Sunday, July 1 – Saturday, July 7

Blaine reluctantly agreed to the idea of sleeping apart, in the interests of being well-rested for their job, as long as Kurt would promise to cuddle with him every evening.  Kurt countered with the condition that cuddling would have to take place before the campfire, rather than afterwards, so that they wouldn't be tempted to let it stretch past bedtime.  After a little more back-and-forth, and a few kisses thrown in to sweeten the deal, they finally reached an agreement.         

On Sunday evening, Blaine hurried Kurt away from the dining hall right after dinner.  As soon as they reached the bunkhouse, he threw himself down on top of the blanket on the bottom bunk and patted the space next to him.  “C'mere.”

“Blaine, get off of my bed!”

“You said we could cuddle!”

“Blaine!”

“What?!”

“Look at your feet!”

Blaine glanced down at his feet.  “Oops,” he said apologetically, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.  “I guess I should take my boots off.”

“Ya think?” Kurt asked acidly.

“Sorry,” Blaine said, pulling off the offending boots.  “I've just really been looking forward to cuddling with you all day.  Forgive me?”

Looking down at his boyfriend's hopeful face, Kurt couldn't stay mad.  He sat down on the bed next to Blaine.  “Of course,” he said, taking off his own boots.

Blaine surreptitiously brushed some dirt from the blanket before lying back down.  He pulled Kurt down in front of him, wrapping him in his arms.  

“My turn to be the big spoon.”

“Mmm, okay,” Kurt said, snuggling back into Blaine's warmth.  “This feels good.”

“It really does, doesn't it?”

Kurt interlaced his fingers with Blaine's and brought them to his lips.  Blaine hummed contentedly and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.

After a few minutes, Kurt rolled over onto his back and Blaine snuggled against his chest.  They lay quietly like that for a while, and Kurt was just beginning to doze off when Blaine asked, “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

Kurt was caught off guard by the question.  “Why would you even need to ask?”

“Well, we've never kissed lying down before.  And I know that you want to take things slowly, and that you worry about one thing leading to another, and I promised I wasn't going to push you, so I just thought I'd better check.”

“It's fine, Blaine,” Kurt said, smiling.

Blaine kissed him, tentatively at first, and then with more warmth.  Kurt returned the kiss, a little surprised to discover that it really did feel different to be doing this lying down.

He was startled by the sound of Blaine's alarm going off.

“Damn,” Blaine said.  “We need to go to the campfire.”

Kurt sighed and forced himself to get up.  “Saved by the bell,” he thought. 

Monday evening found Kurt and Blaine cuddled back up together on the bed.  This time Kurt took the initiative, leaning over Blaine and bringing their lips together.  Blaine reached up, pulling Kurt down on top of him.  

Kurt sucked in a sharp breath, and Blaine looked at him questioningly.  “Is this okay?”

“Um, yeah…um, just…um, you know…um…” Kurt stammered, as all of the blood rushed away from his brain, leaving him incapable of forming a complete sentence.

“Yeah, I know,” Blaine smiled, bringing their lips back together.

Kurt hesitated for a moment, then kissed him back passionately.  This time, when the alarm went off, Kurt wanted to hurl it across the room.

By Saturday evening, Kurt was ready to explode.  He and Blaine had been growing bolder, and he didn't know how much more of this he could take.  Every evening, it had been getting harder and harder for him to drag himself out of bed in time for the campfire.  Now, with no chance of being interrupted by the alarm, and wearing comfy pajamas instead of their more restrictive jeans, it seemed like things could easily get out of hand.

Kurt moaned as Blaine nibbled across his neck, fisting his hand into Blaine's hair.  His hips involuntarily bucked up as Blaine sucked hard at a spot just below his ear.  Feeling Blaine's erection pressing against his own, Kurt found that he couldn't remember why he'd wanted to take things slowly.

What had he been afraid of?  This was Blaine.  He loved Blaine.  He trusted Blaine.  And right now, he wanted Blaine.

With a growl, Kurt flipped them over, pinning Blaine beneath him.  He seized Blaine's lips in a fierce kiss, grinding his hips down boldly.  Blaine gasped in surprise, then returned the kiss with equal passion.  Soon, both boys were rocking rhythmically together.  Kurt could feel tension coiling within him.  He dropped his head against Blaine's neck, panting.

Suddenly, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips with both hands, holding him still.  “Kurt, are you okay?” he asked, voice rough and low, but sounding concerned.

“Yeah.”

“Kurt, you're shaking.”

“What?”

“You're shaking,” Blaine repeated, “and I think you're hyperventilating.”

Kurt realized with a jolt of surprise that it was true.  His whole body was trembling uncontrollably.  His lips were numb, his fingers were tingling, and he couldn't feel his feet.  He tried to take a steadying breath, and felt the hot sting of tears in his eyes.  “Sorry,” he choked out, embarrassed.

“Shh,” Blaine soothed, scooting partially out from under him and pulling Kurt's head down against his chest.  “It's okay.  There's nothing to be sorry about.  You know we never need to do anything you don't want to, right?”

“But I do want to.  So what's wrong with me?”

“Kurt, baby, nothing's wrong with you.  Weren't you the one who told me that just because you want something, that doesn't necessarily mean you're ready for it?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, something's telling me you're not quite ready for this.  And it's okay.  I'm not in any hurry.”

“You're not mad?”

“Of course I'm not mad,” Blaine said, squeezing Kurt more tightly and placing a kiss on his forehead.  “I love you.  And I'm happy just to lie here holding you until it's time to go to sleep.”

Snuggled up next to his boyfriend, with his head pillowed on Blaine's chest as Blaine slowly ran his fingers through his hair, Kurt gradually felt his quivering ease and his breathing return to normal.  “Would you stay here with me tonight?” he asked.

“I'd love to.”