Blaine had collapsed flat on his back, one arm tucked under his head, unable to think or move from the intense flood of endorphins.  By the time consciousness returned, Kurt had cleaned them both up, dressed himself, and was finishing off the pasta salad while sipping on the homemade sweet iced tea he'd packed. 

Seeing Blaine grinning sloppily at him, Kurt had tossed him his own pile of clothes.  “As much as I've enjoyed our naked sexy times, sweetheart, I think we've tempted fate long enough.  It would be just our luck to have a scout troop come stumbling through those trees, finding us buck-ass naked.”

Laughing at the image, Blaine slipped back into his clothes.  “Actually, that sounds like something that would happen to Finn, but yeah, I agree.  Let's not scar any little kids.  I mean, it would set an almost unachievable bar of perfection for them … to see this,” gesturing towards his torso, Blaine winked.

Snorting, Kurt snapped the lid back on the plastic bowl and tossed it back in the backpack.  “Well, I certainly don't have any complaints,” he replied, voice low.  He crawled over to where Blaine was reclined, snuggling into his side.  “Wanna take a nap?” he asked, fingers trailing on the sliver of skin exposed between Blaine's shirt and belt.

“Always,” Blaine had murmured into Kurt's hair.  Wrapping an arm around Kurt's shoulders, Blaine closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off, truly feeling complete for the first time in months.

It was the tinny sounds of Mellencamp's Small Town that woke them up late that afternoon. 

“Wuz ‘at?” asked Kurt, rubbing his face sleepily into Blaine's shirt.

“Phone,” replied Blaine, blindly feeling for the rectangular device.  Successfully finding it without opening his eyes, Blaine unlocked it and brought it to his ear.  “Hi Burt,” he greeted, his voice rough from sleep … and some of their earlier activities.

“Yeah, he's with me,” Blaine answered.  “I think so.  Let me ask him.”  Putting his phone down on his chest, Blaine moved the shoulder Kurt was draped across to catch his attention.  “Your dad wants to know if we're coming back for dinner.”

“Was he asking or telling?” Kurt mumbled, knowing that if Burt had to call Blaine to reach them, there was probably little choice involved.

“Um … we're expected for dinner,” Blaine admitted with a small smile.

“M'kay.  Tell him we're gonna need at least an hour to get back home.”

Blaine relayed the information and then sat up suddenly.  Unprepared for the movement, Kurt's head bounced off the ground.  “Ow!”

“Sorry,” Blaine whispered away from the phone.  Kurt sat up, taking in the deep flush of Blaine's face as he listened to Burt.  “No, Mr. Hummel. No, that's not … Burt,” Blaine kept trying to interrupt, then finally took a deep breath and let it out slowly, waiting for Burt's rant to end.  “Can I explain, please?” he asked quietly.

“We drove out to the nature reserve and went hiking.  It will take us at least thirty minutes to hike back to the car and another thirty to drive home.  That's why it'll take an hour for us to get there – not  because we're being – inappropriate.”  There was another pause as Blaine listened to Burt.  “Yes.  Yes, sir.” 

Another deep breath and Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, seeing love and amusement as he dealt with Kurt's father.  “Yes, I'm in love with your son, Burt.”  Pulling the phone away from his mouth, Blaine grinned, “Your dad wants to know if you're in love with me.  I was going to say yes, but wanted to double check.” 

Eyes narrowing, Kurt shoved Blaine onto his back, grabbing for the phone as he straddled Blaine's waist with his legs.  “Yes, Dad, I'm in love with this idiot.  We'll be home in an hour.  Actually, make that an hour and twenty.”  Not waiting for his dad's response, Kurt hung up and tossed the phone aside.  “We've got fifteen minutes before we have to leave.  Any ideas how we might use that time?” he growled out.

Blaine's hand snaked around Kurt's neck, pulling him slowly down.  “A few.  But explaining them might take a while.  Maybe I can just show you?”

“Sounds perfect.”