The sun had set, the lamps were lit, and the party was officially in full swing. Various Warblers were laughing loudly into the night, all scattered about on the giant back patio, music thrumming through the small speakers strategically placed in corners of the awning. It was a warm spring evening and Kurt stood off to the side, watching the festivities as he held a soda can in his hand.

Wes and David were throwing a joint graduation party and they had invited all of the Warblers, but Kurt, well…he felt a little out of place.

Sure, they were all pretty good friends. They spent too much time together to not be friends. But when everyone began retelling stories from the good old days, the years Kurt hadn’t been with them, he felt a little awkward and his smile had been strained.

But his boyfriend had begged him to tag along, so he simply stood and watched as Blaine laughed along with his friends, a few of whom would be leaving them to attend college in just a few short months.

Wes’ house was freaking massive and his parents had disappeared inside about an hour ago, leaving the boys to themselves. The house was nestled a fair distance from any others, settled on a large lot of land. Kurt looked out past the patio and it was pitch black in the distance, but earlier he could see clumps of trees and an old fence that lined the property.

“Having fun?”

Kurt turned to see Blaine standing with a bottle of root beer and a relaxed smile on his face.

“Sure,” Kurt replied, taking a drink from his can of soda.

“…Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Kurt said immediately.

Blaine took a step closer and slid an arm around Kurt’s waist, his hand resting solidly on Kurt’s hip bone. He dropped his chin onto Kurt’s shoulder and his voice turned soft.

“I feel like I’ve been ignoring you all night.”

“Not at all,” Kurt said, kissing Blaine’s warm forehead. “You’re having fun with your friends.”

“They’re your friends too.”

“Not the way they’re yours. And that’s okay.”

He could feel Blaine’s curious gaze on his cheek. He didn’t really know what else to say about the situation because yeah, maybe Blaine’s been interacting with everyone else a bit more than him all evening, but it was totally understandable. This was the last time he was going to see some of them. Kurt would have plenty of time to spend with Blaine in the future.

Well, as much time as he could, depending on how long Blaine felt like keeping him around.

“Come on,” Blaine said suddenly, taking Kurt’s soda and setting it and his bottle of root beer down on the nearest table.

“Wha-”

“We’ll be back in a bit, guys!” Blaine called to the rest of the Warblers.

Kurt was pretty sure he heard a fair amount of whistling as Blaine ushered him off the patio, guiding him into the darkness. He slipped his arm from around Kurt’s waist and twined their fingers together.

“Where are we going?” Kurt felt the need to ask because it was really dark and he didn’t know the lay of the ground at all.

“To the edge of the property,” Blaine explained as he led them away from the sounds of music and laughter. “Don’t worry. I’m not stealing you away.”

Kurt’s lips quirked up into a tiny smile. “I’m not sure I’d have a problem with you stealing me away.”

Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt’s hand, pulling him just a little bit closer so that their shoulders brushed together while they traipsed through the grass that got progressively taller on their short journey.

“How do you know where you’re going? I can barely see anything.”

“We had a lot of party type things here last summer,” Blaine told him. “We’d set up tents and do stupid stuff and we’d drink whole cases of Red Bull and run around in the dark. I’ve just been out here a lot.”

It was odd because that really just did not sound like something Kurt would enjoy, but it was still something else he had missed out on when he was at McKinley. He had plenty of memories with his friends, some very good, some total crap, but he was here now; he was part of this group and it stung a little to know he’d never take part in some of the things they talked about.

Blaine dragged him past a few trees and the music seemed very far away now, but Kurt’s eyes were beginning to adjust to the pitch black of night.

“Here,” Blaine said, tugging Kurt in front of him. “Hop up.”

Kurt felt around behind him blindly, and sure enough there was the low lying, flat-topped, wooden fence.

“…Blaine, these jeans cost over two hundred dollars. I’m not sitting on some old dirty fence.”

“You can wash them. They’ll be fine.”

Ugh, the things he did for this boy, Kurt thought to himself as he gingerly sat on the edge of the fence. As soon as he was settled, he felt Blaine’s strong hands slide slowly up the front of his thighs, pinky fingers tracing the outer seams of his jeans before they slipped up to grip his hips.

“You weren’t having any fun at all were you?” Blaine finally asked into the calm silence.

Kurt simply shrugged.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you,” Blaine tried to say.

“You weren’t,” Kurt assured him, his fingertips caressing Blaine’s outstretched arms. “I do understand the fact that you won’t see some of them again. I do.”

“But you didn’t even want to come,” Blaine said and Kurt thought he could sense a bit of guilt in Blaine’s words. “I made you.”

“Blaine,” Kurt said flatly, “do you honestly think you can make me do something I really don’t want to do?”

“…I…guess not.”

“I came because you wanted me to. But you didn’t make me do anything.”

“But you’ve been bored all night and that makes me feel bad,” Blaine said quietly, scooting closer and standing between Kurt’s spread legs.

“Don’t,” Kurt said. He lifted a steady hand and threaded his fingers through Blaine’s, for once, gel-free curls. “We’ll have plenty of time together.”

As he was about to drop his hand, Blaine captured it in his own and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle, dry kiss to the inside of Kurt’s wrist. Kurt’s breath stuttered in his chest because honestly, he was still getting used to all this; he’d been denied such tactile sensations, such simple gestures and to have Blaine do things like that, just because he could…it meant far more to him than Blaine probably understood. They were boyfriends and they could do things like that. They could hold hands and walk through a field, they could share secret little smiles, and they could stare into each other’s eyes without saying a thing, which is exactly what Blaine was doing now.

“You’re beautiful with the moonlight on your face,” Blaine whispered.

And good lord, Blaine knew exactly how to make him swoon. Kurt knew Blaine couldn’t tell, but he was blushing furiously at the moment so he ducked his head instinctively. He was always a little embarrassed when Blaine caught him blushing at something he said. He didn’t really know why, but it was true.

“I wish someone had said things like that to you before,” Blaine said. “I hate that no one did. Because sometimes I think you don’t know just how much you’re worth.”

“You don’t – you don’t have to-”

“Don’t,” Blaine interrupted, moving in even closer.

The warmth of their bodies pressed so close was almost too much in the heated spring evening. Blaine slid his finger under Kurt’s chin, lifting his head slowly and Kurt’s eyes searched Blaine’s face. His cheeks were full and turned up in an almost sad smile and his cheeks were shadowed by the moonlight filtering in through the sparse trees. His eyes glittered and it looked like tiny specks of diamonds rimmed the wide irises.

“Fireflies,” Blaine suddenly said.

“W-what?”

“Look.”

Sure enough, dozens of little blinking lights littered the air around them. They dotted the night, nearly sparkling, glittering like Blaine’s pretty eyes and the sounds of crickets hidden in the grass chirped a continuous, simple melody.

“I used to catch them in jars when I was little,” Blaine told him with a reminiscent smile. “I’d catch them two by two and tell them they were married.”

If that wasn’t one of the most adorable things Kurt had ever heard…well then adorable just didn’t exist.

Kurt released a hushed little giggle and let his forehead fall against Blaine’s. He could feel Blaine’s soft, curly locks against his skin and to be perfectly honest, the moment couldn’t get any more perfect.

“I love you,” Blaine breathed in between them, like a sigh, like a wish, like a promise.

Oh.

So maybe it could be a little bit more perfect.

They’d never said ‘I love you’ before.

But amidst the soft light of fireflies, on an old, flat-topped fence, under the glowing moon…yeah. This was the perfect place to be loved. And it was the perfect place to love someone back.

“I love you, too.”

At the return of the sentiment, Blaine trailed his hands up the side of Kurt’s arms and framed his face delicately, as though his skin was precious and breakable. He tilted his head up, angling it just so, and pressed their lips together in a slight, soft, wisp of a kiss.

Yes. They’d have plenty of time together in the future. Because Blaine made him feel like he was worth everything in this world and more.

END.