his words carefully, trying to make sure he didn't ruin this now while making sure it wasn't already pre-ruined for later. "Are you asking me to have sex with you?"

"No, Kurt, I'm asking you to fuck me. See, I hate other people seeing me in anything less than a turtleneck. Do you know what else I hate? That. I hate that. So much. And I want to get over it. But everyone here, if they said any bullshit about my body, I'd spend the rest of the day in my room, crying."

"But not me?"

"I don't really know you. I don't really care what you think of me, and if you're shitty about it, I know everyone but Heather better than you, and I'm pretty sure you're on thin ice with her already. So I figured it'd be a good place to start." The words brought back whispers of inadequacy and guilt, but Kurt shoved them down, not wanting to ruin what was very obviously a clear home run.

"That part, sure, basically a stranger, surrounded by supportive friends, yeah, but why do you want me to screw you? I'm not complaining, you're hot as all hell, but it's ... confusing."

"Well, I'm a virgin. I've never gotten farther with any boyfriend than pretty light groping. Some of that is them. But I know some of it is my hang-ups, and do you know what I don't want to have when I'm dating someone and serious about them and want to really open my whole self up to them? A lot of hang-ups. Heather said you're not a bad guy, but you're a player. Is that right or not?" Kurt noticed her body language getting less confident the stronger her voice seemed to get, clearly compensating for how uncomfortable she felt doing this, but refusing to back out now and have this be for nothing. Now that, he could understand. That, he could relate to.

"I don't like being tied down, if that's what you mean, yeah," he responded as honestly as he could, mind easing down at the tacit compliment he thought he sensed in that.

"Then I'm assuming you at least kind of know what you're doing, and I want you to show me what you know so it won't all be weird and scary when I need to know it. And if I get practice letting someone else see me any more naked than unusual, that's just a bonus."

"That's ... not nearly as crazy as I was expecting when I saw you get naked. What's in it for me, though? I mean, sex, obviously, but it sounds like I'm doing you two favors for one here."

"I know. And I'll appreciate that. But you can also do whatever you want to me. I mean, whatever. I'm telling you I want you to be my fucking sensei here, that means you're designing the syllabus. You don't own me, obviously, I'm not your whore, but I promise to do my level best to be every kind of slut you think it would be useful for me to have learned how to be." Kurt noted saying that made her shiver, and, he suspected, not in a bad way. Not that he could throw stones, having been at full-mast since Chloe took the coat off and resisting every animal urge to throw her down and take her up on that offer right this goddamn second.

"So I teach you about sex and let you get used to someone you don't know seeing you naked," he reasoned out loud, "and I get a steady supply of sex, vanilla and as weird as I can think of, for the rest of break? Am I reading you right?"

"That's the shape of it, yeah. In or out?" Chloe sounded completely unmoving and stern, but her legs were squirming, half from stress and half from the fact that she was starting to drip down her legs, the sheer, naked (forgive the pun) sexuality of this far more intense than anything she'd been willing to do in the past.