"Kuuuuuuuuurrrrtttt," Blaine whined, catching his boyfriends attention. Kurt glanced up from his magazine to the pool, peering over the top of his sunglasses. "Get in the water." He sighed to himself softly, but he put down his magazine and walked over to the edge of the pool, sitting down and dangling his legs in the water, Blaine swimming over to stand in front of him.

"Hi," Kurt said down to his boyfriend, still happy to be seeing him after spending so much of the summer so far together. Blaine smiled, looking up at him through his eyelashes.

"Hey, cutie. Are you getting in?" Kurt looked around the pool at all the others- Jeff was on Nicks shoulders playing chicken against Hadley and Luke; Jaz, Marley and Unique were sitting on the edge not unlike he was; Leo and Ethan were attached by the mouth to one another in a corner of the pool; and Erica was sitting on the side with her nose in a book. It was well and truly summer and he had never been more thankful for his well off prep school friends and the Duvals pool.

"I didnt plan on it," Kurt explained, "if I take my shirt off then Ill burn and Im not being that shirt-in-the-pool guy." Blaine hopped up onto the edge beside Kurt.

"Then wed better get you SPFd up." He kissed Kurt quickly, not catching much more than the corner of his mouth, and moved over towards where Kurt had been sitting before beside Erica, finding his sunscreen. Kurt hesitated for a moment before joining him, as Blaine dried his hands on a towel. At least Blaine knew to dry off his hands- and Kurt silently thanked whatever god was listening for the fact he hadnt bothered to dry off anything else, his chest still dripping. "Okay, Kurt, shirt off."

"Like them forceful, huh, Kurtsies?" Erica teased, not even looking up from her book. Kurt rolled his eyes before he unbuttoned his shirt, thankful that no one other than Blaine was even looking his way.

"Just remember that I dont tan like you do," he said, putting his shirt down on the vacant chair he had been sitting in. Blaine really did tan beautifully, and he had managed to avoid any bad tan lines by only wearing a shirt when it was absolutely necessary.

"You do your chest, Ill get your back," Blaine said, squirting some of the cream into Kurts hand.

"Im part albino," Kurt said, breaking the silence that had formed between them.

Blaine laughed behind him, continuing to rub at his back and shoulders. "Did you just make a Twilight reference?"

"Did you just make it a Twilight reference?"

"Touché." Blaine grabbed his shoulders and gently prompted him to turn, kissing him again. He softly ran his hands down Kurts sides, letting them rest at his hips. "Done with your chest?"

"Yeah," Kurt affirmed, taking Blaines outstretched hand and letting himself be pulled towards the pool, following Blaine in jumping in.

"You know I dont care if you dont tan, right?" Blaine said, draping his arms around Kurts neck, "I happen to think your alabaster skin is beautiful."

"It really doesnt bother you that I permanently look like I dont go outside?" he closed his arms around Blaines waist, only noticing the contrast in their skin for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

"Not in the slightest. Youre so pretty. Like a porcelain doll." Kurt smiled, leaning his forehead against Blaines. "And your skin is flawless, honestly. Youre one of those lucky teenagers who avoided acne entirely and got away with a few adorable freckles." Blaine kissed him a few times on the nose. "Can I keep going or are you going to get all self-conscious on me?"

"No, this is okay," Kurt said, not wanting to admit how much he was enjoying the attention. Before Blaine he had never been able to imagine anyone finding him attractive, but the longer they were together the more he was willing to accept it and found he even enjoyed it. And, when his boyfriend was as attractive as Blaine, it somehow made all of his compliments feel like they came from a different place.

"Good. Because I could go on forever, Kurt. Youre beautiful." Kurt couldnt wait any longer then and pressed his lips against Blaines, pleased when Blaine opened his mouth slightly to allow his tongue access.

"I mean it, you know," Kurt said as they broke apart again in the need for air, "Im ready to have everything with you. Just as soon as you are."

"Can we have this conversation when we arent around all our friends?" Blaine said, kissing Kurt beneath his jaw, "but Im at least ready to talk about it."

"Okay. How about the conversation that weve been avoiding the last couple of weeks about whether or not youll return to Dalton after the summer?"

Blaine laughed. "What is it with you and wanting to have a deep talk right now?" Kurt pulled Blaine a tiny bit closer in his arms.

"I dont know. But if you want to transfer you should let your parents know sooner rather than later," Kurt said. As much as he would love to have Blaine at school with him every day, there were a few hurdles to jump first- Blaine wasnt in zone for McKinley, to start with, and he did require parental permission, commute or not.

"Will you be there when I tell them?"

"Of course." Kurt paused for a moment. "Wait, is that a yes? You want to transfer?"

"Yes," Blaine said, "I know running away from my first high school removed the cause but didnt do a whole lot for the symptoms, and this would really just be running away from Sebastian…"

"Hey, no. Its not running. Youre being brave, Blaine, you feel ready to step out of the Dalton prep boy shell. You know as well as I do that the person you are when you slide on that blazer isnt the person you are when youre like this. Its another costume, just like your Nightbird spandex. And Blaine, theres nothing wrong with having an escape, and Nightbird and Darcy will be there for us to slip into for a while yet, but feeling ready to lose one isnt a bad thing."

"Youre so right," Blaine kissed him, "its moving on," and again, "youve helped me to move on," and again, "and Im not scared of the idea of public schools anymore."

"I wish you were that enthusiastic about kissing me," Jeff said, poking Nick in the chest gently. Blaine just pulled Kurt in tightly for a hug, and Kurt just knew with everything he had that Blaine had a million watt grin.

Kurt felt less nervous going into the Andersons house every time he was there. Slowly but surely he was beginning to see that they werent the awful people he had imagined when Blaine was first telling him about his home life, but rather were two stage parents who only wanted Blaine to excel at what he did.

"Do you want to hear the song I wrote?" Blaine offered excitedly as he pulled Kurt up to his room, "Ive been mucking around with guitar stuff for the last few days, and I think its getting somewhere." Kurt sat down on Blaines bed as Blaine retrieved the guitar, not even waiting for a response.

"Id love to." Blaine played parts of a song, slightly fragmented. Going off a few loose sheets of paper in front of him, Kurt guessed he hadnt quite pieced it together into one song yet. "How do you find the time to write anything with all the other practice you have going on?"

Blaine shrugged. "Its not a lot. I just stick to my three times a day vocal exercises and half an hour of piano practice in the evening, which all keeps my dad happy. Im thinking I might get a ukulele."

"You really want to bring another instrument into your rotation?" Kurt asked.

"Totally! I mean, it wont be hard to pick up, and once Ive learnt some basics I can take it everywhere with me. Its compact and colourful and musical."

"So like you, then?" Blaine paused for a moment before he laughed.

"Yes, I suppose so. Thanks, I think." Kurt shuffled closer and took the guitar from Blaines hands, setting it down before pushing Blaine down against the bed, kissing him enthusiastically. Blaine kicked the papers off the edge of the bed in his excitement, causing Kurt to pull away.

"Aww, youve gotten them all out of order," Kurt said.

"What order?" Blaine said, pulling Kurt back down happily. He really didnt seem to care about the song so much anymore, or the news of his impending ukulele purchase. They had spent a lot of the summer this way, or in some variation of it. Kissing wasnt something that got boring very often.

Blaine had just rolled them over, readjusting so that he wasnt completely on top of his boyfriend, when there was a soft knock at the door. Kurt sat up as Blaine sprung off him, and Kurt noticed how he readjusted his pants just so before he opened the door.

"You said you wanted to talk?" Delia asked hesitantly, "I wasnt interrupting anything, was I? We can talk later, but you said you wanted to wait until Kurt was here, is all." Blaine cleared his throat.

"No, no, now is good," he said, his voice just a little too high to be genuine, "Should we talk downstairs? The living room will be more comfortable for everyone, right?" Kurt couldnt see, but he imagined Blaines mother was nodding. "Okay. Will you get dad for me?"

"Certainly. Well see you downstairs in a bit." Blaine closed the door to his room again and extended his hand to Kurt, inhaling deeply.

"Ready?" Kurt asked as he took Blaines hand. Blaine nodded.

"I think so."

They sat in the living room and Kurt was pleasantly surprised to find that the atmosphere wasnt as heavy as he had expected. Delia offered Kurt something to drink and he politely declined, Arthur soon joining them. Blaine didnt move his hand from Kurts, sitting close to him on the couch.

"I want to move schools," Blaine blurted out, obviously trying to get it over with.

"Okay," Arthur said.

"Was that all, Blaine?" Delia asked, "You could have told us any time. Its really up to you."

"Youre serious? You dont think I should stay at Dalton or anything?" Blaines eyes widened. Both he and Kurt had geared up for a much more heated discussion.

"If youre not happy at Dalton then we arent going to make you stay, Bumblebee. We moved you to Dalton for your safety though, and you obviously cant go back to the other school. But if youre wanting to move schools, because thats what you feel comfortable with, then I dont think we need to be worried about your safety anymore."

"Blaine, we have been meaning to discuss something with you for a while, and were sorry to have avoided it," Arthur said. Blaine tightened his grip on Kurts hand, so Kurt stroked his thumb over the back of his hand, the tiniest gesture of support. "Dont look so terrified," Arthur said, and Blaine immediately sat up a little straighter. Kurt didnt think that was what Arthur had meant, but there seemed to be a lot of old habits drilled into Blaine that came out around his family that Kurt never fully understood.

"Weve been looking to move, darling," Delia completed. Arthur nodded in confirmation. "Were sorry for going behind your back in this, but weve actually already viewed a couple of houses… and we found one that we wanted to put an offer on. Which is why I need to ask you something really important; Blaine, is it, perchance, McKinley that you wanted to move to?"

Blaine looked at Kurt for a moment, making his heart leap. He stroked Blaines hand again, trying to squeeze every ounce of confidence he had into his boyfriend. "Yes."

"We may have taken schools into account when we were looking to move. As youre probably aware, we dont actually live in anywhere near the right place to have you just switch. But we found a house that we love in Lima," Blaine grabbed Kurts other hand then, and Kurt watched as he bit his lip gently, "and we thought you could board at Dalton during the week if you didnt want to change schools. But that doesnt seem to be a problem, does it?" Blaine leapt up and gathered his mom in a hug.

"Thank you," Kurt heard him say in her ear, a little too loud to be a whisper.

"Its okay, Bumblebee. This is all sounding a little bit too perfect from our side too," Delia said, releasing Blaine from the hug. He hopped neatly back over to Kurts side, taking his hand again.

"McKinley has a glee club that made nationals and they put on a school musical every year, which you dont get at Dalton," Arthur said, "and Im sure the fact you already have friends- and a boyfriend- there will make the transition easier for you." Blaine nodded excitedly, biting his lip softly. As it stood neither of them cared why it was that his parents supported a change, just that they did.

"Was there anything else, darling?" Delia asked.

"I dont think so."

"Do you have anything to add, Kurt?" she said, turning to him. He shook his head. "Well in that case, would either of you like a muffin? Theyre due to come out of the oven shortly."

"What kind?" Blaine asked excitedly. Kurt rolled his eyes fondly but didnt object as Blaine pulled him to his feet and they made their way to the kitchen behind Delia, Blaines grin not leaving his face for a moment.

Kurt helped Blaine to pack up his bedroom after the move became official, spending countless hours singing show tunes and pop songs as they packed things into boxes and worked out what Blaine was going to need before the move, while they werent distracted with one another. His room was mostly empty now, just two days to go. With a few shelves of knick knacks and his wardrobe left to pack away, they sat on the floor with an assortment of and ornaments and a roll of bubble wrap.

"Have you actually been to all these places?" Kurt asked as he picked up a London snow globe, cutting it a piece of bubble wrap and handing it to Blaine to tape and pack.

"Nope. Some of them are mine, but most of them come from my aunts who thought that because I had two or three they were doing me a favour by filling out my collection," Blaine said. Kurt passed him a Rome snow globe, and Blaine scrunched up his nose. "Its better than the bobble head of the Pope that my dad got. Im lucky, really."

"Were almost done with the snow globes," Kurt assured him, selecting a Sydney globe to wrap next.

"And then were onto all the bees?"

"Yeah."

"Great. Can we take a quick duet break, do you think?" Blaine suggested, though he was already on his feet and offering a hand to help Kurt up. He couldnt help but comply then, dancing around the room then as they sang along with Take Me or Leave Me, Kurt wordlessly agreeing to sing Maureens part as Blaine took Joannes.

Their quick duet break seamlessly merged into a long kissing break, only stopping as Kurt got a text from his dad telling him to be sure to be home in time for dinner. Kurt sat back in his position from earlier, though he was notably closer to Blaine than before.

"Why bees?" Kurt asked, picking up one of the many ornaments.

"Dont play dumb, youve heard my mom," Blaine replied, "Ive always been Bumblebee, never bee- thats why it feels a little odd when you call me B, because its just a little close."

"Ill keep that in mind."

"You can call me whatever you like, you earned that right when you became my boyfriend."

"Thanks, Valerie," Kurt teased. He loved Blaines name too much to keep up the act for long, but he was going to milk the free reign to nicknames until it started to annoy him.

"Anyway, so somewhere along the line everyone started buying me bumblebee knick knacks. What they thought I would do with a ceramic bumblebee Ill never know." Kurt picked up a bee- a real bee, set in a heavy glass block- and looked at it for a few moments. "That one was from Cooper. He ended up with a hippo collection and he knew I couldnt outdo it."

"Bumblebees I can understand. Hippos I cannot."

"Join the club."

"When will I meet the elusive Cooper?" Kurt asked. Blaine shrugged.

"He lives in LA and he doesnt really visit all that often, not that I blame him. When hes here next, though. Hell want to meet you, since Ive told him so much about how wonderful you are."

"And Ill want to meet him. Im holding you to this one, Twinkledove."

"Do you think well spend more time together when I live in Lima?" Blaine asked, almost hesitantly. Why he even thought that Kurt could possibly negate it was a mystery to him.

"Of course," Kurt said, "well be at school together every day, even if we dont have classes together. Youll be in glee with me and well go to the LARP together after practice, and we can eat lunch together five times a week, if you want. And on top of that the travel time to get home before curfew will be significantly cut down. I mean, thats if you want to spend more time together."

"Oh gosh," Blaine said, which Kurt found absolutely adorable, "yes, Kurt, I want to spend more time with you. I was just worried that your friends wouldnt be so happy."

"Screw them. Ill spend as much time with you as I want and theyre not going to stop me. Someone needs to show you to your classes while youre learning your way around, right?" Kurt winked at him, causing Blaine to turn a shade of red and cover his face with his hands for a moment.

"Okay." He was biting his lip to stifle a grin, a gesture that was becoming more and more typical for the boy. Kurt knew how to read it, and he was honestly just thrilled that Blaine was so genuinely happy as the summer went on.

"Blaine?"

"Youre not going to call me some bizarre nickname this time?" Kurt laughed.

"Shut up, no. Blaine?" he repeated.

"Yes?"

"I just love you a lot, you know?"

"Mm," Blaine hummed in agreement, taking Kurts face in his hands, "I love you a lot too," he said, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss. Kurt could have sworn he felt Blaines worries melt away.

"Is it weird to be leaving?" Blaine asked Delia, as he stood in front of the house with Kurts hand in his. He had insisted that Kurt was there for moral support and company on the drive over, probably the last time either of them would be making the commute for a while.

"You would think it would be, but Im actually sort of glad to be going," Delia said, "it was always too quiet, too big to fill all the space with life. It was nice to have a house that we werent paying for when you were little, though, and weve just never really needed to go anywhere. It was worth more than we thought after all the renovations Id been doing in my spare time."

"Youve lived here your whole life, right?" Kurt asked Blaine, squeezing his hand supportively.

"Well, for as long as I remember, yeah."

"And is it weird for you to be leaving?"

"A bit, but the Lima house is great, and Ill be close to you all the time."

"Dont start planning how youll sneak out to see each other, it isnt happening," Arthur said, closing the car door with the last box that needed moving in place. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," Blaine affirmed. Delia nodded quietly to herself, giving Blaines shoulder a squeeze before hopping into the car with Arthur. He rolled down the window to talk to the boys, telling them that they would meet them at the house and not to hang around for too long.

"Anything left you need to do before you leave?" Kurt asked his boyfriend. Blaine nodded, pulling Kurt in for a hug. He buried his face in Kurts shoulder for a moment, before leaning up for a quick kiss.

"Okay, now we can go. Do you want to drive though?" Kurt agreed, and Blaine sat in the passenger seat, despite it being his car. He fiddled with his iPod for a bit, filling the comfortable silence. Kurt knew Blaine was just being pensive, and he let him have his time to think. By the time they got to Lima, Blaine was singing along with his music, and directed Kurt to his house.

"Oh dear," Kurt said as they pulled up at Blaines house. He looked at Kurt questioningly. "You live just around the corner from Rachel Berry. Looks like youll be walking to school with her a lot."

"Youre kidding," Blaine said, bumping his head against the window.

"I wish. She doesnt think that youll give her vaguely Eurasian babies anymore, so I guess thats a plus?"

"Im sure my dad will love that Ill have someone to do morning vocal exercises with," Blaine mused.

"Ill pick you up on your first day," Kurt assured. They got out of the car and carried what of the boxes in Blaines car they could up to his new bedroom. It was a little smaller than his old bedroom, but at Kurts inspection the wardrobe was slightly larger.

"I wanted this room so we wouldnt have to paint it," Blaine said, "my beds going to go against that wall, and the bathroom is through that door there. It connects with the guest room, but we dont tend to have many of those so its mostly mine."

"Would you like a hand unpacking these boxes or do you want to wait for all your furniture to arrive?" Kurt asked. Blaine picked up the box labelled B- Bathroom and passed it to Kurt.

"Would you mind setting up this stuff in there while I bring in the other boxes?" Blaine suggested, kissing Kurt gently on the cheek before heading out. It didnt take Kurt long to establish a simple system as he filled Blaines cabinet with his hair and skin products, just removing the last of the things from the box as his boyfriend appeared in the doorway. "You know there is no one in the world I would trust more with my products, right?" Blaine asked, closing his arms around Kurts waist and pressing a kiss to his neck.

"I know, and I approve of your judgement." Kurt set Blaines toothbrush in the cup and put it on the counter, the final thing that he had had to unpack.

"My parents said to check that your family is still okay with us coming over for dinner tonight," Blaine said. Kurt laughed, settling back into Blaines embrace. It was like he hadnt met the Hudson-Hummels at all, or that he hadnt ever been to his house for dinner.

"Of course they are. Dad and Carole are excited to have you over. I think theyre hopeful theyll see more of you three now that you live a bit closer."

"Great. Hey, I thought of a plus side to living so close to Rachels. When we get drunk at her parties we can walk here. You wont even have to be the sober driver."

"Why do you want to get me drunk, Anderson?" Kurt asked teasingly.

"Maybe Im hoping youre a handsy drunk," Blaine teased, letting Kurt turn around in his arms so they could kiss. "How do you feel about unpacking a collection of bees before dinner?"