Sunday, July 8 – Friday, July 13  

Something shifted inside Kurt as he slept wrapped in Blaine's arms that night.  A tiny part of himself that he'd never consciously acknowledged – the part that believed that Blaine would leave him if he saw Kurt at his most vulnerable – dissolved in the ocean of Blaine's acceptance and love.

Kurt woke up early on Sunday, feeling refreshed.  He slid carefully out of bed, trying not to wake Blaine.  A few minutes later, Kurt returned from the bathroom to find Blaine smiling sleepily up at him.  

“Where'd you go?”

“I needed to pee.  And I wanted to brush my teeth.”

“Hmm, good idea.”

While Blaine was in the bathroom, Kurt slipped back into bed.  He nuzzled down into his pillow, breathing in the scent of Blaine's shampoo.  When Blaine came out of the bathroom, Kurt lifted the edge of the blanket, inviting Blaine to join him.

Blaine slid in beside Kurt, kissing him on the tip of his nose.

“Good morning.”

“Mmm.  Good morning.”

“What did you want to do today?” Blaine asked.  “If it heats up, I thought it might be fun to ride out to the pond for a swim.”

“I'm not thinking that far ahead,” Kurt replied with a gleam in his eye.  “Now that I've got you back in my bed, and with fresh breath and everything, I'm in no hurry to get up.”

“No argument here,” Blaine said, snuggling closer.

An hour later, the boys were still in bed, trading lazy kisses.  Kurt was reminded of one of his mother's favorite expressions: “slow as molasses.”  That's how he felt right now – as though his body was slowly melting, sticky and sweet, into Blaine's.

When he found himself once again on top of Blaine, he began rocking his hips languidly down.  Feeling Blaine pull away from their kiss, Kurt opened his eyes to find Blaine gazing at him in concern.

Before Blaine could ask, Kurt reassured him.  “It's okay.  I'm ready for this.  And I know that, if at any point I feel like it's too much, I can just tell you and we'll stop.  So don't worry, okay?”

“Okay.”

Kurt brought their lips back together.  He could feel Blaine smiling.  He smiled, too, gently sucking at Blaine's lower lip.

Blaine moaned and brought one hand to Kurt's ass, shifting slightly so that he could pull their hips more tightly together.  Kurt thrust down against him, reveling in the way Blaine arched up to meet him.  

As the heat built between them, Kurt lost track of Blaine's hands, Blaine's mouth, everything but Blaine's erection as it rubbed so tantalizingly against his own through the thin fabric of their pajamas.  Blaine tensed beneath him and then bucked up sharply as both boys came with a cry.  

Kurt collapsed on top of his boyfriend, laughing.

“What's so funny?”

“I can't believe we just did that.”

“Why not?”

“I don't know, it just struck me as funny.”

Blaine looked at him, then burst out laughing, too.

Soon both boys were rolling around on the bed, giggling uncontrollably.

An hour later, Kurt was still feeling a little giddy as he and Blaine stood in the empty dining hall.

“Looks like we missed breakfast,” Blaine observed cheerfully.  “Want me to make you some French toast?” 

“That sounds great.”

Kurt followed Blaine into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, watching, impressed, as his boyfriend gathered the ingredients and began to prepare their breakfast.  He decided that he liked seeing this domestic side of Blaine.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine from behind, resting his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder as he watched him flip the French toast.  “You're really good at that,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Blaine's neck.

“Someone's feeling friendly this morning,” drawled Robert's voice from behind them.

“I just really like French toast,” Kurt said, as casually as he could, dropping his arms and taking a step backwards.

“I can make more, if you're hungry,” Blaine offered.

“No, that's okay, I just came in to grab a snack to take out on the trail.”

Robert took a couple of apples out of the bowl on the counter, giving the boys a knowing look before heading back out of the kitchen.

“Do you think he suspects?” Blaine asked.

“He'd have to be blind not to.  Do you think he'll say anything?”

“I don't know, and right now, I don't care.  Breakfast is served!”

After breakfast, Kurt and Blaine made themselves a picnic lunch.  They decided it was a little too cool to go swimming, so they saddled up their horses and headed out on a sunny trail along the ridge.  When they came to a spot with a lovely view out over the canyon, they ground-tied their horses and settled down for lunch, leaning side-by-side against the thick trunk of a fallen tree.

After they had been eating in companionable silence for a few minutes, Kurt turned to Blaine and asked, “What do you think counts as losing your virginity?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know, for straight guys it's the whole penis-in-vagina thing that they teach you about in health class.  But if you're gay, there's obviously no vagina involved.”

“Obviously.”

“So, what counts as sex?  Do blow jobs count?  Or does it have to be anal sex?  Or is it just any time two people have an orgasm together, or what?”

“I think everything counts.”

“So, does that mean we just lost our virginity together this morning?”

“Well, I guess you get to define that for yourself.  For me, I'd say yes, I feel like I lost my virginity with you this morning.  But that's just one kind of virginity.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I feel like any time two people experience something together that they've never done before, then they're losing their virginity to each other.”

“So then every time we try something new, we lose our virginity all over again?”

“Yeah.  Doesn't that sound like fun?”

“I don't know,” Kurt teased.  “I wouldn't want you to think I'm easy.”

Blaine, never one to pass up a possible song cue, broke into the chorus of “Easy Like Sunday Morning.” 

Kurt pretended to roll his eyes, then bumped their shoulders together and joined in.

Returning to the main camp that afternoon, Kurt felt a little self-conscious when he and Blaine ran into Robert.  What did Robert know, or suspect?  He searched the older man's face for signs of judgement, but when Robert simply greeted them with the same open, easy friendliness he always showed, Kurt began to relax.

That evening at dinner, Kurt felt like David's eyes were on them more often than usual.  When Kurt asked Blaine about it later, his boyfriend said he hadn't noticed anything, and told him not to worry.

On Monday and Tuesday, there were several times when Kurt could have sworn that both Ryan and David were giving him and Blaine funny looks.  However, as the week wore on, and no one confronted them, he began to believe that Robert must not have said anything.  They seemed to be in the clear.

After dinner on Friday, however, Ryan asked Kurt and Blaine if he could talk to them.  Although this was phrased as a request, it was apparent to Kurt that – coming from their boss – it was actually an order.  

With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Kurt followed Ryan and David out of the dining hall and up the stairs of the big old farmhouse.  He had always been curious to see the second story, where the camp's owners – first Uncle Mike and Aunt Lisa, and now David and Ryan – lived.  Now, however, he could barely bring himself to look around.  He glanced back at Blaine, who looked as nervous as he felt.

“Don't worry,” Ryan said, “you're not in trouble.”

“We just wanted to ask you about something that Robert mentioned,” David added.

“Um,” Kurt began, looking frantically at Blaine, and wishing they'd discussed what they would say if they were questioned.

Blaine stepped forward, grabbing Kurt's hand.  “It's true that we're a couple,” he said, sounding surprisingly sure of himself.  “I hope that's not a problem for you.”

“Relax,” Ryan said.  “We told you you're not in trouble.  I just wish you'd felt like you could share this with us.”

“I'm sorry,” Kurt said, finally finding his voice.  “We were afraid that you'd think it might interfere with our work.  Which I promise you it won't.”

“We're not worried about that,” David said.  “Being a couple has never interfered with our ability to work together.”

“Wait – what?!  You guys are a couple?!?”

“Yes,” said Ryan, smiling.  “The older staff members – Robert, Zach, Ian, and Brad, who've known us since we were kids – have always known.  And we haven't gone out of our way to hide our relationship from anyone else.  It's just that we've always followed the example set by Uncle Mike and Aunt Lisa.  They never engaged in public displays of affection, and in fact lots of the boys never knew whether they were husband and wife or brother and sister.  We just figured that, working with kids, it was best to keep our private lives private.”

“We can totally do that,” Blaine said, and Kurt nodded his head in agreement.

“Good,” said David.  “Now, while you're up here, would you like us to give you a tour?”

“That would be great.”