There was a breeze; chilly and salty, the kind that brought the sea with it, that ruffled hair and clothes, and yet, still warm enough to cling onto the remnants of summer.

Strong arms encircled the taller boy’s waist, a chin propped up on his shoulder, as they looked out into the sea, wishing they could stay like this forever. He brought his fingers down, splayed over the tan arms that were steadily holding onto him, caressing them gently, a sigh escaping his lips.

Lips turned inwards to press against the side of his neck, lingering, with a gust of warm breath. He turned his face up to look into the warm hazel eyes that he got lost in so often. “I’m going back to New York tomorrow,” he whispered, turning around in the other man’s arms, pressing their foreheads together, sharing breath, silky brown hair ruffling in the end of summer breeze. “Is this the end?”

“No,” Blaine whispered back, shaking his head and bringing his hand up to move some of Kurt’s hair out of his face gently, offering him a small, but warm smile. “It’s only the beginning.”