Kurt knew Blaine had hay fever. He'd never seen him suffering with it personally, but he'd seen the box of tablets in Blaine's cupboard numerous times. This meant he could easily get rid of said tablets, right? Just quickly slip them in his bag? Kurt had thought about it but decided it too cruel. He didn't want Blaine suffering from hay fever at all, never mind when it was technically his fault. Who knew how bad it could get? Besides, Kurt didn't need an excuse to convince himself he could kiss his boyfriend. No, Kurt was just going to have to leave that fact un-tested.

Or so he thought.

Blaine knocked on the door a little before eleven o'clock on the last Tuesday of the summer. It was a week before they went back to school and they wanted to spend as much time together as possible before they were separated by their respective schools, with Blaine having not made a decision about transferring. Kurt had suggested they put a picnic together and take a trip out to the patch of woods just outside Lima since the weather was going to be nice. He smiled widely when Kurt opened the door, pulling him into a hug.

"Love the footwear," Blaine announced, a smirk twisting at the corners of his mouth. Kurt looked down at his feet. He had on the slippers Finn had bought him for his birthday; furry and the shape of a monster's feet. They were quite possibly the most hideous slippers he'd ever seen, but Kurt had grown attached to them. He pulled away and wiggled his feet.

"What're you talking about? I'm not wearing anything on my feet!" Blaine feigned shock.

"Then I'm afraid you've begun an irreversible change! You're not going to eat me are you?" Kurt pretended to think and edged his face toward Blaine's.

"The urge may become too strong for me to resist," he whispered dramatically, pressing forward to kiss Blaine.

"I think I'd be okay with you eating me," Blaine muttered when they parted, grinning, "for the good of mankind, obviously."

"Oh yes, you wouldn't get any enjoyment out of it at all, would you?" Kurt winked, taking Blaine's hands, kicking the door closed with a furry foot and tugging him through to the kitchen.

"No, no, a completely selfless act!"

"You know, for some reason, I don't believe you." Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"I don't exactly believe me either," Blaine agreed.

They spent the next half hour getting various food ready to take with them. Kurt made sandwiches while Blaine chopped up fruit, carrot and celery and put it into plastic containers. They had the radio on and sang along loudly to everything, Blaine even singing along to the jingles on between songs.

When they had everything ready, they packed it all in the wicker basket Blaine had brought with him (because "what's a picnic without a proper basket, Kurt?"), Kurt put on some shoes that didn't belong to a monster and they climbed into Blaine's car.

They had the radio on in there too, rolling the windows all the way down and belting out lyrics as Blaine drove. They turned to look at each other as a song finished and Kurt noticed Blaine's eyes were red. Very red. He frowned.

"Are you okay? You're not crying, are you?" He asked, concerned.

"Hmm? What? No! Oh, no, no, I'm fine," Blaine babbled quickly, reaching up a hand to wipe away the drop of moisture running down his cheek, "Something's just…blown into my eye, that's all." He smiled brightly to reassure Kurt, who looked a little sceptical but let it drop as Blaine began enthusiastically singing along to the next song.

Twenty minutes later, they'd found a spot under a few trees that didn't block too much sunlight and were sat on a blanket, pulling out the food from the basket. Blaine immediately took the lid off a tub of grapes and popped three in his mouth before offering one to Kurt, who, of course, didn't even bother using his hands to take it.

After they'd eaten (and fed each other) as much as they wanted, they stretched out together, staring up at the mass of green above them, conversation passing easily and lazily with comfortable silences in between where they just enjoyed their surroundings.

That was until Blaine sneezed for about the eighth time, sniffing loudly and rubbing his reddened eyes. Kurt sat up from where he was laying on the blanket.

"Are you getting a cold or something? Because I am not kissing you if you're going to give me diseases." Blaine sighed.

"It's hay fever," He said, his voice sounding a little thick.

"How have you gone through the whole of summer, pretty much, and not had your hay fever break out?" Blaine looked sheepish.

"I usually take my tablets, but I ran out this morning and I figured it's only one day, so I'd be fine."

"Let me get this straight. You decided it would be a good idea to not take hay fever tablets in the middle of summer when there's pollen and grass and whatever else around and we're spending the day outside?" Blaine gave a slow nod. Kurt began to giggle.

"Hey, I just didn't want to waste any time this morning getting them. I wanted to see you." Blaine said in a small voice.

"You adorable idiot." Kurt laughed.

"This means you'll still kiss me, though, right? Kiss me better?" Blaine pouted. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"If I must," he sighed, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Blaine's. Blaine had only expected a peck since a) they were technically in a public place and b) he had hay fever and Blaine thought he must look totally disgusting.

But Kurt, wanting to make his, admittedly, sometimes quite stupid boyfriend, feel better, kept right on kissing him, hoping the book would be right. Blaine definitely didn't object, wrapping his arms round Kurt's back and bunching his shirt up in his hands. Kurt gripped Blaine's collar, pushing Blaine's mouth open gently with his tongue. They teased each other a little, pushing at each other's tongues before settling into a rhythm they'd grown to know well.

As the time their lips were attached increased, Blaine felt the sting in his eyes weakening, his nose seeming to become lighter, the pressure there relieving more and more until Kurt's teeth bit gently at his lip and he realised he could breathe. He took in a shaky breath. He took in a shaky breath through his nose. Blaine smiled before he could stop himself and Kurt felt it against his lips. A few seconds later, Kurt pulled away, pressing a dozen or so little kisses to Blaine's lips before detaching himself enough to whisper against them.

"Better?"

"Yeah. Yeah, much better, actually," Blaine replied, "I think your lips are magic or something." Kurt laughed.

"Must be something like that." After a moment, Kurt moved to stand up, but Blaine tightened his grip on him. Kurt sighed. "Do you want to get some tablets to sort out your hay fever or do you just want to leave it?"

"But your lips were sorting it just fine!"

"But my lips are only a temporary solution, Blaine," he countered.

"Well that just means you'll have to keep kissing me, doesn't it?" Blaine grinned.

"As tempting as that is, I would actually quite like some lips left by the end of today." Blaine stuck out his bottom lip.

"I can't believe you're denying me kisses, Kurt."

"I didn't say I wouldn't kiss you," he said, proving his point by quickly pressing their lips together, "I just said that I wouldn't kiss you to the point where I have no lips left."

"So kiss me one more time and then we can go get me some stupid tablets?"

"I think I can allow that."

It was another half hour before Kurt took Blaine's hand and pulled him up to set about finding the nearest store.