Sunday, August 26 – Tuesday, August 28

Kurt awoke on Sunday to the feeling of Blaine's lips, warm against his shoulder.  He let out a pleased little hum, rolling over onto his back and pulling his boyfriend into a languid kiss.  He could feel Blaine smiling against his lips.

“Good morning.”

“I can't believe it's our last morning at camp.”

“Well, let's make it one to remember,” Blaine murmured, kissing his way down Kurt's neck.

Kurt hummed his assent, and Blaine slid his tongue over to one taut nipple.  Kurt shuddered, still a little surprised by how good that always felt.  He arched up into his boyfriend's lips.

As Blaine began trailing his kisses lower and lower, though, Kurt tangled his fingers in his curls and pulled him back up.  “I know it's crazy to pass up the opportunity for a blow job,” he said, “but I just feel like you're too far away down there.”

Blaine smiled at him, sliding up and bringing their bodies flush together.  “I know what you mean.  It feels really good to hold you like this.”

Kurt brought their lips together, soft and gentle.  Blaine responded in kind, kissing back sweet and slow.  The boys lay like that for a long time, trading kisses that gradually deepened from tender to passionate.  

Eventually, Blaine began rolling his hips down, sliding their cocks together.  Kurt brought both hands to his boyfriend's ass, squeezing rhythmically with his every thrust.  Soon the boys were moaning and panting into each other's mouths as they rutted together.  Kurt came first, and Blaine followed right behind him, hips stuttering.

Kurt slid his hands up his boyfriend's back, pulling him impossibly closer.  There was something so comforting about Blaine's weight on him, the full length of his body pressing Kurt into the bed.  He released a heavy sigh.

Kurt was just beginning to drift back to sleep when Blaine started to roll off of him.  “Where are you going?” he asked, trying to hold his boyfriend in place.

“The farewell brunch starts in forty-five minutes, and I thought it might be kind of tacky to show up naked, covered in dried come.”

Kurt laughed.  “Well, when you put it that way, I guess I should let you get up and hop in the shower.  Wake me up when you come out, okay?”

Blaine kissed him before rolling out of bed.  Kurt closed his eyes and allowed himself to doze.  It wasn't long before he was awakened by a kiss.  “Okay, Sleeping Beauty, your turn to get ready for the ball.”

“I think you're mixing up your fairy tales, there, honey.  Cinderella was the one who went to the ball.”

“Whatever.  You're more like Prince Charming, anyway.  Just get your gorgeous fairytale ass into the shower, so we can go have brunch.  I'm starving!”

“I guess you burned up a lot more calories than usual, being on top, huh?  You're used to just lying back and letting me do all the work,” Kurt teased.

“Shut up and get in the shower,” Blaine said, but he was smiling.

Brunch was a bittersweet affair, filled with talk and laughter, hugs and promises to keep in touch.  Once they'd said farewell to all of their friends, there was nothing left for Kurt and Blaine to do but return to their bunkhouse to pack up.           

It didn't take long to get everything into their cars.  Closing the door to the place that had been their home all summer, the boys stood together awkwardly, not knowing how to leave.

Blaine broke the silence.  “I don't want to say goodbye.”

“It's not goodbye, it's just see you in a couple of days.”

“Yeah, but a couple of days is a long time.  We haven't been apart for more than a couple of hours this whole summer.”

“I know.  And I don't like this any more than you do,” Kurt admitted.  “But I'm trying to put on a brave front, here, so please do the same, before you make me cry.”

Blaine gave him a watery smile.  “Okay.  See you in a couple of days, then,” he said, pulling Kurt into a fierce hug.

Forcing himself to let go was one of the hardest things Kurt had ever had to do.  With one last squeeze, and a final “I love you,” he released his boyfriend and got into his car.  He couldn't bear to look in the rearview mirror as he drove away, knowing that Blaine would stand there watching until his car was out of sight.  He blinked away the sudden wetness in his eyes, reminding himself that he'd see Blaine again soon.

As it turned out, Kurt barely had time to focus on how much he missed Blaine in the whirlwind of the next couple of days.  Although he'd expected to have a quiet dinner with his family on Sunday night, a bunch of his relatives showed up for an impromptu welcome-back-from-camp/going-away-to-college party.  The raucous family gathering kept him completely occupied until bedtime.   

Kurt spent most of the day on Monday sorting through his things, boxing up the stuff he wanted to ship to New York, and packing his suitcases for the plane.  One of Cooper's friends had found them an affordable loft in Bushwick, and had even arranged to have a bed delivered on the afternoon they arrived.  Kurt figured that was all he and Blaine would need for their first night, and he was looking forward to shopping with his boyfriend to furnish the rest of their apartment.  

Since their flight left early on Wednesday morning from the Columbus airport, Kurt planned to spend Tuesday night at Blaine's house in Westerville.  Kurt had mixed feelings as he said goodbye to Carole and Finn on Tuesday afternoon.  He knew he would miss them, but his sadness was tempered by excitement about seeing Blaine again.  Over the summer he had grown used to being away from his family, but the unfamiliar experience of being away from his boyfriend was causing a constant, hollow ache in his chest. 

The two-hour drive to Westerville with his dad was uneventful, but seemed to Kurt (impatient as he was to see his boyfriend) to take forever.  He had to keep reminding himself that he and Blaine had only spent one full day apart.  It was hard to imagine how they had ever survived those years when they had to go from the end of one summer to the beginning of the next with nothing but letters. 

A block away from Blaine's house, Kurt's dad pulled over and stopped the car.  Turning sideways in his seat, he asked, “You scared?”

Kurt thought about what it meant to be leaving home.  “Terrified.”

“New York is gonna be a breeze, compared to Lima.  Think about all the crap you've been putting up with the last couple of years.  You know the difference between this place and New York?”

“Decent bagels?” Kurt asked, putting on a brave face.

“New York is filled with people like you.  People who aren't afraid to be different.  You're gonna feel at home there.”

“You truly are the world's greatest dad.”

“I know.  It's written on the coffee mug you got me for Father's Day.”

Kurt's dad gave him a tight hug.  “Now let's get moving.  Blaine's waiting for you.”

“I'm gonna miss you, Dad.  I love you.”

“I love you too, Kurt.”

Kurt had barely stepped out of the car when his boyfriend came flying out of the house and caught him up in a whirling hug.  Kurt was almost knocked off his feet.  He staggered, trying to keep his balance as Blaine simultaneously squeezed, spun, and jumped up and down, laughing like a maniac.  

Kurt started laughing, too, his whole body flooding with relief at finally being back in Blaine's arms.  “God, I missed you!”  

“Let's never spend that long apart again.”

“Never.”