The stars twinkled above their heads, illuminating the black summer sky. The light from the nearly full moon danced toward them, sliding through the mosquito netting on the roof of their tent, which was strategically placed on the smoothest patch of grass as far from the back door of the Hummel-Hudson house as possible. The gentle June wind whispered against the forest green polyester walls around them, which grew darker as their eyes travelled from the top to the bottom, where the moonlight couldn't quite reach. The pair stretched on a thick, queen-sized air mattress, which they had covered with soft, yellow sheets. Their heads sunk into fluffy pillows, one beside the other. They snuggled deeply under the covers, cool but not cold. Of course, this snuggling was not merely prompted by temperature; any excuse to be closer to each other was gladly acted upon by the two.

And so they lay, fingers interlaced at their sides, gazing up into the heavens, each thinking his own thoughts. They remained that way for a while, simply silent, until one had a thought he couldn't help but share with the other.

"Hey Blaine?"

"Yeah, Kurt?"

"How'd you talk my father into this?"

A grin spread across Blaine's face. He turned onto his right side, facing Kurt. He let go of Kurt's hand, propping himself up on his pillow, but immediately retook it with his left hand. "Well..." His facial expression grew mischievous. "He had mentioned to me in passing that he didn't think you spent enough time outdoors, so I proposed that I fix that."

Kurt, having removed his gaze from the sky and fixing it on his boyfriend's glorious face, cocked an eyebrow. "You did, did you?"

"Mhm!" Blaine nodded proudly. "So I told him how right he was, how I didn't think it was healthy for a boy your age to spend so much time cooped up indoors, how you needed to break out of your comfort zone a little, do something different for once. Of course, when your dad realized that my proposal involved you and me alone in a confined space for an entire night, he wasn't overjoyed—"

"Obviously," Kurt mumbled.

Blaine lifted his head so he could place the hand on which he had been resting on Kurt's pale cheek. "But I annoyed him just enough for him to concede without throwing me out of the house."

Kurt laughed. "You are such a con man."

Blaine shrugged. "Maybe it's time I turned my wiles on you." With that, he leaned forward, so slowly that Kurt swore that they were suddenly in the Matrix, and pressed his lips to his boyfriend's, softly and tenderly. It seemed to last forever, that kiss, but before Kurt knew it, Blaine had pulled back, a beautiful smile lighting up his face even in the dark.

"And what was that for?" Kurt whispered.

"That was for agreeing to all this." Blaine gestured around the tent with his right hand. "And for being you."

Without another word, the two were kissing passionately again, Kurt wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck and Blaine placing a hand on either side of Kurt's pillow. Blaine's lips left Kurt's, travelling instead down the other boy's cheekbone, to his ear, down his neck, and back up again. He completed that same circuit a few times as Kurt lifted Blaine's shirt above his head. Kurt's stomach jumped slightly when he saw Blaine's chest and abs—the boy was gorgeous. Little did he know that the same exact feeling coursed through Blaine when Kurt discarded his own shirt. The hairs on their arms stood straight up, goosebumps dotting their skin, as they moved together, their bare torsos tickling each other. It seemed that their lips were on a mission to touch every inch of the other's skin, because Kurt wriggled underneath Blaine in order to trace his muscles with his tongue. Blaine, too, moved so he could place a hickey near Kurt's navel. Kurt squealed at this, and the noise only exhilarated the two even more. Kurt's hand flew to the elastic waistband of Blaine's pajama bottoms, and the two froze.

"Kurt, wait!" Blaine panted, gasping for air, still propped up above the other boy.

Kurt didn't move, his hand still on Blaine's waist, but his face completely confused. The lovers stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, silently communicating what each needed say. Then Blaine pushed himself over so he laid down next to Kurt once more. The two continued to search for their breaths while running over what went wrong in their heads.

"Blaine, I'm sor—"

"Kurt, I didn't mean—"

They stopped and laughed lightly at their attempts to speak at the same time. Then Kurt began again. "Blaine, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking, I should've known not to go too far, this is all my fault, I—"

Blaine quieted his rambling with a short, sweet kiss. "Shut up, silly. This isn't your fault. We were both caught up in the moment. Honestly, if you had waited another fifteen seconds, I might not have stopped you." He paused, and then pressed on. "Kurt, I told you to wait because...I don't think either of us is ready for that, yet. I mean, I know I'm not..."

"I'm not either!" Kurt whispered. "I seriously don't know what I was thinking. I don't think I could've handled it if we...tonight..." He didn't have to finish.

By this point the two boys were on their sides once more, looking deeply into each other's eyes. Wordlessly they agreed to just move on, to let the incident go. It didn't matter. They knew where they were physically. They knew each other inside and out (metaphorically). Choosing not to replace their shirts, they straightened out the sheets and laid beside each other, gazing once more into the night skies above, occasionally whispering sweet nothings to each other and squeezing the hand they held.

Soon, both were fast asleep, each dreaming of the other.

When the first few rays of sunlight barged unannounced into their tent, Blaine awoke, groggy. The previous nights was one of the best the two had shared together, and he wasn't ready for it to be over. He grabbed his shirt from where it lay forgotten from the night before and pulled it over his tangled curls. His movement disturbed Kurt, who began to stir.

"Hey, you," Blaine whispered, wrapping his arms around the half-asleep boy. Without realizing why, he began to sing.

"The sun
Telling me the night is done.
Well, I refuse to let it stop
Our fun.
Close your eyes,
And make it dark again.
And a kiss—
There's a thought so how 'bout this:
Let's pretend that both our lips
Are made of candy.
After all, we need sweets every now and then.
Don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel for you?"

By the end, Kurt's eyes had fluttered open, and then two were wrapped in a strong embrace, simply glad to be with each other.

"I love you, Kurt."

"I love you, too, Blaine."

Nothing else really needed to be said.