“Kurt!” Blaine breathed out with a warm smile, embracing Kurt instantly once the apartment door was open, as he always did.

“I want you to meet my dad,” Kurt blurted out as soon as he let Blaine into his apartment, toying with his hands, too nervous to let them rest at his sides.

Kurt hoped that Blaine wouldn't mind. He hoped it wouldn't freak him out. It was all he had been able to think about lately. It was about time Blaine met his father, and he wanted to plan the trip before the summer ended.

“Oh. Great,” Blaine simply replied, grinning.

Kurt could feel Blaine staring at his mouth and let out a muffled laugh when Blaine couldn't help but kiss him.

“Hey, we're supposed to actually pack this time. Ten more days, and I have to be out of here.”

“Right. Okay. Focus. Packing. Right.”

With their schedules and Blaine's distracting habits, the moving had managed to drag out from when Blaine had first asked him to move in with him in late May into the beginning of August.

“But, before we start, I want to show you something,” Kurt said, reaching behind the couch as Blaine took a seat on it. “I know it's not Broadway, but it's brilliant, nonetheless,” Kurt told Blaine, revealing a copy of Talking Book. “For your collection,” he shyly added.

“Stevie Wonder!” Blaine exclaimed.

“My dad used to sing this to me when I was sad,” Kurt explained, flipping over the record to point at the first song listed, “You Are the Sunshine of my Life”.

“Kurt, thank you.”

Since Kurt didn't have a record player, they pulled up the full album on YouTube, packing up what was left in Kurt's living room. And it was only when they were making out to the final song on the record that Kurt realized Blaine had successfully done it again.

“Alright, you distracted me,” Kurt murmured, pushing Blaine away gently. “Off.”

“I am known to be pretty distracting,” Blaine hummed out, waggling his eyebrows at Kurt before leaning forward to continue kissing his neck.

“I thought you said you were actually going to help me pack today,” Kurt said with a laugh.

“I thought you knew how irresistible you were.”

“Dork.” Kurt smiled fondly at Blaine. “Now, quit it. Do you want me to move in with you or not?”

“Of course, I do,” Blaine uttered, his hair a mess and eyes sparkling with emotion.

“Come on, then,” Kurt mumbled after a moment, pecking Blaine on the cheek before leading him from his seemingly empty living room to the room that needed the most work. His bedroom.

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine when he tried on his clothes. They were older pieces that had been his favorites in high school as the rest of his wardrobe, newer and mostly from New York, was already at Blaine's. Blaine was handling them improperly and slowing down Kurt's sorting process, but he couldn't even be that upset because Blaine looked cute in everything he tried on.

Kurt smiled over his shoulder at Blaine as he softly sang, leaning over piles of Kurt's sheet music. Kurt joined in on “Yes, My Heart” from Carnival, taking it up the octave. Blaine switched over to harmony, their voices layering pleasantly. Kurt managed to continue to sing through his smiling, glad that he was taking pictures and musical posters down from the wall so that Blaine couldn't see him about to burst from happiness. But it was simple moments of singing together that made Kurt realize just how lucky he had been to find Blaine. He hadn't had someone to sing with before.

It continued like this, Kurt packing and Blaine being adorable until Blaine called out softly.

“Kurt?”

“Hmm?” Kurt looked up from where he was boxing up his journals.

“Who's this?” Blaine asked, holding out a photograph.

Kurt got onto his feet, walking over to the other side of the room and bending down to rest his hand on his knees. He looked at the photo, then to the box Blaine had retrieved it from. Well, that explained it.

“Well, that's Adam.”

“Adam,” Blaine simply echoed, prompting Kurt to explain.

“I thought I told you about him. You know, when you mentioned your long string of lost lovers,” Kurt dramatically voiced, sitting in front of Blaine.

“Right. Adam. Your first boyfriend. But that was in passing, almost a year ago, nothing too in-depth… And it is not a ‘long string of lost lovers',” Blaine snorted.

“I'm sure they're certainly more interesting than Adam. Jeremiah, Nick, and… Rachel! Yes, let's hear about this Rachel.”

“Sure. But Adam first,” Blaine insisted, starting to sort through the contents of the box again.

“Alright. Hmm. Adam,” Kurt murmured. “Well, I met him at NYADA. He was nice. He was British. He was the first gay person around my age I had ever personally met. It was bound to happen,” Kurt offered, stopping when Blaine let out a dramatic gasp.

“Ooh, he is cute,” Blaine said, teasing a little and showing Kurt the headshot he had found.

“Dork,” Kurt huffed out, rolling his eyes. “Yes. He was cute. He could sing. And, I guess he was good in bed.”

Blaine's eyebrows rose. He smirked. “You guess?”

“I guess,” Kurt shrugged, laughing a little. “But, come on, I mean, he has to compete with you.”

“Oh, Kurt. Flattery will get you everywhere in the world,” Blaine replied, playing along. “But it went well, then, at least?”

“What?”

“Sex? Adam sex?” Blaine clarified.

“Oh my God, why are we talking about this?” Kurt asked.

“Kurt, you're blushing,” Blaine teased, only to regain his composure moments later, becoming serious again. “We're talking about this because we tell each other everything. And I promise to tell you all of the Rachel stories after this,” he mentioned in a sing-song way.

“God, I'm not sure I want to know,” Kurt laughed, wrinkling his nose. “Well, let's see…” Kurt squinted at the ceiling, his face still heated with embarrassment. “I mean, considering that I was staring at a British boy band poster a majority of the time…” Kurt trailed off, wondering how to finish the statement. He had never talked about his first time to anyone, and saying it aloud, even after all he had done with Blaine, took him back to the awkwardness of that moment. “I'd say pretty well.”

“A British boyband poster?” Blaine asked through the fit of chuckles that fell from his mouth.

“You think Im joking,” Kurt noted, amused by Blaine's amusement and only continuing the conversation once Blaine quit his near-wheezing.  “Adam was nice.” Kurt thumbed through the contents of the box. “He was careful. He asked a lot of questions, probably too many. He... Why am I telling you this again?”

“Because we tell each other things.”

“Right. It's just… it hasnt even been a year. It usually takes longer for me to pour my soul out to people, and now, well, I feel like you almost know everything about me,” Kurt mumbled around a smile.

“Nearly a year. Four months left,” Blaine reminded with a grin.

The statement made Kurt blink a bit. The schoolyear had passed so quickly. Their first year together. And now, so had the summer.

“And I want to know everything there is to know about Kurt Hummel.”

Kurt looked at Blaine, silent for a moment. He never let himself dream that anyone would ever think that, let alone say that to him.

“Were crazy, arent we? For doing this?” Kurt heaved a sigh, tightly shutting his eyes. “I havent even told my dad. Im afraid hed tell me this isnt the right thing and confirm that were psychos.”

“If its any consolation, youre an adorable psycho,” Blaine teased.

“Blaine, Im serious.”

“Look at me and tell me we arent right for not wanting to be apart more than we have to. Look at me.” Blaine's tone was so warm and pleading that Kurt begrudgingly glanced up at Blaine through his eyelashes. “See. And with our schedules, its not like we wont have space to just be individuals. We've practically been living together for a while now. Anyway, Kurt, weve talked about this. Its more of a financial decision anyway.”

“It still irks me that you wont let me pay half, you know,” Kurt huffed, fighting off a smile at Blaine's thoughtfulness.

“It still irks me that you think your company isnt payment enough.”

“That makes me sound like a high-end hooker,” Kurt said flatly, earning a laugh from Blaine, the kind that made his eyes squint up and have him leaning his head back only to curl into his chest and look up at Kurt like he was the greatest thing in the world.

“I could never treat you like a high-end hooker,” Blaine mumbled, crawling in between Kurt's legs and taking his face in his hands, kissing, slow and deep.

“Mm, come on. Help me finish this box and well call it a day on the whole packing thing,” Kurt offered with a smile.

“Ohhhh, the Adam box,” Blaine recalled in a wavering, deep voice while waving his hands about. He got to his feet, returning to his previous spot and reaching in to continuing helping Kurt sort.

“It is not an Adam box. It's a freshman year box,” Kurt defended, his voice high in the back of his throat.

“Yeah, yeah,” Blaine replied, chuckling. “I just like teasing you about it.”

“I've noticed. I'll probably throw most of it out. That's why I'm sorting it now. There's no point in carting something over to your place that's just going to be tossed out anyway.”

“Rough year?” Blaine checked, looking over an old concert program. He held up the paper in question, earning a nod from Kurt to trash it.

“It was my first year away from home and I didn't really have many friends. I'm not good at that sort of thing, I guess. I just kind of stayed cooped up here until I met Adam and then that happened.” Kurt leaned over, rummaging through the memories. “I don't regret it. I can't regret it because I barely even remember that time in my life.”

Kurt threw away his old class schedule and jury results before thinking back to two years ago.

“Everything I had with anyone was so put-upon at that time. Friendships, the Adam thing… I thought I was happy. I really did. Compared to what I had known in high school, I truly thought that how I was living was the best it could get with the fake relationships and shallow gatherings. But Adam knew. He knew I wasn't happy. So we broke up. Well, he broke up with me.”

“How?”

Kurt gave Blaine a closed mouth smile, pulling out the final object at the bottom of the box. He tossed it at Blaine, who fumbled to catch it. Kurt laughed, watching Blaine open the piece of paper.

“He left me a letter. After half a year, a letter.” Kurt made a face. “I was really pissed off at the time,” he laughed. “Looking back, I appreciate what he did because I probably would have fought him on it if he had tried to do it face-to-face. After all, we were so in love,” Kurt said with a roll of his eyes and a crooked smile. “Like I said, I thought I was happy. I didn't know what being happy really was.”

“What happened next?” Blaine set the letter aside, focusing on Kurt.

“I realized that I could learn,” Kurt finished simply, smiling at Blaine. “And I realized why my dad had been so adamant about giving me ‘the talk' before sending me off to college. As mortified as I was at the time, I get it now. Adam and I, we were only together for four months and he has this—this part of me, well, who I was, and now none of it means anything. It feels strange. That's why I was so careful before. With you.” Kurt stared at the now empty box instead of Blaine. “So, I make some more sense now, right? Why it took a while?”

“I have more perspective on the situation, sure. But, Kurt, you always made sense. I always respected that about you. You wanted it to mean something, and it did. It does every time,” Blaine said.

Kurt stayed quiet, taking everything in. He looked up at Blaine, meeting those gorgeous eyes and, naturally, Kurt smiled.

“You are such a good boyfriend.”

“I know,” Blaine answered with a dopey little grin. “Now,” Blaine placed the letter into the trash bag to punctuate the end of the cleaning session. “I'm going to show you what a good boyfriend I am. And I'm not going to need a British boyband poster to do it.”