“And you can figure out what you need to bring with you when you move.”  Finally looking up, Kurt noticed Blaine staring studiously at his feet.  It was at that point that Kurt began to realize that the perfect picture he'd painted in his head might have a few flaws.

“Kurt,” Blaine's voice cracked.  “Kurt, I need to talk to you about that, actually.”

Sitting back down on the edge of the chair, Kurt carefully removed the bowls of food from Blaine's hands, his stomach suddenly too tight to eat.  “I'm listening.”

“It's about where I decided to go to school,” Blaine whispered not making eye contact.

As a thousand thoughts came crashing through his mind all at once, Kurt could feel the blood drain from his face.  “Blaine, wait.  Wait just a minute, please,” he begged quietly before standing and walking maybe ten feet away.  Running his hands through his hair, Kurt stared blankly at the sun soaked meadow.

When he finally returned, he glanced sadly down at Blaine.  “I'm such a self-centered asshole.  Blaine, I don't even know where you're going to school in the fall.  How the fuck did that happen? How did I ever get so caught up in my own little world, that I don't know that? How?” he asked forlornly.  Sliding to his knees in front of Blaine, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and laid his head in Blaine's lap.

His voice tight was tight with pain.  “B – I feel like such a douche.  Here I was, ready to ask you if you would consider moving in with Rachel, Santana and me and I realize that I don't even know if you're gonna be in New York in September.” 

Kurt took a shaky, deep breath.  “Where are you going to be?” he asked quietly, steading himself for disappointment if Blaine said he'd be somewhere else.

Blaine combed his fingers through Kurt's hair.  “Honestly, after I texted you that I didn't want to have any more contact, I called Cooper.  I was thinking about going to USC or UCLA…but my depression and anxiety got worse.  When I started therapy, college sorta got put aside as I worked on me.  And then something really important happened.  I realized something going through therapy.  That's what I want to do, Kurt.  I want to help other kids like me, find ways to express what they're feeling – through art or music or whatever.”

The excitement Blaine felt about his career choice shone through in his voice.  “Santana gave me some really good advice, about how I needed to make a choice based on what I needed, not … anything else.” 

Seeing Kurt's look of shock, he added, “I know, who would have thought?  But she was right.  I decided that I did want to go to school in New York, even if I wasn't majoring in theater or music or whatever.  And I wanted to be in New York, even though it meant being in the same city as the one person I still desperately loved, but knew I couldn't be with.”

Lifting his head up, Kurt met Blaine's eyes.  “Oh, sweetheart.”

“Ssshh, it's over now, right? We're together.  I ended up calling Pace and Columbia to talk with their admissions offices and the heads of the psychology departments.  I explained a bit about what I'd been going through and how it was influencing where I wanted to go with my life.  Everyone was really understanding.  Long story short, I'll be at Pace in the fall.”

Kurt's eyes lit up at the news.  “Wow!  Congratulations.”  He climbed up off the ground, brushing the dirt from his knees, before pulling Blaine up from the chair and into his embrace.  Winding his arms around Blaine's shoulders, Kurt gave him a celebratory kiss.  “I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that.”

Smiling shyly, Blaine placed his own arms around Kurt's waist.  “Thanks.  But Kurt…if you were serious about what you said just a minute ago – you should know, I've committed to living in the dorms for a year.”  He paused for a long moment before gathering up the courage he needed to explain.  “God, why is this so difficult?  Okay, look … as much as I want to live with you … I think we need this time apart.  I need this time.  I need to figure out who New York Blaine is as much as you've had a chance to figure out New York Kurt.”

Brushing a kiss across Blaine's forehead, Kurt brought his hands to cup Blaine's face.  “I hear you.  I mean, I'm not going to lie. I'm a little disappointed … but I think you're right.  I think living apart will do us good.  You said before that we shouldn't rush into things.  Maybe living together… maybe that's another thing we need to take our time with.  And besides, it will at least give us two places we can crash, when our roommates are driving us crazy.”  Smiling at Blaine, Kurt pulled him back down to sit on the picnic blanket.

Blaine laughed.  “Rachel and Santana?  Drive you crazy?”  Snuggling back into Kurt's arms, Blaine allowed his fingers to drift lightly over Kurt's thighs. 

“No. Never.  And I will never admit to sleeping on the couch in Isabelle's office to get away from Rachel and Brody's … sexy times.”  Kurt took one of Blaine's hands and interlaced their fingers.  “But you need to know, if your roommate turns out to be some asshole, my offer to share my bed with you…permanently…stands.”

“And if I wanted my own bed in the loft?” Blaine whispered, tightening his hold on Kurt's hand.

“Then we'd make that happen,” Kurt answered just as quietly.

Blaine gave a small nod.  “That's good to know.  But,” he turned over, deliberately encouraging Kurt to lie back on the ground, “what if I got cold?  Or lonely?”  Straddling Kurt's thighs, Blaine brought his lips down to juncture of Kurt's neck and shoulder.  Scraping his teeth along the cording of Kurt's neck, Blaine relished the high-pitched whimper he drew from Kurt.

“On second thought,” he whispered in Kurt's ear, his tongue flicking Kurt's ear lobe playfully, “I don't think I'd want my own bed – since you've so generously offered yours.”  Taking his weight on his arms, Blaine brought his nose to Kurt's, nudging it softly before bringing their lips together. 

Not breaking the kiss, Kurt hooked a leg over Blaine's and rolled them until he was on top, Blaine's legs cradling his body.  “It was very generous of me, wasn't it.  But I do have a deal breaker.” He growled quietly, rubbing against Blaine, aware of the immediate reaction this caused for both of them.

Studiously marking the skin of Kurt's collar bone, Blaine separated just enough to inquire in a husky voice, “Deal breaker?”

“Uh huh.” Kurt continued to thrust his hips against Blaine deliberately taking his time, enjoying the flare of desire he could see building in Blaine's eyes.  “You, sir, have cold feet.  Cold feet that somehow, seem to find their way over to my toast warm legs every time we share a bed.”

Snorting once, Blaine went back to running his tongue over the bruises he'd already started to form. 

“See?  You can't even deny it,” Kurt accused with no real heat in his tone.

“Nope.  Not denying it.  Like I said, I like having someone warm my bed.”  Pulling back, Blaine reached up to cup Kurt's face.  “Scratch that.  I like having Kurt Hummel warm my bed.  And my cold feet.  And any other part or portion of my body that he feels like … warming up.  Don't know what I'm gonna do in my dorm room.  Do you think my roommate would think it weird if I asked him to warm my feet?” smirked Blaine, feeling confident enough in their relationship to tease Kurt.

A flare of jealousy rose up in Kurt and he pinned Blaine down with his entire body, moving Blaine's wrists above his head, an erotic image of submission.  “I'll buy you a pair of socks, you ass,” he growled out possessively.  “There will be no roommate foot touching, foot warming, foot rubs, or anything else of a touching nature, Blaine Anderson.  I realize that those lines sometimes got seriously blurred at Dalton, but when you're at Pace, the only person touching your feet or any other part of your remarkable body will be me.”

While one hand held Blaine's wrists, Kurt dropped the other hand down, taking Blaine's chin between his fingers.  Without a warning, Kurt crushed his mouth to Blaine's, thrusting his tongue into the wet heat.  Grinding down into Blaine, he could feel their hard lengths rubbing against each other, causing both of them to moan wantonly into the other's mouth.  Kurt refused to pull away, showing Blaine in his actions, just how much he'd missed – and still needed – Blaine.

When the noises Blaine was making became higher-pitched and more frantic, Kurt wrenched himself away, pulling back onto his knees.  “Underwear off!” he demanded, snapping the elastic band with a finger.  Standing up, Kurt slid his own pair of briefs off and grabbed the lubricant from where it had fallen earlier.  Glancing over at Blaine, his breath caught in his throat.  Sprawled out on the blanket, Blaine had his head propped up on one hand, while the held his swollen cock, thumb brushing across the plum colored head.

Moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue, Kurt held out his trembling hand and pulled Blaine to his feet, batting Blaine's hand away from his hard length.  While gazing into Blaine's golden eyes, Kurt took Blaine's cock into his hand, watching as his pupils grew larger at the touch.  Holding Blaine's hip with his other hand, he allowed Blaine to thrust lightly into his tight grip.  After several long moments, where the only sound in the meadow was that of their heavy breathing, Kurt released his hold on Blaine.  “Turn around,” he said, voice gravely.

Blaine let out a whimper at the loss of Kurt's touch and then again at his request.  When he hesitated, Kurt held out a finger and circled it in the air, finally spurring Blaine into action.  Snapping off the cap on the lubricant, Kurt allowed the slick liquid to coat his fingers before stepping forward and pressing his body against Blaine's.  “Gonna make you feel so good, Blaine Warbler,” he growled low into Blaine's ear.  Snaking his hand around Blaine's hip, Kurt gently massaged his balls.

“Oh, God.  Kuuurrt,” Blaine whined.  He reached backwards, skimming his hands down until he held the firm flesh of Kurt's ass in his hands, encouraging him to move even closer.

“Ssshhh,” Kurt whispered, nestling his own hard cock into Blaine's back side.  Gliding his hand upwards, Kurt took Blaine's cock back into his hand, sliding the lubricant over the heated skin.  “You're so hard, Blaine.  Just from my touch.  You want it so bad, don't you?”  With his free hand, Kurt skimmed down Blaine's abs, again scratching lightly at the coarse hair coating his lower belly.

Answering with another high whimper and a quick gasp, Blaine leaned back into Kurt and began circling his hips slightly.

Kurt bit down lightly on Blaine's shoulder and neck, scraping his teeth along the tan skin.  “Tell me.”

“Kuuurrt,” Blaine's head lolled from side to side as he tried to find relief, both by thrusting into Kurt's hand and pressing back into Kurt's cock.

Licking a path up Blaine's neck to the sweet spot behind his ear, Kurt suckled on his ear lobe.  Pulling away slightly, he couldn't help the groan that escaped when Blaine moved back into him, pressing his cock further between Blaine's ass cheeks.  Taking a deep breath to help focus himself, Kurt continued his seduction. “Words, Blaine.  Make it good for both of us, and I'll make it so good for you.”

Blaine closed his eyes and concentrated on spinning a fantasy for Kurt.  For himself.  For them.