Blaine shot up from where he'd been laying as Kurt's voice found the first few notes. Rachel had said he was good, but she didn't say he was this good.

Kurt had his eyes trained on the paper, so he didn't see Blaine staring openly at him. He also didn't see the wetness that had formed at the corners of his eyes or the way he got up and moved over to where Kurt was standing.

Kurt had just finished the first chorus and looked up from the paper, startled to see Blaine immediately next to him. Blaine's eyes shone wet with tears.

"Blaine, are you-?"

And then Blaine's lips were on his. The papers fluttered to the floor, forgotten as Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. He felt the strong arms move around his waist, pulling their bodies together, and melted into the kiss.

Blaine's mouth was warm and inviting, pressing firmly against his own. Somewhere in the back of his head, Kurt knew they shouldn't be doing this, but a bigger part of him- the part that was currently running his fingers through Blaine's curls and sighing contentedly against the other boys lips- didn't care.

Blaine pulled back after a minute, his breathing heavy. He didn't let go of Kurt, but pressed their foreheads together.

"Kurt...I can't...you never...that was incredible."

Kurt smirked, "The song or the kiss?"

"Both. I never knew you were so talented, and I've never heard that song performed so beautifully. You just..."

Unable to find the appropriate words, he kissed Kurt again, walking backward and guiding them toward his mattress.

They fell onto the bed, Kurt laying awkwardly on top of Blaine as their mouths moved against each other. Blaine felt the moan vibrate in his throat as he parted his lips and pressed his tongue tentatively against Kurt's. Kurt's breath hitched at the sensation, feeling the tingle it sent down his spine, but opened his mouth and allowed Blaine's tongue to find his own.

It was an odd sensation at first, but Kurt tried to relax and leaned into it. He thought Blaine was making quite a bit of noise before he realized- is that me? Oh god.

Then Blaine's hands were wandering, stroking Kurt's jaw and trailing down his neck. They moved down his sides, running over his back and shoulders and eliciting a soft groan of approval from Kurt.

He shifted himself slightly and felt Blaine hard against his thigh. Oh...

Blaine pulled away, blushing furiously. "Sorry. I just..."

"Shh...less talking. More kissing." Kurt leaned down again, covering Blaine's mouth with his own and earning a moan of pleasure from the other boy. He knew they were edging into a new territory, but he was certain that they wouldn't go any further than making out and maybe some groping- this was camp after all.

Blaine grabbed around Kurt's middle and rolled them so that he was now on top. He held himself up over Kurt, his breathing heavy and looking down at him with bright eyes. Kurt's lips were slightly swollen, his eyes half-lidded and he looked stunning.

"You really are something, you know that, Kurt?"

Kurt smiled up at him, running a hand along the stubble that had formed on Blaine's jaw. Blaine leaned into the touch, kissing the palm of Kurt's hand as he closed his eyes and sighed.

"What's the matter?" Kurt asked, his brow furrowing.

"As much as I enjoy this, campfire is in a few hours and we haven't exactly practiced the song."

Kurt frowned. "I hate to say it, but you're right." He leaned his head up and kissed at a spot on Blaine's neck that he could reach. "This is so much more fun though."

Blaine reluctantly moved off of Kurt and lay down beside him, pressing lazy kisses to anywhere he could reach on Kurt's face and neck. "It is. And I may have to insist on more of it. But for now, we should rehearse."

The campfire that night was everything Kurt had hoped it would be and more. Orion introduced them as "The songbirds, Sparrow and Warbler!" and they'd walked up to the front, nearly a hundred faces staring back at them. The campfire was warm at their backs as they exchanged a glance and a smile. Blaine took a moment to explain the story behind the song, and encouraged everyone to hum along at the end when it came.

He begun plucking out the first few chords of the song, his rich tenor voice ringing out in the night. When Kurt joined him on the first chorus, singing a harmony, he watched the faces of the crowd. A number of them just seemed to be enjoying the song, but he saw a few eyebrows raise when he opened his mouth.

Kurt took over the second verse, just as they'd planned, and Blaine met up with him again on the chorus. They hummed the last verse and chorus together without the guitar accompaniment and were pleased to hear several other voices joining them. They finished up to a round of applause and took their bows before returning to sit with their cabin on the logs.

"That was great!" Kurt whispered. "You were amazing. That couldn't have gone any better. Everyone seemed to love it."

Kurt could make out Blaine's smile in the firelight. "You were amazing too. I'm so happy we were able to do this. Thank you." He put his hand over Kurt's and squeezed briefly before returning it to his lap.

Blaine had to fight the urge to hold Kurt's hand for the rest of the evening, only letting it brush against his momentarily as they stood outside the restrooms waiting for their boys to get ready for bed.

It was Blaine's turn that night to go around to each bunk and say goodnights. He saved Kurt for last, finding his hand in the darkness and following it up until he could stroke his cheek softly. He felt the lips press to his fingers and smiled.

"Goodnight, Sparrow."

"Goodnight, Warbler."