It's late July and way too hot to be outside so he and Finn are lounging on the living room couch watching some dumb TV show they managed to agree on. His dad and Carole are both at work and as thankfully as he is to have a day off, he's super bored.

Blaine's away performing in an amusement park upstate and won't be back for at least another week and his other close friend Mercedes is on vacation with her family.

Finn's sulking too because he and Rachel are still broken up, both too stubborn to apologize or even talk. Last he heard was that the loud brunet was at a theater camp where she met Alyson's brother Jesse and now that there are rumors that they are dating Finn's even more upset than he was before.

At least he has a car now so he doesn't depend on Finn or his dad driving him around anymore, but without any friends in town, he has no place to go.

On the screen two contestants of the reality show they are watching have gotten into a fight that involves hair pulling and Kurt's grateful for the distraction when his phone chimes up.

He smiles when he sees Santana's text. "Arriving in your cow town tomorrow. I expect you to entertain us," she writes and Kurt rolls his eyes. Lima doesn't offer much but he's sure they're going to find something to do when the girls aren't training with Sue Sylvester.

"You look happy. Did Blaine text you?" Finn asks and Kurt's shakes his head. "No, my friends from school – Santana, Brittany and Quinn - are coming to Lima for cheer camp tomorrow," he explains and his step-brother perks up as well.

"Awesome, those girls were seriously hot," he informs Kurt who narrows his eyes. "Weren't you just sulking over Rachel dating some guy?"

Finn shrugs. "If she can date other people so can I." "Well, but not my friends. San and Britt aren't available and Quinn's too young for you as well."

Before Finn can argue he adds, "I mean it Finn. Stay away from them." Finn doesn't get a chance to reply because his phone starts to ring and when he sees who's calling, he jumps up and runs to his room before taking the call.

"Hey Blaine," he greets his boyfriend a bit out of breath. "Kurt, hi. I'm on a break right now so I thought I would call you. Are you working right now?"

Kurt shakes his head before remembering that Blaine can't see him. "No, dad gave Finn and I the day off. I'm glad you called though because I'm seriously bored."

Blaine chuckles. "Can't say the same for me, but if I could trade the annoying teenage girls for a quiet day on the couch, I'd do it in a heart beat."

Kurt rolls his eyes. Apparently Blaine gets hit on daily when he performs and while he had been a bit jealous at first he knows that nothing is ever going to happen between those girls and Blaine. Now it just makes him feel good to know that he's the one Blaine loves when he could have so many other people.

"Must be all the Disney you sing," he jokes, causing Blaine to laugh as well. "Well, I won't miss their attention one bit. I do miss you though. It's been too long."

"I miss you too. Please tell me you're coming back soon." They haven't seen each other for nearly three weeks now because Blaine had to work the past two weekends and the first weekend he had off, his dad and Carole had taken him and Finn camping.

"I have three days off next week and I'll be done for good in two weeks," Blaine tells him and Kurt can't wait for Blaine to be done with his summer job.

His dad still hasn't told him whether he's going back to New York in the fall or has to stay in Lima, and if that is the case he wants to see as much of Blaine as possible before his boyfriend returns to NYADA for his senior year.

"I can't wait to see you. And if we're lucky we'll have the house to ourselves for a bit," he tells his boyfriend who only hums in response. As far as Kurt is concerned it's been too long since he's seen his boyfriend shirtless and he wants to rectify that as soon as they are in the same city again. He just hopes that Blaine will be game.

"When are your friends coming to town?" Blaine pulls him from his thoughts about Blaine's toned body and Kurt's glad his boyfriend can't see him because he's certain he's blushing again.

"Tomorrow. I can't wait to have some company other than Finn." "That's good," Blaine replies. "Just try to stay out of trouble while they are here. I want you back with me at school come fall."

Kurt has no intention of getting into trouble and if this results in being called boring or lame, so be it.

"Don't worry. I've been on my best behavior so far and I don't intend to do anything that will jeopardize me coming back to New York."

Over the line he can hear someone calling Blaine's name and Blaine shouting something back before his boyfriend addresses him again.

"I need to head back. Call me tonight?" "Of course. Someone has to make sure you're doing your skin care regime after all."

Blaine chuckles before he whispers, "love you" and Kurt quickly returns the sentiment before hanging up the phone and going downstairs again for some more mindless television.

God only knows why Sue Sylvester insisted on holding her cheer camp in her hometown this year, Quinn thinks as they drive through the city. So far she's seen more cornfields than ever before in her life and with Santana and Brittany usually busy with one another she's already dreading the next few weeks.

At least Hummel lives here as well so she won't be completely on her own during their time off.

As it is, they find themselves over at his house the next day already, lounging in his backyard after a gruesome training session.

Hummel's brother is there as well and while she's seen better she doesn't mind his attention. As long as he keeps refilling her drink and making sure her lounge chair is always in the shades she won't mind him following after her like a lost puppy.

Over the next few days they spend every evening at the Hudmel house as the brothers dubbed it and after she discovers that her association with Hudson actually increases her popularity at cheer camp – there are some girls from his high school who would like nothing more than get their hands on the quarterback – she corners him after her fourth day in Lima and informs him that they are dating now.

It's sort of sweet how excited he gets and Quinn knows she'll have him wrapped around her finger in no time.

Santana isn't impressed at first though. "What the hell are you doing with him, Q? I thought you had standards," she hisses when Quinn tells her about the development.

"Relax, it's not like I plan to actually do stuff with him. He makes me more popular and does everything I tell him to while knowing that he won't be getting with me any time soon because I'm super religious," she smirks. It isn't very nice what she's doing and she knows it, but she has learned over the years that people who play by the rules and act nice never get what they want.

Only after she ditched the name Lucy, got her nose fixed, lost a lot of weight and became Quinn Fabray, HBIC, did her father finally start paying attention to her and if that was who she had to be to get ahead so be it. Hudson was going to survive it. After all, he had to know that what they had could never be more than a summer fling.

"Fine, as long as you know what you're doing," Santana concedes while stroking her girlfriend's hair.

Quinn loves that Santana doesn't care what people think or say about her and she often wishes she could be like that as well, but it's just not who she is. She needs to be adored, to be worshipped by those below her.

The only reason she sort of likes Hummel – okay she actually really likes him – is because he can be as much of a bitch as she is. And he's managed to land one of the most popular guys in school, so he was okay in her book.

The first weekend in Lima she lets Hudson take her out to the most popular student hang out in town and while it's quaint and provincial and she loves all the jealous stares she receives. For the first time she's happy that she isn't tied to anyone back in school though she still plans to make a move on Nick when she gets back in the fall.

After spending every day with his friends from school – and ripping Finn a new one for not staying away from Quinn after all – Blaine finally comes home for a few days.

He makes sure the house is empty when he invites Blaine over – Finn's out with Quinn and his parents are still at work.

As soon as Blaine opens the car door Kurt runs up to him and smashes their mouths together in the middle of their driveway. Now that his dad knows about them he couldn't care less about the neighbors seeing and talking about him.

"Missed you so much," he mumbles against Blaine's lips when they have to break apart for air.

Before Blaine can reply, Kurt grabs his hand and pulls him inside, not stopping until Blaine's on his living room couch.

Getting his boyfriend to lie down is easy but the moment Kurt tries to pull his shirt over his head, Blaine jerks away and yanks his shirt down again.

"Kurt, we can't do that," he says and Kurt pouts because they are home alone and he's horny.

"Come on, Blaine. My family won't be back for another few hours and who knows when we'll have the chance to do something again," he tries to argue but Blaine keeps him at arms length.

"You didn't tell me you're parents wouldn't be here. You know I'm not supposed to be alone with you."

Kurt rolls his eyes. "We'll just have to leave for dinner before they come home. They'll never know."

But there's no convincing Blaine. "I'm sorry Kurt, but I just don't feel comfortable going behind your dad's back again. I don't want to be the reason you have to stay in Lima in the fall."

Kurt knows his boyfriend has a point but his hormones don't seem to get the memo and so he pouts a bit longer, but to no avail.

"Fine," he huffs in the end. "Then what else do you want to do?" "We could go for a walk before dinner. All I want is to spend time with you. I don't care what we do," he replies and how can Kurt keep sulking after that.

His expression softens. "You're right. I'm happy as long as you're here with me."

So they end up in a small park just outside of Lima where they feed the ducks until it's time for their dinner reservations at a small Italian restaurant.

Blaine had wanted to see the infamous Breadstix but after his run in with Karofsky early this summer, Kurt was staying away from all popular McKinley hang outs. Better safe than sorry.

Blaine returns Kurt twenty minutes before his curfew and though he knows they are kissing on the front porch while he's waiting for Kurt to come in, he's happy they've been obeying his rules so far.

"Are going to tell him soon?" his wife nudges him and he looks away from the front door. "Take him out of his misery?"

Though he kept Kurt enrolled at NYADA for the time being, he is still wary of sending him back to New York in a few weeks. And he knows that as long as Kurt doesn't know his fate he'll be on his best behavior.

"There's still time," he argues as Carole rolls her eyes. "School starts in three weeks, Burt, and Kurt's been really well behaved all summer. He deserves to get an answer, one way or another."

Of course, Carole is right. She's also right when she tells him that he can't stop Kurt from growing up and making mistakes while he does. His boy isn't a child anymore and as hard as it is to accept that he can't treat Kurt like the eight year old who held tea parties in their backyard forever.

All he ever wanted was for his son to be happy and while Kurt found his happiness a bit earlier than Burt would have preferred he knows he can't really keep Kurt and Blaine apart without making his son miserable.

"Fine, I'll tell him once he manages to put his tongue back into his mouth," he concedes, causing his wife to laugh. "What, you think I don't know what they're doing out there. Trust me, even if I hadn't known, after the show they put on for Mrs. Rogers, I'm sure the whole neighborhood knows."

They are lucky that none of their new neighbors are homophobic and that he hasn't heard a negative comment about his son yet. There's the occasional call to the shop or the occasional costumer who doesn't know that sneering at his son gets you kicked out immediately, but most people in their area know by now that messing with his kid means messing with the best mechanic in town.

And those who don't want to accept that, well they can take their business elsewhere, because no one pushes the Hummels around.

Five minutes before midnight, Kurt's summer curfew, his son skips inside, a huge smile on his face.

"You and Blaine had fun?" he asks though the smile on his son's face tells him everything he needs to know.

"Three weeks was definitely too long," Kurt replies, looking at him with his patented puppy dog eyes. Probably to make sure Burt understands that a separation longer than three weeks is not something Kurt's going to be able to handle.

"Then you'll be happy to know that your NYADA information for the fall semester came in the mail a few days ago," Burt remarks casually and Kurt's eyes widen before he squeals and throws his arms around Burt.

"I can go back? Really? You're not messing with me?" he asks in rapid-fire succession and Burt nods when he can't get a word in edgewise.

"Yes, you can go back," he assures his son when Kurt stops rambling. "You and Blaine both proved this summer that you can act responsibly and as long as you promise not to get into trouble again when you get back to school, you can go back to New York."

Kurt's smile is wider than he's seen in a while and seeing his son this happy, he knows he made the right decision. Sure he would sleep easier if Kurt was under his roof, but the knowledge of who Kurt would have to go to school with if he stayed in Lima worries him even more.

If McKinley wasn't the way it is, he would have no qualms sending Kurt there, but as it is, Kurt's safest at NYADA even if that means letting his sixteen year old return to boarding school with his older boyfriend.

Later that night, after he and Carole retired to their bedroom and Kurt was probably on the phone with Blaine to tell him the news, his wife cuddles up to him, a proud smile on her face.

"You're a good man, Burt Hummel. I'm proud of you," she whispers before leaning in to kiss him.

He was so getting lucky tonight.

The first weekend of August, Puck hosts an end of summer party, a week before the girls head home and two weeks before Kurt and Blaine are going to fly out as well.

Kurt's one of the first to arrive at Puck's house and throws his arms around Mercedes when she walks in with Sam a few minutes later.

"I missed you, Cedes. How was Florida?" Mercedes laughs before she whispers conspiratorially. "The boys on the beach were to die for." "Hey," Sam mock huffs and Mercedes quickly assures her boyfriend that his abs are still the best. Kurt's seen Sam in his swim team outfit and has to agree with his best girl – Sam's abs are delicious. Now, if he could just get Blaine to show him his abs again.

"Where's your boy. He's coming, right?" Mercedes asks after quickly pecking Sam on the lips, and Kurt's beyond happy that his friend found a boyfriend as well.

"He should be here soon. There was a traffic jam outside Columbus, but he'll be here. My dad even allowed him to stay the night as long as he stays on the living room couch."

"You're not sleeping over?" Cedes asks and Kurt shakes his head. "I only just got permission to go back to New York for my sophomore year. I really don't need my dad to change his mind again because of a stupid party."

His dad had been clear – under no circumstances was Kurt to come home drunk or have to stay the night because he got drunk and Kurt was planning to obey his dad's rule.

"You're going back," Mercedes shrieks. "Not that I'm not going to miss you, but I'm so excited for you. Everyone who doesn't have to attend McKinley should count themselves lucky."

"I'm going to miss you too," Kurt assures her. "But we'll talk all the time like last year and we'll hang out when I'm here or you come up to New York."

Before they can continue their conversation, Finn pushes past him, a sour expression on his face.

"What's wrong," he stops his step-brother who huffs. "Did you see who she came with? She brought that jerk Jesse."

Kurt looks around and spots Rachel in a corner talking to a tall boy with curly hair. "Well, you brought a date as well Finn. You can't really blame her for doing the same just because you both are too stubborn to talk about your issues."

Just then Quinn appears next to Finn, already looking more than a little tipsy. He just hopes she won't do anything stupid just to prove the cheerleading coach wrong who called her fat during their last session and probably unable to keep a guy around with her rapidly expanding waistline.

He and the girls tried to assure her that she was beautiful and desirable, but judging by the look on Quinn's face she still doesn't believe them and is set on drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

"Can you keep an eye on Quinn," he asks Santana a while later after he spots Quinn making out with Finn in a corner while Blaine – who finally showed up an hour late – is in the kitchen refilling their non-alcoholic drinks.

To make sure they are both staying sober they offered to be the designated drivers and so far it's working because Blaine was completely sober as well.

"On it," his dark haired friend assures him before she marches over to Quinn and Finn, leaving Britt to chat with him while he waits for his boyfriend.

Santana had been fine with Quinn sort of dating Finn while they attended cheer camp but seeing her best friend with her tongue down some giant's throat was different.

"Time to go before the T-Rex eats you," she yells at Quinn, trying to get her off Frankenteen but Quinn is stronger than she looks.

"Go away Santana. You heard what coach Sue said – I need to prove her wrong." "Fine," Santana huffs, "but can you at least do it with a semi attractive guy." Porcelain's stepbrother scowls at her before giving Quinn what he thinks is a seductive smile. He only manages to look constipated though, Santana thinks.

"Watch out, there's a guy all over Brittany," Quinn suddenly slurs, pointing the other way and Santana whirls around, ready to yank some pimple faced douche bag off her girlfriend.

"Where? she asks, but when she turns around again after spotting Britt still talking to Porcelain and the hobbit, she only sees Quinn's blond pony tail disappear upstairs.

Well, she tried her best. Pushing through the throng of partygoers she wraps an arm around Britt's waist when she reaches her girlfriend and tries not to roll her eyes when she watches the two boys mooning over each other.

She gets bored soon though and hurries into the kitchen where the dude with the Mohawk is mixing cocktails.

"Did you get Quinn outside, or where did she disappear to?" Porcelain asks her when she returns, carrying a glass for Brittany as well.

"I tried but she wouldn't listen. Last I saw of her she was going upstairs with Frankenteen." Porcelain looks confused, so she elaborates. "Your stepbrother."

Her friend suddenly pales before he narrows his eyes. "You let her do what?" he yells, causing a few heads to turn in their direction. "We have to get her before she does something stupid."

Santana shudders because the last thing she needs is to see the T-Rex without his clothes.

"Yeah, no. If you want to see that be my guest but I think I'll pass," she drawls before grabbing Britt's hand and dragging her out onto the makeshift dance floor. The last thing she sees of Porcelain is him shuddering as well.

It isn't that she isn't worried about Quinn, but her friend's nearly sixteen. Old enough in her book to know what she wants and who is she to tell her what she can and can't do.

Kurt doesn't see Finn again until an hour later but when he does spot his stepbrother he grabs his arm and yanks him into the Puckerman backyard.

"Did you sleep with her?" he demands, but Finn self-satisfied smirk tells him everything he needs to know.

"What the hell, Finn. She's only a sophomore and she looked drunk of her ass." Finn just shrugs. "It's not like she didn't want it and it's no different than you and Blaine. You don't see me running around telling you he's too old for you."

Kurt narrows his eyes at Finn. "First of all, Blaine and I have been dating since November and secondly we're not having sex. So don't compare us to what you pulled with Quinn."

"You haven't?" Finn slurs and only now Kurt realized that his stepbrother is fucking drunk as well. That just spells recipe for disaster. But he can't focus on that now, because Finn's question catches him off-guard. That's just not something they talk about.

He and Blaine don't make out in front of Finn and in return Finn's cool about them.

"No, we haven't but not for lack of trying," Kurt mutters before he realizes what he just said. "Ugh, forget I just said that. I'm not trying to have sex with him, I just want to make it to second base, but Blaine's convinced my dad will find out and keep me in Lima after all." He's sober, but his brain to mouth filter is apparently still off.

"Dude, it's a party. Find an empty room and get what you want," Finn advises drunkenly and Kurt has to admit he has a point. They aren't at his house right now, so there's no reason for Blaine to say no because he doesn't want to violate the house rules.

All thoughts of Quinn and Finn forgotten he rushes back inside and grabs Blaine's hand, dragging him upstairs to find an empty room before his boyfriend can argue against it.

Blaine's chatting with a blond teenager that looks like he died his hair when Kurt suddenly grabs his hand and drags him upstairs.

"Um, Kurt," he tries to stop his boyfriend, but Kurt's ignoring him and doesn't stop until they reach the end of the hallway and step into what looks like a little girl's bedroom.

"What's going on?" he tries again, but Kurt cuts him off by smashing their mouths together.

Blaine lets him kiss him until they have to break apart for air, but when Kurt leans in again, he takes a step back, because he needs a moment to collect himself and calm his raging teenage hormones.

Kurt apparently doesn't get the memo that Blaine wants to slow down because he keeps advancing on him until his knees hit the edge of the bed and he falls backward gracelessly.

Kurt's next to him only a few seconds later, leaning in for another kiss, but Blaine stops him with a hand on his chest.

"Slow down, Kurt," he pleads. "What's going on?"

Kurt huffs. "We're alone and if you'd just shut up we could be kissing again. I really just want to take your shirt off again."

Before Kurt can follow through, Blaine stops him again, though it's the last thing he wants.

"Kurt, your dad-. If he finds out-" "Blaine, we're at a party and my dad isn't here. As long as you don't leave a hickey where he can see it we should be fine."

God, Kurt's making it really hard to stay strong.

"Kurt, just because your friends are hooking up at this party doesn't mean you have to do the same. I don't want us to do anything until we're both ready for it"

Kurt huffs, before he sits up again and crosses his arms over his chest. "Fine." Before he can stop him, Kurt leaves the room, and Blaine's cursing his morals, which are stopping him from giving into Kurt's advances.

It's really not that he doesn't want to do more with Kurt, he just isn't sure if his boyfriend is really ready to do more than what they are doing already and he also doesn't want Mr. Hummel to keep Kurt in Ohio because of something he did.

Two weeks later and he and Blaine have reached a stalemate in their relationship. Kurt will try to initiate a make out session but as soon as it gets heated, Blaine will pull back and put some distance between them.

It's their last night in Lima before heading back to school and they are alone in Blaine's house because Blaine's dad had to go into the office for some emergency after they had dinner together.

Frustrated with the glacial pace their relationship develops, Kurt yanks his own shirt over his head while Blaine's downstairs refreshing their drinks. When his boyfriend does return, he doesn't react how Kurt wants him to however.

Blaine quickly grabs his shirt and pushes it in front of Kurt. "What are you doing Kurt? You know we can't."

He yanks his shirt over his head again before he glares at his boyfriend.

"We need to talk," he tells him before pulling Blaine down next to him.

Blaine looks uncomfortable but Kurt needs to get this out. "Can't or don't want to, Blaine? If it's the second you should tell me now."

Thankfully, his boyfriend immediately shakes his head. "God, Kurt. I want you so much, but I can't risk it."

Kurt only barely refrains from rolling his eyes. "Blaine, if you keep this up you'll always have excuses. Now, it's my dad, and I'm pretty sure that once we're back in New York it's going to be a problem that the age of consent is seventeen there. I'm not asking you to sleep with me," he's certain his face turns red, "I'm asking you to make out with me without our shirts on. If this relationship is going to work you need to trust that I can make my own decisions and that I will tell you when I'm not ready for something. You just can't keep treating me like a child. So unless I ask you to do something you're not ready for, you'll have to trust that I wouldn't ask for it if I'm not ready."

Blaine's shoulders slumped during his little speech and while he still looks conflicted when Kurt's done, his boyfriend nods.

"I just didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize you returning to New York with me. And maybe you're right. Maybe I didn't trust that you knew what you wanted. This is my first relationship as well so I guess we're bound to make mistakes."

"So we can agree that if we're both ready for something we can do it regardless of what my dad would think about it or what the laws says is okay?" Kurt asks, hopefull that he'll finally get what he wants.

"Yeah," Blaine smiles at him. "But not until we've put at least a few hundred miles between us and your dad. Deal?"

"Deal." Instead of shaking on it, they get back to doing what they know best - kissing until they're both breathless. Only this time Kurt doesn't mind it when their shirts stay on because he knows it's going to happen once they're back at school.

It takes Santana three days after returning to school to discard the eating disorder suspicion she had about Quinn. Three days of watching her best friend closely, holding back her hair when she throws up and supplying her with chewing gum afterward.

It isn't until she finds Quinn fretting over her calendar that she connects the dots and when she does she feels sick herself. It can't be possible, because don't people only get pregnant after their first time on conservative television shows where the pregnancy serves as a cautionary tale.

But try as she might, she doesn't come up with another explanation for her friend's sudden need to spend a lot of time over the toilet – and not just after meals.

She ignores the looks some older women give her at the CVS closest to campus when she purchases three different home pregnancy tests, telling them to mind their own business when she can't handle their judgment any longer.

At that moment she's really glad that Britt is the only one she's sleeping with – after losing her virginity to some boy way too young – so she never has to worry about stuff like that.

Luckily, Quinn's roommate Sarah's not in the room when she gets there and before Quinn can say anything she pushes her into the bathroom and hands over her purchases.

"I really hope I'm wrong, Q, but if I'm right you need to know as soon as possible so you can figure out what to do."

Quinn breaks down then and Santana lets her cry against her shoulder until she's finally composed enough again to take the first test from Santana's collection.

AN:Unfortunately, I don't think I will be able to update regularly. My newest gig is pretty much producing an independent movie on my own (which I've never done before), so I'm kinda stressed out right now. I'll probably be able to write more, once I've figured out the financing of that project :(