On Wednesday afternoon, Blaine left quickly for McKinley, never more anxious to see Kurt. He had been able to complete his English exam in record time and was out the door as soon as the classroom clock had hit three-thirty. With Kurt's uniform sweatshirt in hand, he had requested to see him via the school's receptionist, only to discover that Kurt's visiting hours had been revoked for a week. Feeling slightly panicked, Blaine wandered around quickly to the back of the school to the exercise yard where some McKinley boys lingered in pairs and groups, hoping to see Kurt among them.

He didn't have to wait long; Blaine smiled as Kurt appeared half-hopping, half-bouncing over to the fence where Blaine stood waiting.

'Hi,' Kurt said, slightly breathless. His eyes were smiling.

'Hi,' Blaine replied, feeling slightly breathless himself. But then the events of yesterday came back to him and he felt his smile disappear. 'How are you?'

Kurt's eyes narrowed slightly and Blaine could hear the irritability in his voice. 'You blow me and then I don't get to see you for three days? How do you think I am?'

'Sorry,' Blaine replied, sheepishly. 'I've been busy.'

Then he noticed a familiar group of McKinley boys, among them the one with the Mohawk, clustered around the stairs in an unusual formation. It looked to Blaine like a makeshift guard line, and they were glancing between the two boys by the fence and the door to the school building behind them.

'What are they doing?' Blaine asked, indicating towards the boys.

Kurt turned around to glimpse them briefly. 'They're keeping watch so that we are able to have this conversation.'

'You mean they're doing us a favor?' Blaine stared at the group incredulously.

Kurt shrugged. 'It's the least they can do for me, since none of them will own up to being at Dalton. The officers will find out soon enough.'

Blaine looked down and fidgeted with his blazer pocket. 'I saw them take you away yesterday, and you were limping. I was kind of worried.'

Kurt shook his head. 'This…' he said, pointing to his leg. '…was my own fault.'

'But they hurt you, Kurt!'

Kurt sighed. 'It was a combination of all the rainfall we've been receiving lately and my own clumsiness; I tripped and fell.' He placed his hands on the bars of the fence and looked away, muttering. 'It was a stupid idea, anyway.'

'I would have done the same thing.'

He felt Kurt's eyes look over to him. 'Really?'

Blaine nodded. 'That was actually really sweet.' Blaine had once tried his hand at serenading in public and failed. Never once had he thought that anyone would serenade him.

Kurt's face flushed with pleasure. 'I'm glad you liked it,' he replied, twirling his hips slightly. Blaine thought he looked rather adorable. But there were still some matters he needed to discuss with Kurt while they were able to do so.

'I dropped off your jumper at reception and they told me about visiting hours. What does it mean for you? Will you still be up for parole next month?'

'Maybe,' Kurt replied. 'It's in the hands of the school board now.'

The afternoon sun had begun to make its presence known. It brought with it an uncomfortable heat and Blaine was lucky he didn't have to remove his blazer, as he was the in the shade of a nearby tree. A part of Kurt's hair had caught the sunlight and Blaine gazed at it, wondering how on earth a little patch of light could make Kurt look so angelic. Then he remembered that summer was only a week away. He sighed and rested one of his hands on the bars; he didn't know how he was going to break the news to Kurt.

'I had a big fight with my dad yesterday.' He sighed at how miserable he felt about his father's announcement until Kurt arrived. 'It turns out that he enrolled me in a language school for English speakers for a month. My final exams are tomorrow. We are going to the airport on Friday and we leave for Paris that afternoon.' He gazed up at Kurt to observe the other boy's reaction.

Kurt was staring at him, wide-eyed. 'You're going to Paris?'

'My dad thought it would be a good idea, even though I technically dropped language studies this semester.' He scoffed as he remembered what his father told him. 'He just wants someone who is able to liaise in French for him with his overseas business partners.'

'Yes...but...Paris,' Kurt whined, twisting his body behind the bars as if he was in agony. Blaine remembered how Kurt had once mentioned to him about his love for all things French.

'I won't get to do much sightseeing. I'll be at the school the whole day while my parents go for walks along the Seine.'

Kurt cast his eyes downward. 'You're going to run off with a cute French boy: I just know it.'

'That won't happen.' He watched as Kurt took a deep breath, as if he was preparing to say something of great importance.

'Last Saturday, when we...were on the oval...near the maintenance shed...' His eyes flicked over to Blaine's and Blaine nodded slowly, indicating for Kurt to continue. 'That was my...uh...first sexual experience. With anyone.' His face had begun to turn a light shade of pink. 'I just thought I should let you know.'

Blaine thought he should be surprised, but he wasn't.

'Mine too,' he replied. Kurt's face brightened at the admission. 'I hope I wasn't too rough.'

'Not at all.'

Blaine saw that Kurt was trying to move his fingers around a gap in the fence, and he mimicked him opposite. They were only able to brush their fingertips together due to the thickness of the bars, and they both sighed at the touch.

'And I'm...um...sorry for taking your jumper and leaving you there in the rain.'

'Don't apologize.' Kurt's tone was deep and husky. 'I would have done the exact same thing.'

Blaine laughed; he was glad to have Kurt teasing him again. Kurt pushed himself closer to the fence and Blaine breathed in his vanilla and cinnamon fragrance, which to him felt so much like comfort and home.

'I never knew you were gay.'

'You never asked. 'You just assumed that I wasn't.' Blaine glanced over again to the boys by the stairs and wondered how much time he left with Kurt. 'And besides, I've got you into enough trouble already. As I've shown you, I'm really not that innocent.'

'You, get me into trouble?' The sparkle in Kurt's eyes had returned. 'Have I corrupted you then? Because if I have...' he raised his chin defiantly and smirked. '...then I'm not sorry.'

'Neither am I.' Blaine watched in fascination as Kurt broke out into a smile, and he smiled along with him, his heart leaping for joy in his chest.

'Porcelain!'

Kurt groaned and hung his head, letting it rest on the bars of the fence. Behind him, Blaine could see the group of boys shuffling reluctantly towards the doorway of the school building and Officer Sylvester eying them and Kurt, hands on her hips.

'I have to go.'

'I know,' Blaine said, as the officer called a second time. 'I might not see you around for a while.'

Kurt fixed him with the saddest eyes, and Blaine wished that he didn't have to leave.

A silence stretched between them. Blaine knew what they were both thinking; he just wanted to see who was brave enough to say it first.

'I'll miss you.' Kurt's voice was sincere.

'I'll miss you, too,' Blaine responded.

'At least I'll know where to find you.' Kurt released his grip on the bars, and Blaine could sense his reluctance to move.

'Bye,' Kurt whispered, and he slowly turned away to begin his walk back to the school building.

'Bye.' Blaine watched Kurt as he walked up the steps of the school, but paused by the doorway to look back at him. Kurt had placed one hand over his chest, lightly touching the area where his heart was.

Then he was gone. Blaine released his hand from over his own heart and let it drop by his side.

It was going to be one long summer.