29 March 2012 @ 03:59 pm
Fic: Boys of Summer {Part 3 of 3}  
Title Boys of Summer
Rating NC-17
Summary AU where Kurt and Blaine are childhood friends because each summer, their families stay in neighboring lake cabins. The summer the boys are sixteen, the Andersons don't show, but the next year when Kurt and Blaine see each other, they've grown up quite a bit. They quickly discover they might be a little bit in love with one another. Good thing they have a long summer ahead of them and plenty of firsts to figure out together.

Kurt was utterly mortified when Blaine had told him his brother had overheard their little phone chat. He was suddenly thankful for Finn and all of his awkward weirdness. Luckily, Blaine hadn't told him who he'd been on the phone with, and he'd left for home the next day. There was no way Kurt would have been able to keep a straight face around him.

A few nights later, it rained again, and Blaine stayed over for dinner, he and Kurt and Finn arguing over television choices afterwards. They finally settled on The Dark Knight, which didn't even matter because Kurt spent most of the movie watching Blaine watch the movie instead. Kurt wasn't even sure what they switched to after that, because he drifted off, waking up much, much later, alone on the couch with Blaine. The lights were off and Finn, Carole and his dad must have gone off to bed. He and Blaine normally didn't have sleepovers - growing up, they both liked their own beds far too much - which was why they couldn't in good conscience start having them now without raising suspicion. Still, Kurt had fallen asleep before at Blaine's cabin, and Blaine at Kurt's, so Kurt figured that was why no one decided to wake them.

Kurt sat up, trying to work out the kink in his neck, watching Blaine, who was curled up on the other end of the sofa, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. A few stray curls had fallen down over his forehead and his lips were just slightly parted, and Kurt really had to get up before he spent all night creeping on his boyfriend while he slept. He decided there was no way he was getting back to sleep quite yet, so he headed to the kitchen, turning on one of the small lanterns they had for light so he didn't wake up the whole house. The clock on the stove read after midnight, far too late for coffee, so Kurt got the milk jug from the fridge and a saucepan to heat it up in. He looked out the window, seeing that the rain had slowed to just a slight drizzle. He pulled at the sleeves of his sweater, as if that would actually do anything to warm him, and almost jumped out of his skin when he heard footsteps coming from behind him.

"Hey, I didn't mean to startle you," Blaine said around a yawn, rubbing at his face with his hand. "What time is it?"

"Twelve-nineteen," Kurt said, stirring the spices into the milk, suddenly glad he'd poured enough for two into the saucepan. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Do you see me complaining?" Blaine replied as he walked over to the cabinet to fetch two mugs. Kurt and Finn had already introduced warm milk to Blaine the first night Carole and Finn had arrived.

They stood in silence as the milk heated, Kurt finally pouring the milk into the mugs and asking Blaine, "Want to go out on the porch?"

Blaine nodded so Kurt switched off the lantern as they made their way to the front. They both sat down on the swinging bench hanging at the end of the porch, sipping their milk and watching the rain in silence. Blaine curled his body against Kurt's, resting his head on his shoulder. Kurt felt cozy and warm with Blaine at his side, despite the weather. They were both tired, the milk not helping, but Kurt could tell neither one of them wanted to waste the rare chance to be alone, even if only for a few minutes.

Before he knew it, Blaine had drained his mug and was setting it down on the floor. Kurt did the same, using his newly freed hand to wrap around Blaine in a sort of awkward hug. Blaine just sighed happily, leaning further into Kurt. "This is nice," Blaine said softly, his words muffled a little against Kurt's sweater. "Just sitting here with you. I miss just being with you, you know?"

Kurt did, because for all the time they were spending together, they weren't really together. Finn and Carole were leaving though the day after next, and as much as he loved his stepbrother and stepmother, he kind of couldn't wait.

"I do," Kurt said, dropping a kiss against Blaine's forehead. Once his lips touched Blaine's skin, though, it was as if something tugged tight inside of him. He tried to push it aside, even though it had been over a week since they'd even kissed, because he knew better. They were on his front porch for crying out loud. Blaine must have felt it too, though, because Blaine was tilting his head and craning his neck to face Kurt almost instantly.

"Please, Kurt," Blaine whispered, turning his whole body now so he was almost in Kurt's lap. "I just - I want to kiss you so bad."

Kurt was only human. How was he supposed to resist that? Kurt gripped Blaine's hips, guiding him until he really was in Kurt's lap, finally kissing him. Their kisses were a little frantic at first, because it had been forever, but they settled into a slower pace. Kurt wasn't kidding when he said he just wanted to kiss Blaine for hours on end and he wanted this to last as long as possible. Kurt ran a hand up Blaine's back, under his sweatshirt, Blaine's skin warm to his touch. Blaine shifted in Kurt's lap until his torso was pressed up against Kurt's, and Kurt could feel Blaine hard against his stomach. He groaned into Blaine's mouth, trailing his hand down to the swell of Blaine's ass and pulling Blaine closer to him still. Kurt's brain caught up with his body at that point, because they were still on the front porch, the bench swinging slightly with their movements, and they really should stop. Before he could formulate a plan for doing so, the porch light flipped on.

It took Blaine a moment to realize Kurt had stopped kissing him, opening his eyes and a look of horror washing over his face when he realized it. He jumped out of Kurt's lap just as Kurt's father opened the front door.

"Hi, Mr. Hummel," Blaine squeaked out, and Kurt cringed at how high-pitched Blaine's voice was. Not exactly the voice of someone innocent.

"Blaine," Burt said, looking mildly amused at the boys' discomfort. "It's almost one in the morning. I think it's time for you to go." Blaine scrambled to his feet, whispering text me just loud enough for Kurt to hear, and avoided Burt's eye as he left. "Kurt, come on inside."

The walk to the kitchen table seemed to take an eternity, and when they sat down, Kurt wasn't sure if he should say something or let his father speak first. Burt finally cleared his throat and said, "Want to explain to me what was going on out there?"

"Blaine was just -"

"In your lap and sucking your face?" Burt supplied, and Kurt just wanted to die.

Kurt's teeth worried at his bottom lip as he tried to collect his thoughts. "Blaine and I discovered we might have feelings for each other."

"I gathered that much. These feelings come about before or after you started making out on the front porch?"

"That's the first time we've done that," Kurt blurted out, hoping his dad wouldn't press him for further details. Technically it was the first time they'd made out - on the front porch at least. "So, definitely before. I - we love each other, Dad."

Burt let out a low whistle. "Well, I'll be damned."

"What?" Kurt asked, finally curious enough to look his dad straight in the eye.

"Carole asked me if you two were an item the first night she and Finn were here. I told her you were just friends." Burt raised an eyebrow at him. Oh.

"We - we didn't know how to tell you guys. We just recently figured out this is something we want. Longer than the summer." Kurt suddenly became very interested in the hem of his sweater. "I just - I think deep down, I've always known it was him, Dad. Which is crazy, I know, we're just seventeen -"

"It is crazy," Burt interjected, pointing a finger at Kurt. He sighed, resting his hand on the table. "But I have to keep telling myself, in a year you’ll be off to New York. You're both good kids. I've always considered Blaine part of our family, so maybe deep down, I've always known too." Burt sighed, meeting eyes with Kurt again. "Just, can we maybe not make out on the porch anymore?”

“Of course,” Kurt replied quickly. “I don’t – I don’t know what we were thinking. We weren’t, obviously.” The look of amusement appeared on Burt’s face once more, and Kurt needed to shut up. “It’s late. Do you think we can talk about this more tomorrow?” Kurt knew his face had been a bright shade of scarlet for the past few minutes, and he didn’t feel it going away any time soon in his father’s presence.

“Go on, go text Blaine and let him know you’re still alive,” Burt said waving his hands. “What?” he added at the look on Kurt’s face. “I’m smarter than you think. Also, this conversation isn’t over.”

The next morning proved that the conversation was not over. It was Finn’s last full day at the lake, so the boys had decided to pack a lunch and show Finn the far side of the lake. Kurt’s previous suspicions were confirmed because his dad was showing more interest than usual in their daily plans.

“You and Blaine going somewhere?” Burt asked when he appeared in the kitchen while Kurt was fixing lunch. He reached over him to grab two slices of bread for toast and he and Kurt exchanged a look.

“Yes,” Kurt replied tersely, stirring the mixing bowl he was holding a bit vigorously than he previously had been. “We’ll be back for dinner.”

Finn appeared in the doorway at that moment, still bleary eyed from sleep. “Take Finn with you,” Burt countered as he stuck the bread in the toaster.

“Finn is already coming,” Kurt replied, passing his stepbrother a bowl for cereal since Finn wasn’t quite moving fast enough yet. “Finn is leaving tomorrow though, are you going to insist that Blaine and I have a parent chaperone now?”

“I’m just saying, I sat through Brokeback Mountain. From what I can gather, something went down in that tent.” He shot Kurt a pointed look before gathering his toast and moving to the table with Finn.

“Dad!” Kurt exclaimed, dropping his utensils in the mixing bowl with a clatter. “I won’t sleep out in the woods, I’m not going to … have sex out there, just because I’m alone with Blaine.”

Kurt saw Finn’s eyes grow wide and heard him mutter, “What the hell happened after I went to sleep?”

Kurt returned his attention to the food. “I’m just saying, Dad, you could trust us a little.”

“I do trust you,” Burt said around a mouthful of toast. He swallowed before continuing. “I just – I’m your dad, it’s kind of my job to harass you a little about this. I do trust you guys, though.” Kurt turned to face his father and believed it in his eyes.

“Thanks, Dad,” Kurt said, his defenses coming down a little. “That means a lot, coming from you.”

“The second either of you give me any reason to not trust you though –“ Burt started and Kurt cut him off.

“Got it, Dad. “

Kurt filled Finn in as much as he could on the walk over to Blaine’s, and the first indication Blaine had told his parents was that Mrs. Anderson pulled him into a hug the second she saw him. Blaine shrugged his shoulders apologetically behind her. Kurt continued the stepbrother sanitized version of their get together once they left the Anderson’s cabin, Blaine interjecting every so often.

It was a gorgeous day, warm and sunny with a light breeze, and Finn and Blaine insisted on jumping in the lake the second they arrived at their destination. Kurt stayed on shore to organize the things they’d brought, laying out their blankets and towels and tuning to a local radio station on his phone. He figured that was easier than trying to find a Finn-approved playlist.

Blaine climbed out of the water to join him after a while, toweling off so he wasn’t dripping wet when he plopped down next to Kurt. He started singing along with the Don Henley song playing on the radio as he did. I can see you, your brown skin shining in the sun, you got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby.

“I hate to tell you this, Blaine, but my skin is pretty much the opposite of brown,” Kurt said with a chuckle. He leaned across the blanket to plant a kiss on Blaine’s lips, which were cool from being in the water.

“You could sing to me then,” Blaine pointed out with a grin, and Kurt just clucked his tongue at him before giving him another kiss instead. “Mmmm, on second thought, this is better, I think.” Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt’s waist, which he would normally protest because Blaine was cold and wet, but it felt kind of nice on his warm skin and Blaine’s mouth felt perfect against his.

“Uh, guys?” Kurt heard Finn say nervously after a while – he’d lost track of how long they’d actually been kissing. “Do you want – I could take a walk or something if you want some privacy.”

Kurt couldn’t help but start to laugh against Blaine’s lips and he shortly joined in. “No, it’s okay, Finn, you’d just get lost.” He rolled on his back, putting a good few inches between himself and Blaine. Kurt hadn’t been lying – he wasn’t about to get off with Blaine in the woods.

At least he wasn’t going to with his stepbrother within a five mile radius of the lake.



“We should go on a real date,” Blaine proposed a few days later, as they lay on the blanket, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. (They weren’t really going to get off in the woods – it wasn’t their plan, per se. They hadn’t gone further than kissing since Kurt’s family had left, but then Blaine suddenly found his hand down Kurt’s swim trunks and couldn’t resist rutting against Kurt’s thigh until they both came.)

“What, these lovely outings don’t count as dates for you?” Kurt teased, turning his body towards Blaine’s and jabbing a finger into Blaine’s chest. “I’m hurt, Blaine.”

“I’m serious!” Blaine protested with a laugh. “That shopping center with the movie theater is only, what, like thirty minutes away? I’m surprised you aren’t jumping at the chance to wear some of the nicer clothes you brought.”

Blaine had said the magic words. “Alright, dinner and a movie. Let’s do it.”

They drove Kurt’s Navigator into town the next night, after surprisingly supportive goodbyes from their parents (with reminders of their midnight curfew). The drive went by unexpectedly fast, and Blaine was still amazed at how easy it was to be around Kurt. Even if they weren’t talking, he just felt better breathing the same air. It had always been that way, he supposed, but more so after they got together.

There was a Breadstix in the movie theater shopping center, so they stopped there first, the conversation flowing as they ate. They talked mostly about the future, and college plans, and New York City – things they normally skirted the issue on before they’d figured out what they meant to each other.

They wandered over to the movie theater afterwards, perusing the titles together. The theater was so small, it didn’t have a lot of showings, and they’d just missed the start of anything that looked remotely interesting. The next showings wouldn’t start until hours later, and then they’d be pushing curfew by the time it got out and they drove all the way back to the cabins.

“We could call our parents and explain?” Blaine offered, scrunching his face up a little. “I mean, they could call the theater or look up times online to see we weren’t lying.”

“Or,” Kurt replied, a twinkle in his eye. “We could skip the movie all together.”

By the time they were in the backseat of Kurt’s Navigator, parked somewhere in the secluded woods, Blaine couldn’t even remember why he’d wanted to see a movie. “If some axe murderer comes to find us like those stupid horror movies, I’m going to be so mad at you,” Kurt panted against Blaine’s neck.

“This was your idea, but I’m okay with that,” Blaine replied, Kurt gasping underneath him as his lips made their way over to the shell of his ear. “You can hate me in the afterlife all you want.”

“No, it’s totally your fault,” Kurt countered, falling silent as Blaine pulled at his earlobe gently with his teeth.

“Hmm?” Blaine murmured when Kurt didn’t continue, and he felt Kurt shiver underneath him at his words.

“Your mouth – it’s so – distracting,” Kurt whined and Blaine wasn’t really sorry for that, so he told Kurt so. “Of course you’re not sorry. But it’s your fault because you wore these pants,” Kurt finally said, gripping Blaine’s ass and grinding them against one another. “You look amazing. Well, you always look amazing, but your ass looks really amazing tonight. I’m – I’m babbling, sorry.”

Ever since their phone sex adventure, Blaine had noticed an effort on Kurt’s part to be a bit more vocal, more specific. Blaine figured they should always have phone sex if that was the outcome. “I like it when you babble,” Blaine whispered hot in Kurt’s ear, grinning when Kurt bucked underneath him. “I think you like it when I do that, too.”

“I might,” Kurt gasped, his hips still seeking more friction. “But there are so many other important parts that need attention aside from my ears. I don’t want them to get greedy.”

“We can’t have that,” Blaine agreed, reaching down to clasp their hands together. “What do you want, Kurt?” Blaine murmured before kissing Kurt softer and sweeter than their previous banter would suggest, which was probably the reason for Kurt’s next question.

“Right now or in general?” Kurt whispered back before chasing Blaine’s lips with his. “Because, everything. I want everything with you, Blaine. Just maybe not now – not in the backseat of my car, but.”

“Yeah?” Blaine said, grinning widely and settling in between Kurt’s legs. He couldn’t even care that they got sidetracked from their original goal when Kurt was talking so openly and candidly with him. “I want everything with you too, Kurt. So much. Tell me – tell me what you want most of all.” He squeezed at Kurt’s hand where it was resting with Blaine’s in between their chests.

“Yeah?” Kurt asked, a little apprehensively, biting on his lip before looking Blaine straight in the eye. “I – I want you inside of me.”

Blaine momentarily stopped breathing.

Before Blaine found his words, Kurt was rambling again. “I mean, I’ve thought about it. A lot. And I don’t even have any basis for knowing if I’d like it or not, because I’ve never, you know, but god, Blaine –“

“You’ve never – by yourself?” Blaine finally asked, his voice coming out in an almost-growl and Kurt’s eyes growing wide with lust.

“No, have you?” Kurt asked, eyes growing even wider at the thought.

“Yeah,” Blaine breathed out. “Not – not a lot, and I could never really get the angle right, but yeah. I always figured it would be better with another person.”

“I’m another person,” Kurt said, still looking amazed that this discussion was even happening, or maybe just amazed he said something that corny, because that was usually Blaine’s forte.

“Exactly,” Blaine whined, pressing forward for another kiss. “Oh, there you are, I’ve been looking for you forever.”

“And I’ve been right here all along,” Kurt replied, and then the time for talking was over. Kurt surged forward, opening his mouth against Blaine’s for Blaine to slip his tongue into, whining at the sudden urgency felt between them.

It wasn’t long before Blaine was kissing down Kurt’s neck, worrying his fingers with the buttons of Kurt’s shirt (thankfully, he’d worn something with such easy access and as few layers as possible). Just as Blaine began to tease Kurt a little, kissing in circles around his nipple but not the spot he wanted, Kurt blurted out, “I’d let you do that tonight, you know. Your fingers. Inside of me.”

Blaine stopped what he was doing momentarily to look up at Kurt, to be sure. “I want you to do it, if you do. I – I threw lube in the glove box. Just in case. Just in case of anything, I didn’t plan this or whatever. Wet wipes too, since we have to drive home and all –“

Blaine cut off his rambling with a kiss. “You sure you weren’t a secret boy scout as a kid? You’re prepared for everything.”

“Hardly,” Kurt scoffed as Blaine climbed off him to retrieve the lube. Kurt leaned over to grab a blanket from the trunk, and he was so unintentionally prepared. It was adorable. “What – what would be easiest? Should I turn over?”

“Yes. No,” Blaine corrected, Kurt biting his lip to keep from grinning at Blaine’s flustered state. “I mean, it would probably be easier, but – I want to see your face.”

“Okay,” Kurt said, nodding and unbuttoning his pants, trying to shimmy them down his legs. “Is it – can you even see anything? Is it too dark?” The sun had set hours ago, and it was dark, darker than the nights in Blaine’s bedroom even, the trees surrounding them blocking some of the moonlight.

“I can see plenty,” Blaine replied, placing a kiss on Kurt’s thigh, causing him to jump a little at the sudden contact. “You sure –“

“Yes, Blaine Anderson, I am sure I want you to stick your fingers up my ass, please and thank you,” Kurt deadpanned, and it might have been dark, but Blaine could still see the blush creeping up Kurt’s chest to his face.

“Well, in that case,” Blaine replied with a smirk, leaning down to suck the tip of Kurt’s cock into his mouth, which wasn’t what Kurt was expecting at all.

Blaine,” he sputtered, “that’s not –“

Blaine pulled off quickly, his mouth making a popping sound that filled the car. “You need to relax, baby,” Blaine murmured against Kurt’s thigh. “Trust me.”

“Okay, okay,” Kurt said as he let out a shaky breath, leaning back further so his head was flat against the bench seat. Blaine could hear Kurt’s steady breathing above him become more and more ragged as he lazily sucked at his cock. He certainly didn’t want to get Kurt off yet – just turned on enough to calm his nerves a little.

“Blaine,” Kurt finally said, his voice barely a whisper, which Blaine took as a cue to continue. He grabbed the lube from the floor of the car and used way too much on his fingers, grateful for the blanket underneath them so he wasn’t messing up Kurt’s seats.

“Okay?” Blaine asked as he ran a lubed finger slowly down the crack of Kurt’s ass. He could see Kurt nod out of the corner of his eye, and grip the blanket with his right hand, and Blaine reached up to clasp his left hand with Kurt’s. Kurt squeezed his hand tight while Blaine’s other hand teased his entrance, one finger tracing wet circles around it.

“Okay,” Blaine repeated, kissing Kurt’s thigh where his own head was resting, as he pushed just the tip of his finger in slowly. He could feel Kurt’s muscles squeeze around him – god, Kurt was so tight, how would anything else ever fit – but before he could worry too much, he could feel the same muscles start to relax. “Are you – is it alright? Does it feel weird? Good?”

“Both,” Kurt said, laughing lightly, but his tone quickly turned darker. “You can – more.”

Blaine obliged, slowly pressing his finger in further until it bottomed out. He wished he could see better in the darkness, see how Kurt’s ass looked clenching down around his finger, but he figured he should be grateful for what he could see – Kurt’s dick straining hard against his stomach, tip glistening in the moonlight, the way his face was scrunched up in pleasure. Blaine began to move his finger, shallow thrusts at first and then long drags, until his finger was almost completely out before pushing back in. Kurt seemed to like that best, gasping each time Blaine’s finger entered him fully. “Think you can take another?”

“Yes, yes,” Kurt replied, squeezing Blaine’s free hand so tightly, he almost knocked him off balance. Blaine pulled out his finger, replacing one with two, the way Kurt’s muscles stretched tight around them making it hard for Blaine to ignore his own cock, straining hard against his jeans. He groaned against Kurt’s thigh as he worked his fingers in and out of Kurt, head snapping back to attention when he heard Kurt gasp, “Oh, oh god, Blaine, right there.”

“What’s it feel like baby, tell me.” Blaine had never been able to hit his own prostate the few times he’d done this solo, and god, he wanted Kurt to tell him.

“Pressure. Good pressure. So good, do it again, Blaine, please,” Kurt begged, and it took Blaine a few more tries for his fingers to hit Kurt just right again. He tried to perfect the angle, tried to drag his fingers slowly over Kurt’s prostate with each thrust, because each time he did, he was rewarded with gasps and moans and whines from Kurt. This might have been his favorite yet, watching Kurt fall to pieces under the touch of his fingers, a little bit more with every stroke.

“More, Blaine,” Kurt pleaded, and he almost cried out when Blaine removed his fingers to add more lube. “I – I’m so close,” he stammered, and Blaine could see his cock twitching involuntarily against his stomach. Blaine had fleeting thoughts of how it would feel if he were to suck Kurt off, fingers buried deep inside him. Something for another day, though, because Kurt was practically writhing underneath him.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll get you there, promise. I’ve got you.” Blaine eased three fingers in, and he barely had time to pull them back and thrust again before he could feel Kurt’s muscles squeezing around them and Kurt’s hand tightening in his. Kurt’s back arched as he came in thick, white streaks on his stomach, his eyelashes fluttering and his mouth perfectly round, gasping for air.

In that moment, Kurt was the most beautiful thing Blaine had ever seen.

Blaine slowly withdrew his fingers as Kurt came down, Kurt gasping at the sudden emptiness, and grabbed the packet of wet naps to wipe off his hand and the come off Kurt’s stomach. His own arousal was becoming even more difficult to ignore – he was just so hard, it almost hurt and his jeans were so tight and his hips were shaking uncontrollably. “Oh, Blaine,” Kurt said when he opened his eyes and realized, placing a hand on Blaine’s hip to steady him, but Blaine shook even harder under Kurt’s touch instead. “Come here.”

Kurt unbuttoned Blaine’s jeans, Blaine crying out with relief once Kurt pushed them halfway down his thighs along with his underwear. Kurt guided Blaine closer, so he could draw Blaine’s cock into his mouth, Blaine planting his hands against the fogged, cool glass window behind him for support. Blaine thought he was going to come the instant his dick was in Kurt’s mouth, from the way Kurt was looking up at him innocently from under his eyelashes as he wrapped his lips around it, but he managed to hold out for a few minutes, coming instead without warning when one of Kurt’s fingers slipped from where they were gripping his ass tightly, just barely grazing his entrance, and Kurt tried his best to swallow every last drop.



Kurt tried not to think about how the days he and Blaine had together kept slipping away every morning when he woke up. The summer had been wonderful, and he hated seeing it come to an end, but he knew their senior years were staring up in a few weeks. His senior year already proved to be amazing and now – now on top of everything else he had a boyfriend to share it with. Even though his boyfriend would be quite a ways away at another school – it just added a whole new layer of perfection.

It was a Friday, and they had less than a week left. Blaine’s parents were headed back to Westerville for the night. Every year, Mr. Anderson’s firm had a summer party and the Andersons usually went home the night it was held, but Blaine had convinced them they should all stay a few more days. Kurt wasn’t sure what he’d told them, but his parents would only be gone twenty-four hours and they’d be heading back for real the following Wednesday.

Kurt ate his cereal slowly that morning, trying to compile a mental list of things he and Blaine should do before the Andersons left, but his thoughts were interrupted by his father walking through the front door, arguing on the phone. From what Kurt could gather, something was messed up with the shop’s accounting. When he finally hung up the phone, the first words out of Kurt’s mouth were, “Dad. Breathe.” He wasn’t supposed to get worked up like that anymore.

“I know, Kurt,” Burt said with a sigh, taking off his baseball cap and tossing it on the table. “The whole month’s accounting work got screwed up. Which means I have to check last month’s too. I just – the first of the month is Monday, I gotta head back and fix it before then.”

“Okay,” Kurt said, returning to his cereal. “So are you going to head back tomorrow?”

“No, I’m going to head out in a bit. Sorry I’m taking the car, I know you and Blaine wanted to head into town for another date tonight, but maybe when I get back? Or you can take the Andersons’ car? I don’t know if I can get everything fixed today, I might come back Sunday or Monday. I still have too much to do around here to make you pack up and leave early.” Since it was likely the cabin would be empty until next June, Burt usually spent their last day making sure everything was in order so there wouldn’t be problems that winter.

Kurt hated to see his father so distraught – and he knew the next words out of his mouth wouldn’t help, but he had to tell him. Kurt didn’t want to give him a reason to not trust him and Blaine.

“Dad,” Kurt said calmly, interrupting Burt’s rambling. “The Andersons had to go to that party tonight. I think they already left for Westerville.”

Burt finally stopped short and looked at Kurt. “I – oh. That was tonight?”

Kurt nodded. “They’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. Look, Dad – I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I promise nothing bad will happen under your roof if Blaine and I are left …. unattended.” Kurt could feel the blush rising in his cheeks, but tried his best to ignore it.

Luckily, Burt ignored it too and just cleared his throat. “Good. I still trust you boys. You’ve done nothing to break that trust over the past few weeks.” The two sat in silence, Kurt finishing his cereal and Burt obviously deep in thought trying to figure out what to do. “Alright, I’m going to call and check with Blaine’s parents, but if they’re okay with it, I’m going to head back today. It’s just one night, like you said, they’ll be back tomorrow. And I know you boys won’t do anything stupid.” Kurt could feel his father’s pointed gaze on him as he walked over to clean out his cereal bowl in the sink.

“We won’t, Dad.” Kurt set the bowl on the drying rack and turned to face his father. “Can you give me an hour before you go? I want to run up to the store and grab some food, since you might be gone a few days. I didn’t want to buy too much last time since we’re leaving next week.”

Kurt waited until he arrived at the grocery store before texting Blaine. Someone, somewhere loves us. Tonight is going to be perfect. :)

By the time Kurt got back from the store, it was almost lunchtime, so he made a sandwich for his dad to eat before he got on the road, figuring he should make one for himself as well. He didn't want to seem too eager to get rid of Burt, so they ate lunch together, Kurt rambling about anything and everything in an attempt to calm his nerves. Kurt walked his dad out to the car, watching the Navigator down the pathway to the dirt road until he could no longer see it, and finally headed back inside, gathering everything he needed before heading to Blaine’s.

“Ta-da!” he announced when Blaine opened the door, thrusting grocery bags at him. “If we can’t go to Breadstix, Breadstix will just have to come to us.”

Blaine took the bags of food from Kurt and ushered him inside. “Is this really happening?” he asked, as if he hadn’t heard a word Kurt had said. “Is your dad really on his way to Lima?”

“Yes,” Kurt replied, wiggling his eyebrows at Blaine and readjusting the strap of the overnight bag on his shoulder. “He’s going to call when he gets to the shop in about two hours, so pick out a movie. I told him nothing bad would happen under his roof. Which is also why we’re at your cabin.”

They settled on Titanic, because it was long enough that if Burt didn’t call right when he got to Lima, they wouldn’t have to get antsy and pick another movie. Kurt must have seen it too many times, or perhaps Blaine’s couch was too comfy or Blaine was too comfy curled up against him, because his eyes began to droop not even an hour in. Kurt awoke with a start hours later when his phone began to ring.

Kurt’s conversation with his dad was brief, and being woken up probably worked in his favor – teenagers weren’t up to trouble when they were asleep, at least. Blaine must have fallen asleep too, his limbs heavy against Kurt’s, and it was so nice just to be near each other, to feel Blaine’s weight against him. “Check in complete?” Blaine asked, slow and lazy, as he wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist and nuzzled his face against the soft cotton of Kurt’s shirt.

“Mmmm,” Kurt hummed back, rubbing idly at Blaine’s shoulder blades and trying to ignore the flutter that had started in his stomach when Blaine’s arms wrapped around him. “I think I convinced him not to call every hour.”

They laid in silence for a while as the movie played in the background, the sound low enough for Kurt to block it out completely, only focused on the quiet sounds of Blaine’s breathing in tune with his own. He let his eyes slip shut again, because Blaine was just so solid and warm and cozy, but moments later, he felt Blaine shift and move closer until their faces were just inches apart. “Hello there,” Kurt said with a welcoming smile, craning his neck to give Blaine a quick kiss.

“Hi,” Blaine replied, smiling back at him before scrunching up his face a bit, as if he was trying to work something out in his head. “I – I can’t figure out the right way to say this, but I just wanted you to know – I have condoms. We don’t have to use them, but –“

Kurt cut off his ridiculous boyfriend’s ramblings with another kiss. “You’re the prepared one this time,” Kurt murmured against Blaine’s lips before kissing him again, this time deeper, more insistent. Kurt had condoms himself, tucked away in his bag – he hadn’t just wanted to go to the grocery store for food. He could share that tidbit with Blaine later.

“I’ve had them a while,” Blaine admitted when they broke, and was he blushing? “I mean, we’re just kind of out here in the middle of nowhere, you know? I didn’t – I didn’t want to not be prepared.”

Kurt finally opened his eyes fully, locking them with Blaine and nodding. “I didn’t think we’d have the chance before we left. I’m really, really glad we do.” He reached down to thread his fingers through Blaine’s, clasping their hands together.

“Me too,” Blaine agreed, placing a single kiss on Kurt’s knuckles where their hands were joined. “Do you want to go make dinner?” he asked, and Kurt cocked his head a bit to get his point across.

Kurt paused for a moment to think. The smart thing to do would be to make dinner first, since orgasms turned them both fairly useless, from previous experience. The fluttering in his stomach had grown, though, to a more persistent tug, and it was getting hard to ignore now that Kurt knew for sure what was to come.

“I’m suddenly not hungry,” Kurt replied, his voice so low the words barely registered as a whisper.

“Oh, good, me either,” Blaine breathed out, frantically kissing Kurt. “We’ll move in a bit – I just – I really want to kiss you some more first.”

Kurt was perfectly fine with that plan, especially when Blaine fisted his hand in Kurt’s hair, tilting his head back so his mouth was just the right angle for Blaine to slip his tongue in Kurt’s mouth. After a while, both of them trading frenzied kisses back and forth, Kurt practically ached with the slow burn that was building between them, and when Blaine accidentally bit down on Kurt’s bottom lip harder than he meant to, Kurt needed more. He was suddenly too hot in his own skin, let alone those clothes that surrounded it, and he whispered hot and heavy in Blaine’s ear as he pulled him down by his shirt, “Let’s go to your room.”



“You okay?” Blaine asked once they were in his room. “You’re a little … flushed. More than normal.” Blaine looked amused, like he knew he was the one to cause it and was proud of it.

"Fine,” Kurt replied, even though he could feel his cheeks heating up even more. “It’s just … a little warm in here. Maybe we could open a window?” It had nothing to do with the fact that he was about to have sex with his gorgeous boyfriend, his gorgeous boyfriend who’d just spent more than twenty minutes pulling at his hair and licking into his mouth. Nope.

He sat on the edge of the bed while Blaine cracked the window, unbuttoning the top button on his shirt. “You should take that off,” Blaine teased as he switched on the ceiling fan. “I’m just looking out for your comfort, here.”

Kurt wanted to reply that he knew Blaine was really just looking out for his own dick, but then Blaine was next to him, crowding his personal space and unbuttoning his own shirt. “So thoughtful,” he said instead, deciding to play along. He hooked a finger through Blaine’s belt loops and tugged until he was flush against the side of the bed, and Kurt could wrap his ankles around his knees.

“I try,” Blaine replied, shrugging off his shirt before turning his attention to Kurt’s. He stopped unbuttoning momentarily to place a kiss on Kurt’s newly-exposed collarbone. Kurt muttered, “You more than try,” into his hair and he could feel Blaine smile against his skin.

Kurt let his hands wander down to Blaine’s jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them to the floor. Blaine stepped out of them and told Kurt to make himself more comfortable while he went to retrieve what they needed from the bathroom. Kurt unbuttoned his own shorts, watching as Blaine walked away – because his boyfriend did have an amazing ass, and his dark, tight boxer briefs were leaving nothing to the imagination. He quickly shed the rest of his clothes when Blaine disappeared, climbing back into bed and lying against the pillows. Blaine must not have expected him to be fully naked when he returned, because once he turned the corner into the bedroom, he froze, eyes fixated on Kurt.

“Blaine, come over here,” Kurt said after a few moments of silent staring.

Blaine crawled into bed, tossing the lube and condoms aside and kneeling in front of Kurt. “Sorry, it’s just – we don’t get many opportunities to look, you know?”

Kurt hummed in agreement, sitting up to toy with the waistband of Blaine’s underwear. “You can look all you want,” Kurt said, tugging them down his thighs, “as long as I can too."

Blaine fell on the pillows next to Kurt so they were side by side, and since they didn’t usually have the benefit of light, they let each other look – though, they really couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, Kurt trailing a hand down Blaine’s side until he rested it just above the curve of his ass and Blaine running a hand across Kurt’s stomach, so, so close to where Kurt really wanted it to be.

Blaine’s hand moved lower, his fingers threading through what hair they could find, and it almost tickled, but Kurt was too turned on to laugh. “Can I …” Blaine started, but didn’t finish, looking up at Kurt expectantly.

Yes,” Kurt hissed, trying to convince his hips not to lift off the bed on their own accord, pushing his cock against Blaine’s hand. “Blaine, we just made out for almost thirty minutes, I am so ready for you to touch me.”

“Okay,” Blaine said with a nervous laugh, and Kurt got it, he did. Before in the living room, it was dark aside from the movie playing, which was sort of their comfort zone. Blaine’s room was bright from the sunlight streaming in through the windows, which was another level of new and exciting in addition to what they were getting ready to do. New and exciting was wonderful but it was also nerve-wracking.

“Hey,” Kurt said, reaching up to cup Blaine’s cheek. He waited until Blaine’s eyes met his and then whispered, “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Blaine replied without hesitation, kissing Kurt with all the conviction he had in him. They continued to kiss, even as Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt’s length, Kurt whining against Blaine’s lips as he did. After a few minutes, even though Kurt was practically panting into Blaine’s mouth from the friction Blaine’s hand was causing, he tried to maneuver a hand closer to fist around Blaine’s cock, but Blaine stopped him, batting him away with his free hand. “I’m already afraid I’m only going to last two seconds once I’m inside you,” he said with another nervous laugh.

“Hey, stop that,” Kurt scolded, shoving his hand against Blaine’s shoulder. “It’ll still be the most amazing two seconds ever, I’m sure. And you know what they say – practice makes perfect and all.” That got a smile out of Blaine, who ducked his head to laugh again, genuinely this time.

“I’m glad it’s you,” Blaine finally said, tilting his head upwards to meet Kurt’s gaze once more. “I mean, for so many reasons, but I’m so, so glad it’s you. This whole summer, I’ve been glad it’s you.”

“Me too,” Kurt replied, the look on Blaine’s face so earnest, he couldn’t help but grin. “Um, not that your hand doesn’t feel amazing where it is, but if you wanted to move on elsewhere, I uh, wouldn’t object,” he stammered, and he chewed on the corner of his lip, because saying everything out loud just sounded so absurd. “Please,” he added as an afterthought.

Blaine didn’t find it absurd, or if he did, he didn’t let on, just nodded and searched in the sheets for the lube without breaking eye contact with Kurt. Kurt didn’t jump when he felt Blaine’s finger lightly trail down in between the cheeks of his ass this time – he knew what was coming and he was ready for it. He wanted it. He wanted to do this to Blaine too, watch Blaine fall apart just from his fingers. There’d be time for that later, he hoped.

Blaine didn’t start out quite as slow as last time, and for that, Kurt was grateful. Blaine had barely worked up to a steady pace with one finger when he added another on a slow thrust in, and Kurt groaned at the sensation, feeling the stretch and burn around Blaine’s fingers, Blaine’s blunt fingertips stroking him inside. When he finally added a third, Blaine began angling his fingers just right, and Kurt could feel the familiar pressure within him building with each touch of Blaine’s fingertips.

“Blaine,” he bit out finally, “unless you want me to come before you get inside me, find a condom and get back here.”

Kurt shivered involuntarily at the loss of Blaine’s fingers, watching as he rummaged in the sheets, finally pulling a condom out of the box. He watched as Blaine rolled the condom down his length, using far too much lube and chuckling with a whoops. His boyfriend was so adorable, even when he shouldn’t be. “How should we …” Blaine started, breaking Kurt from his thoughts.

“Like this, I want to see you,” Kurt murmured, guiding Blaine back to where he’d just been. “I want you close.”

“Yeah,” Blaine agreed, leaning down to kiss Kurt quickly. “If I’m doing something wrong … or right, I guess … either way, you just have to tell me, Kurt.”

“You just get off on my voice, I think,” Kurt said with a smirk, the smirk dropping off his face when the thick head of Blaine’s cock rubbed over his entrance.

“Who wouldn’t?” Blaine replied, and Kurt had to think back to what they were even talking about, even though it was just seconds before. Blaine must have realized, because he shifted forward on his knees and reached his left hand out to tangle with Kurt’s right, just like always. Kurt couldn’t remember quite when it had started, but each time they did something new, Kurt reached for Blaine’s hand or Blaine for his. It was something consistent, comforting, the idea that they were still them, deep down.

“Okay,” Blaine said, pushing the tip of his cock just barely, and Kurt’s reaction felt delayed, his nerves catching up with his brain a half-second later. He squeezed at Blaine’s hand to egg him on, and Blaine continued to inch inside of him. Kurt felt so full once Blaine finally bottomed out, and it didn’t hurt, but it was something to get used to, more uncomfortable, which he told Blaine through choked-off phrases when he asked.

“You’re amazing, baby,” Blaine said, squeezing his hand, and Kurt felt his stomach pull tighter at Blaine’s words.

“Can you – yes,” Kurt started, wanting, needing Blaine to move, and just as he began to ask, Blaine began to roll his hips hesitantly, shallowly thrusting into him. “Yes, m-more, Blaine, please.” Any sense of discomfort had given way to a slow, building wave of pleasure, and as Blaine pulled halfway out slowly, the head of Blaine’s cock dragged over just the spot Kurt needed. It felt incredible, even more intense than just Blaine’s fingers. “Right there, oh god, Blaine, you feel so good.”

“Yeah?” Blaine panted as he thrust back in, and Kurt nodded and moaned. They fell into a silent rhythm , the only sounds filling the room skin hitting skin and moans and groans escaping their lips, each thrust pushing Kurt closer and closer to the edge. He was so close – he needed something -

Kurt’s right hand was still wrapped around Blaine’s, his left tangled in the sheets. He untangled it and reached down to where his cock was hard, so hard, and straining against his stomach. He groaned at the sensation when he wrapped his fist around it, the combination of his hand around his cock and Blaine buried deep inside of him driving him mad, and he heard Blaine gasp above him.

“Baby, you look – so good, oh god,” Blaine cried out, sounding absolutely wrecked, which just twisted Kurt’s stomach even tighter. “I can’t wait – can’t wait to feel you come.”

Kurt usually had some sort of warning before coming, he could feel the familiar tell tale signs of being pushed higher and higher and then falling over the edge, but at Blaine’s words, he came almost instantly with barely any notice. Blaine started to come before Kurt was even finished, squeezing Kurt’s hand tight as his cock pulsed within him.

Kurt’s eyes drifted shut and he felt Blaine pull out, running a finger around Kurt's stretched rim and making him shudder. Blaine tossed the condom somewhere, somewhere decidedly not a trash can and Kurt felt like he should probably make Blaine do something about that, but then Blaine was in his arms and kissing him slow and sweet and not much else mattered.

“Good?” Blaine murmured against Kurt’s lips, brushing his bangs out of his hair.

Kurt nodded, speaking slowly when he finally did. “I have a question.” He waited a beat for Blaine’s full attention before continuing. “So, you asked me to tell you something I wanted, and that worked out pretty spectacularly, if I do say so myself. What do you want, Blaine?” Kurt asked, tracing a finger down Blaine’s chest.

“I want you to be happy,” Blaine said with a grin, leaning over to close the gap between them with a kiss. "I want to make you feel good."

“Flirt,” Kurt teased, kissing him again. “I’m serious though. Tell me.”

Blaine paused before speaking, as if he was trying to figure out how to word his request or perhaps how much he should share. “I want you inside of me too,” he started, the tone of his voice low and causing something to stir deep within Kurt. “But from behind. I want your body to cover mine, you pushing me into the mattress. I – well, I’ve thought about it a lot too.”

Kurt’s breath hitched and he could feel his cock twitching with interest, and it was so soon after coming, it was almost painful. “Well,” Kurt said, resting his hands at Blaine’s hips, “the night is still young, and so are we.”



Blaine sighed as he closed the zipper on his duffle bag. He and his parents were headed back to Westerville the next day, and Burt and Kurt would be headed back to Lima. He and Kurt had spent the day together, splitting only to have dinner with their own parents and finish packing up their things, and he was about to head over to Kurt’s so they could watch one last sunset together.

He had some interesting news to share.

Blaine looked around his bedroom – anything else could be left until the morning. As he walked out the door, he heard his mother call out after him. “We want to leave before noon, so don’t be out too late!”

Kurt was waiting for Blaine on the porch when he walked down the path to meet him. Kurt was dressed impeccably, as always, and Blaine truly thought he was the luckiest guy ever. “Why do you have that grin on your face?” Kurt asked as he walked down the porch steps.

“Because I’m graced with your presence for at least one more day,” Blaine replied, reaching out for Kurt’s hand as they walked.

“God, my boyfriend is such a dork,” Kurt said fondly, swinging their hands a little as they walked. “You’re far too much.”

“Better than not enough,” Blaine quipped, and Kurt just rolled his eyes. They walked to their sunset spot in relative silence, unfolding the blanket Kurt had brought at the dock leading out to the lake when they arrived. The sun was just starting to drop low in the sky when they did.

“It’s so pretty,” Kurt commented as he curled into Blaine’s shoulder, watching the red and purple streaks in the sky. “I always wanted to head to California to see a proper sunset. Or somewhere on the West Coast.”

“We’ll have to do that,” Blaine said quietly, reclasping their fingers together. “Or we could go to Florida. My brother told me once he woke up on the east coast to see the sunrise and then drove across the state for the sunset.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Kurt replied, his eyes sparkling.

“Maybe for spring break. I can’t imagine going anywhere else over the summer.”

“Me either,” Kurt said, turning to kiss Blaine softly, and Blaine wasn’t complaining. Sunsets were nice, but Kurt’s kisses were far better.

They might have missed the actual sunset.

“It’s easy to lose track of time with you,” Kurt said, laughing lightly. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Me either,” Blaine said, catching Kurt’s giggles.

They were contagious – they both kept laughing louder and louder until Blaine couldn’t stop and he couldn’t even remember what they were laughing about in the first place. This was one of the things Blaine loved most – because deep down, Kurt was still his very best friend.

“God, I’m going to miss you,” Kurt said, trying to catch his breath, and suddenly, nothing was really that funny anymore.

“About that,” Blaine started, his excitement unable to be contained. Kurt was just looking at him like he was a bit insane, but it would be worth it. “That party my parents went to – well, my dad was promoted. He’s working out of Lima now.”

“What?” Kurt exclaimed. “Are you serious? So is he going to commute – or, are you moving?”

Blaine nodded. “They’re going to look at houses next week – they got the name of the realtor your dad and Carole used last year. It might not be before school starts, but yeah.”

“Blaine! “ Kurt exclaimed again, throwing his arms around Blaine’s shoulders. “This is – this is fantastic! You won’t be two hours away, maybe twenty minutes, at the most, and we can see each other after school, barring any New Directions or Warblers practice, of course, and on the weekends – this is wonderful!”

Blaine let Kurt ramble on for a while, until he ran out of steam and realized Blaine wasn’t commenting further. “What?” he finally asked, cautiously. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Well,” Blaine started, drawing it out just a bit because he could. “When we move to Lima … I’m transferring to McKinley. I convinced my parents to put the rest of the tuition money from Dalton in my college account because … well, I hear New York’s expensive.” Blaine was practically vibrating with excitement when he said it. “Dalton’s nice and all, but I can’t stand being apart from people I love.”

Kurt blinked his eyes as if he hadn’t heard Blaine correctly. “McKinley? As in, I’ll be able to see you every day of my senior year?”

“I might miss a few, but yeah, once we move.”

Kurt was still staring at him with a mixture of shock and awe. “How long have you known?”

“I always knew it was a possibility ... but I didn’t want to get my hopes up, you know? My dad found out on Friday and it was just made official yesterday.”

Kurt kissed Blaine again then, long and lingering, and Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “What are you thinking? Right now?” Blaine whispered on Kurt’s lips when they broke.

“Blaine, what kind of question is that? My mind won’t shut up!” Kurt said with a laugh. “Good things. All good things.” He planted one more soft kiss at the corner of Blaine’s mouth. “I think,” he said, drawing out his words and making Blaine go a little cross-eyed watching his lips. “I think we should go for one last swim.”

“I’m not wearing a swimsuit though,” Blaine said, throwing Kurt a confused glance.

Kurt tilted his head so his lips and Blaine’s were almost touching, his breath from each of his words ghosting over Blaine’s mouth. “Neither am I.”

Blaine watched his boyfriend climb out of his lap and strip off his shirt and shorts and he wasn’t wearing any underwear, holy shit. He watched as Kurt ran down the dock and did a cannonball into the lake, buck naked, and Blaine almost tripped over his own shorts trying to get them off. Blaine couldn’t remember the last time Kurt willingly jumped into the lake – years – and he wasn’t sure what had gotten into his boyfriend, but he didn’t really care at the moment.

Blaine jumped in himself and swam over to Kurt. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“You’re one to talk,” Kurt huffed, sliding his hands over Blaine’s hips, his fingers gliding effortlessly in the water. “I wanted one last chance to be naked with my wonderful, adoring boyfriend. Sue me.”

“I never said I was complaining,” Blaine teased, trying to avoid kicking Kurt as he paddled his feet to keep himself afloat.

“I would hope not,” Kurt shot back, losing the battle of footsie and accidentally kicking Blaine. “Sorry, I didn’t exactly think this through.”

“Shocking,” Blaine replied, reaching for Kurt’s hand as he swam a bit further away to avoid kicking him again.

“I thought I was going to have to say goodbye to you tomorrow,” Kurt said out of the blue, glancing Blaine’s way when he did. “I’m really glad I don’t.”

“Well, we’ll still have to say goodbye, just for a shorter period of time,” Blaine pointed out. “Much, much shorter.”

“True, though either way it doesn’t matter,” Kurt said, swimming back over to Blaine. He latched himself onto Blaine, curling his legs around his torso and his arms around his shoulders and kissing him. Blaine could taste the lake water on his lips, mixed with the taste that was undeniably Kurt, and Kurt was right. This was the perfect ending to their summer – their whole entire summer rolled into one moment. Kurt hummed against Blaine’s lips when they parted, and he looked like he had something to say. Blaine tilted his head and waited, his eyes searching Kurt’s.

“I’m never really saying goodbye to you.”



“Are we really going to sit on the ground, Dad?” Jack whined, and it was moments like these, Blaine had no doubt Jack was Kurt’s child. They hadn’t been back to the lake in a few years, their schedules far too busy. The last time they’d come, Jack was too little to remember, and Ashlyn wasn’t even with them yet.

Yes,” Kurt told Jack, matching his tone and laying out the two blankets as Blaine started the fire. “I’ll have you know your father and I first kissed on this very ground, and if was good enough for a first kiss, it’s certainly good enough for you.”

“Eww,” Jack replied in proper six year old disgusted fashion (which, Jack would correct to six and a half, Daddy), but he plopped down next to his younger sister just the same, who was already lying on her stomach, chin in her hands.

“Tell the story again, Daddy,” Ashlyn asked Blaine, swinging her feet in the air. Ever since they told the kids they were coming, back in March, her parents’ whirlwind romance had been her favorite bedtime story – at least the ‘appropriate for a four year old’ version. “When you and Dad were little and came here with Uncle Finn.”

Kurt and Blaine exchanged a smile. Finn and his wife and the boys would be coming next week. Since Kurt had inherited the Hummel’s cabin and Blaine the Anderson’s, Kurt had given Finn his. He’d only spent a fraction of the time Kurt had spent in it, but the tables had reversed. Finn had made it out to the lake every summer since his first son was born.

“Well, we both came here every summer with our parents and we played together and had fun all summer because we were the same age.” Blaine sat down on the other blanket next to the kids’ and continued to tell the story as he watched Kurt distract Jack with the matches and lighting the fire. Kurt interjected every so often to correct Blaine, and Jack rolled his eyes just often enough that Blaine knew he was really listening.

Later, when Jack and Ashlyn were passed out on their blanked, crashing from a marshmallow sugar high, Kurt sighed and dropped his head to rest against Blaine’s shoulder.

“Did you ever think we’d be here? I mean, way back when?”

“Yes,” Blaine answered without hesitation. “I mean, I hoped. Is that creepy?”

“Yes,” Kurt answered just as quickly. “But I love you anyways.” He tilted his head upwards to get at Blaine’s mouth, kissing him with more intensity than he usually would with the kids present, but they were asleep after all.

“Mmmm,” Blaine murmured with his own sigh. “Just as good as way back when too. Maybe even better.”

“I’d hope I’d get better,” Kurt scoffed, mock-offended. “I still can’t believe we’re making our son sleep in the bed we lost our virginities on,” he added in a stage whisper.

“It’s a good bed!” Blaine protested. “I wasn’t getting rid of it … it has history.”

“You know,” Kurt said loftily, ignoring his protests. “Mercedes and I dubbed that summer Kurt Hummel’s Sexiest Summer (So Far). I don’t think I ever told you that.”

Blaine grinned. “No, you didn’t. I should be crushed, but I suppose it’s a compliment right?”

“The best compliment,” Kurt replied, his arms curling around Blaine’s waist.

“So, has it been topped? I mean, you did say so far,” Blaine said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“I don’t know, that first summer we were in the house might,” Kurt said, biting his lip at the memory. Blaine had to agree. That was a good year.

“I think we should try to top them both this summer,” Blaine decided, and Kurt laughed.

“Have you forgot about our two little houseguests?”

“Oh, I’m sure the Hudsons could come to some sort of arrangement with us. It’s their vacation too, you know.”

“My husband is a very smart man, I have to admit,” Kurt replied, his eyes sparkling just as they had when he was seventeen. Blaine hoped that would never change, even if they lived to be a hundred and seventeen.

“I try,” Blaine said, letting Kurt squeeze at his waist and pull him closer.

“Oh, Blaine. You’ve always done more than try.”

Part 1 // Part 2
 
 
 
( 45 comments — Leave a comment )
Katrinagameboycolor on March 29th, 2012 08:14 pm (UTC)
this has been a joy to follow. wonderful work. <3

i love sweet, exploratory fics where you get to see them grow alongside once another. awwwwww.

this review is like goisdjogisj because i'm excited

sorry

ahhh.
lucie caboosie: GLEE: blaine lima beanwhenidance on March 30th, 2012 06:48 pm (UTC)
goisdjogisj is my favorite :D

<3 <3
One sugar cube, two sugar cubes, three sugar cubes: Darren Crissca_te on March 29th, 2012 08:30 pm (UTC)
Once again I've to tell you that this story was such a pleasure to read! Thank you for writing it! :)
lucie caboosie: GLEE: 305 proud cuddleswhenidance on March 30th, 2012 06:48 pm (UTC)
thank you so much for reading!! :)
Whosgotyou: [m] crisscolferwhosgotyou on March 29th, 2012 09:12 pm (UTC)
Wonderful story. I really enjoyed how you slowly built their relationship. My favorite though part was the little glimpse of the future at the end.
lucie caboosie: GLEE: blaine and the pipswhenidance on March 30th, 2012 06:49 pm (UTC)
I usually don't get all sappy like that but I couldn't resist! :D Thanks!
Beth RakelAdamPascalFan on March 30th, 2012 12:30 am (UTC)
This week is determined to kill me with it's goodness and I see you are NO expection to this plan.
lucie caboosie: GLEE: blaine you saucy minxwhenidance on March 30th, 2012 06:49 pm (UTC)
\o/

apparently when I decided to write ALL THE FIC this hiatus, I wasn't kidding.
Love's Bitchsmores100 on March 30th, 2012 12:50 am (UTC)
I wasn't expecting the time jump in the last part and got all emotional so fast at the first mention of their kids. :')

I love friends-to-lovers fics, and this was just so sweet and fluffy, and now I wanna go find a cabin to spend the next summer in. Thank you for this lovely fic! <3
lucie caboosie: GLEE: happy days livewhenidance on March 30th, 2012 06:50 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you for reading!! So glad you enjoyed it!!
chartreuse_77chartreuse_77 on March 30th, 2012 01:21 am (UTC)
oh, yay! I read the beginning of this on the kink meme, but then I lost track of it. I'm so glad you posted it on your lj, too!

This story is so hot/adorable! It's hotdorable!! It's so good it's making me create terrible mash-ups of words!
lucie caboosie: GLEE: boys shoulder bumpingwhenidance on March 30th, 2012 06:51 pm (UTC)
HOTDORABLE!! My favorite!! :D So glad you liked it!! <3
Stacey Cathryn: blaine bad day bowtie bw s3 ep1diamond_sky18 on March 30th, 2012 03:33 am (UTC)
OMG I was not expecting that ending, nor Blaine transferring.

Sweet and sexy and just...sigh.

I like the idea of them growing up together, which I think I said in my comment on the GKM but whatever lol.
lucie caboosie: GLEE: darren doesn't happen irlwhenidance on March 30th, 2012 06:51 pm (UTC)
Wasn't it an adorable prompt? So glad you enjoyed it! Thanks!
~*Star*~: Glee: Blaine - Flowersstar55 on March 30th, 2012 04:45 am (UTC)
I adored every single moment of this story. I just read it in one sitting.
Utterly amazing.
lucie caboosie: GLEE: kiss kiss kissssswhenidance on March 30th, 2012 06:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! ♥
klaineonklaineon on March 30th, 2012 07:11 am (UTC)
This was gorgeous. It's the dreamy summer romance everyone wishes they had. It was intensely sexy (back of the Navigator was the best!) but balanced very nicely with the fluffiness. The ending in the lake was so easy to picture. I wish I could frame it and pull it out when I'm having a bad winter day. The epilogue with the kids....also super duper sweet. Splendid story. Thank you for sharing!
lucie caboosie: GLEE: boyfriendsssssssssssssswhenidance on March 30th, 2012 06:55 pm (UTC)
The back of the Navigator is one of my favorite things that I've written *___* Thanks so much for reading!!
amyrydamyryd on March 30th, 2012 02:18 pm (UTC)
Yay! I am so glad you posted this here. I tried a few times to comment over on the GKM, and wanted to tear my hair out. Now I can give you a proper comment here.

GAH! I just love this premise. The "friends becoming more" story just never gets old. I love in this story that there is that critical year apart when they are 16 and figuring things out, so that the summer when they are 17 just smacks them in the face with the realization of "holy crap! how did I miss this thing right in front of my face?!" Their firsts together are just so melty and swoony.

I love how they are able to sneak around without arousing suspicion, until Burt cottons on to the whole thing. And the jump forward into the future with their kids was just perfect. I love that the tradition of time at the lake will continue with the Anderson-Hummel-Hudson clans.

Just the perfect piece of fluffy goodness this week. THANK YOU!!
lucie caboosie: GLEE: let it snowwhenidance on March 30th, 2012 06:57 pm (UTC)
Yeah, the GKM is kind of a mess to navigate at first!! Thank you so much for reading and I'm glad you enjoyed it!!
samwise gamgee.colfer on March 30th, 2012 08:40 pm (UTC)
Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh THIS is why I wait until WIPs are finished, so I can gobble them up all at once and just roll around and squeal and do heart-eyes all over the place. This was SO lovely, I adore summer fics and this just made me feel all warm and happy. They're so fucking adorable with each other and so sexy and fhdsljfhadslja the fingering scene oh my GOD and COOPER WITH HIS ICE CREAM LIKE I ALREADY FLAILED AT YOU and I just loved loved loved this.
lucie caboosie: GLEE: kurt likes cameras he does he doeswhenidance on March 30th, 2012 10:18 pm (UTC)
I KNOWWWWWW I usually don't read WIPs either because I LOVE reading everything all at once. ♥ Sooooo glad it didn't disappoint.
glitzy09: kurt blaine stage kissglitzy09 on March 30th, 2012 08:42 pm (UTC)
Everything about this is perfection. I know I'm going to be bookmarking it to read over and over again <3
lucie caboosie: GLEE: EW outtake beautifulnesssssswhenidance on March 30th, 2012 10:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!!
NdRnaderegen on March 30th, 2012 11:21 pm (UTC)
SKINNYDIPPING IN THE DARK finn we need someone for that menage a trois. no but. the lyrics. ASK RACHEL SHE'D UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO PURSUE EMOTIONAL TRUTH WHENEVER POSSIBLE

this is so much fun just. and.
god kurt and mercedes would give it a title ahahha
*_*
lucie caboosie: GLEE: closer 305 cuddleswhenidance on April 2nd, 2012 02:17 pm (UTC)
RACHEL WOULD TELL FINN TO TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM, AMIRITE??

thanks my dear ♥
mulder1921mulder1921 on March 31st, 2012 02:55 am (UTC)
Perfect summer, perfect story. You make me yearn for campfires and hikes and nights of chasing fireflies. I especially love how close the 2 families are and that thy both except the boys and their relationship.
lucie caboosie: GLEE: blaine thinkswhenidance on April 2nd, 2012 02:17 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you liked it!! Thanks for reading!
schmoopiepantsschmoopiepants on March 31st, 2012 05:30 am (UTC)
Awwwww....that was so sweet. Yay for summer lake house romance.
lucie caboosie: GLEE: cheerio!Kurtwhenidance on April 2nd, 2012 02:18 pm (UTC)
Yay indeed :D Thanks so much!!
seanmeganseanseanmegansean on April 1st, 2012 06:20 am (UTC)
Just saw this recced in the weekly rec post - so glad I gave up my self-imposed fic hiatus for this. What a lovely, feel-good fic :D
lucie caboosie: GLEE: kiss kiss kissssswhenidance on April 2nd, 2012 02:18 pm (UTC)
FIC HIATUS!! you are stronger than I!! thanks so much!!
lady_invidialady_invidia on April 1st, 2012 11:02 pm (UTC)
Guh... This is gorgeous and sexy and just guh. Thanks for sharing :-)
lucie caboosie: GLEE: blaine doesn't play for your teamwhenidance on April 2nd, 2012 02:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading!! :)
Beth: Glee 2brighton_girl on April 2nd, 2012 05:09 am (UTC)
This is just wonderful, it's fun and sweet and loving and just really well done. I especially love how you wound canon through this, lovely surprise.
lucie caboosie: GLEE: kurt does not approvewhenidance on April 2nd, 2012 02:19 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! Thanks so much!!
Karrin Reed.karrin_nicole on April 6th, 2012 06:02 am (UTC)
Fantasticccc.
Loved it. So glad I spent my last couple hours pouring over this romance. These two are my favorites (and fine, i'll admit, the only fictional couple i ever read fanfic of) and this was one i'd recommend. :)
moonlessky: Kurtwindowmoonlessky on April 29th, 2012 01:34 pm (UTC)
What a lovely little story. It was wonderfully lighthearted with the perfect dash of sweet and sexy.I just felt this warm fuzzy feeling envelop me as I read it, especially at the ending.
(Anonymous) on June 26th, 2012 12:42 pm (UTC)
This was really, really beautiful. I loved every word of it. And it may sound very stupid, but I'm crying a bit because of the ending :')
Emyaoi: Darren Crissemyaoi on August 22nd, 2012 05:30 pm (UTC)
That was amazing ! Thank you very much for sharing this story ! :) I love this kind of happy ending, by the way.
klainewhoreklainewhore on October 25th, 2012 01:40 am (UTC)
The feeeeeeeeeels! I love this story! Like, LOVE this story. I would marry it if it wasn't just a story and I wasn't a creepy woman pushing 40 that's addicted to homo-erotic content on the internet.
mismatch_memismatch_me on December 17th, 2012 08:25 am (UTC)
Whenever I go and look for fic to read, I guess an author's name hits me before the summary and you've become one of those alarm bells where I see the pen name and go, "oh, duh, that's going to beautiful of course I'll read it." You never disappoint. Ever. And this is so good I sort of want to roll around in the verse forever. <3
(Anonymous) on December 31st, 2012 01:26 am (UTC)
Story
Great story, I loved it! Well done :)
Music dreamer.korppi_ravn on January 6th, 2013 09:58 pm (UTC)
This was really nice. It gave me a warm fuzzy feeling here during the freezing cold winter. :)
leechee_nileechee_ni on January 21st, 2013 12:15 pm (UTC)
May I translate your work of Boys of Summer to Chinese Klaine fans?
Hey there!
I admire your story, and it would be a loss for the large Klaine fan groupin China not reading it. So do you mind if I reprint and translate it into Chinese?

I promise I will add your account name, the link of the origin work and anything you want me to add.

Again, your work is fabulous! <3<3

Thanks for your time reading this!

Leechee_Ni
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