The week following the Fourth of July seemed to be the best of the summer in its entirety. The sun was out every day, the temperature never rose over 85 degrees, and Kurt and Blaine couldnt keep their hands off of each other.

Maybe it was the weather. Maybe there was something new in the water. Or maybe the reason they never kept more than a foot of space between each other was because they were two teenage boys with raging hormones, and the ability to act on them almost whenever they wanted, with no doubts or regrets included.

But for whatever reason (most likely the latter of all three) Kurt and Blaine were inseparable. Kurt was feeling better, Blaine seemed to be well again. No one hardly asked Kurt what he did when he would go out for multiple hours in the day, asking only when he would be home and where he would be going (which would only stay partially true).

The reason the boys had so much uncensored time together was that Burt had to take an emergency trip to the shop, which he had left with a trusted employee. Finn went with Burt back to Lima so he could visit Rachel, who was moving to New York in only a few weeks.

Kurt was asked if he wanted to go, but decided to stay in Ocean City with Carole and Aunt Annie. Carole also was extremely busy, trying to get medications and different forms of care for Aunt Annie, who was getting much worse. It wasnt just the Alzheimers anymore, but she was having problems with her heart and she was becoming incredibly depressed, which was hard to watch her go through. Carole understood that it may be hard for Kurt to watch the older woman go through such pain, and allowed him out of the house with barely any questions asked.

It all started the day after the Fourth of July, when Kurt and Blaine went on another date to the meadow. Well, they almost made it to the meadow. Instead their date consisted of Blaine pulling off onto a dirt road and jerking Kurt off in the back seat, and Kurt returning the favor. It all started because Kurt had been feeling much more confident about himself these days, and said some things that Blaine could just not ignore until they made it to their destination. It was meant to be a short make out session, yet ended up becoming an hour and a half of steaming up the windows of Blaines black Escalade.

From then on, whenever they would see each other it would become hard to keep conversation. Carole left the house empty on Friday, which the boys took immense pleasure by taking advantage of. Most of what they did was explore and learn about each others bodies, lazily kissing and enjoying each others company, until a hand would wander too far south of the equator and prompt the boys to do much more than that.

Then Saturday rolled around and it was more of the same, Kurt and Blaine finding a place to be alone, hands fumbling with belts and shirt hems, and kisses across necks and collarbones. Yet it never went farther than anything they had previously done, not even becoming totally unclothed in front of one another yet.

As Sunday rolled around both boys knew it would be their last full day together before Blaine had to begin his job again as a lifeguard for the week, so they decided they would make the most of it.

Week 7 Day 2

Kurt was lying out on the front porch chair swing enjoying the morning, knowing that Blaine wouldnt be calling him for a few hours because of Sunday church. He almost jumped off the swing when his phone vibrated with a new text.

Blaine (9:45 am)

You should come over ;) Im skipping church today.

Kurt (9:47)

Your house? But what about your grandmother?

Kurt had never been to Blaines house, mostly because his grandmother never left Blaine home alone.

Blaine (9:48)

She wont be home for hours, and I have the place all to myself.

Kurt (9:49)

What did you have to tell her to get out of it?

Blaine (9:51)

The more questions you ask the less time we have...And Ive been thinking about you for hours…

Kurt blushed and started to reply when another text came in from Blaine.

Blaine (9:52)

Thinking about what I want to do to you…

Blaine (9:52)

For hours…

Blaine (9:53)

You know what we could do alone for hours, Kurt?

Kurts phone kept buzzing but he didnt take the time to look at the new texts from Blaine, already having told Carole he was leaving and taking his bike.

He arrived about ten minutes later in Blaines front yard, his car still in the driveway but his grandmothers small, silver car gone. Kurt hopped off his bike and pulled it up next to Blaines house and set his bike behind a bush, just in case he had to make a quick getaway.

He walked over to where Blaine had shown him his room was the day he was sick. He peered in the window and noticed Blaine was in his room. Blaine was laying on his bed throwing a ball up and catching it as it came back down, the phone Kurt had bought him for his birthday laying on his stomach.

Kurt knocked on the window and waved to get Blaines attention. Blaine looked up and smiled as soon as he noticed it was Kurt. He got up quickly and opened the window, kissing Kurt hard on the mouth from inside his room, finally stopping to allow Kurt in.

Kurt had a little trouble getting in the window, although it was only a few feet off the ground. Once in Blaines room he noticed that the room was incredibly tidy. Not one thing was out of place. His clothes were all neatly folded, his desk table clean and his desk drawers labeled with different school subjects. Kurt didnt really expect much different, he did have to live in the room for a majority of two years.

"Ive missed you," Blaine said walking up to Kurt and sliding his arms around his waist.

"But you just saw me yesterday," Kurt said as Blaine began kissing his neck. "You couldnt possibly have missed me that much."

"Oh, but I did...very much..." Blaine walked Kurt over to his bed, which was navy blue and led Kurt to believe Blaine had an OCD problem with pillows. They laid down on the bed together, Blaine trying his best to keep his lips attached to Kurts neck.

"Maybe we should do something different today," Kurt said, not being extremely convincing.

"Why do you say that?" Blaine asked in between kisses.

"We could try bowling again. You liked that right?"

"Not as much as I like this," Blaine murmured. "Is there something wrong with this?" Blaine asked as he started kissing Kurts jaw line.

"No, just thought maybe we could do something productive today…save this for last."

Blaine gave one last kiss to Kurts cheek and sat up. "Well, there is really nothing in the house for us to do. I mean, the only thing other than this…" He motioned to the bed. "…would probably be, like, baking a cake."

Kurt thought it over for a few seconds. "Ill get the mix," he said jumping off the bed.

"I was kidding!" Blaine yelled playfully back to Kurt, who was already out in the kitchen.

The kitchen was small, so small that it looked like there was hardly enough room for two people to fit in it. Kurt noticed that the baking supplies werent so up-to-date, and his grandmother didnt have any cake mix, only flour and things used to make it from scratch. Gladly, Kurt had made a cake from scratch before.

Blaine stood outside the kitchen and waited as Kurt found the ingredients. Every so often Kurt would glance at Blaine and notice him staring, making Kurt blush even after all this time, because he still was unable to believe that somebody actually wanted him.

"Let me get the bowls," Blaine said trying to make his way in between the counters. He washed off a few bowls and mixing utensils, giving them to Kurt to pour the ingredients in.

"I want to make a marble cake," Kurt said. "Is that okay with you?"

"Anything you want is perfectly fine." Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurts stomach and rested his head on Kurts shoulder. "Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Hmm…" He pretended to be thinking of things for Blaine to do. "First, I want you to kiss me," Kurt said happily, turning around to face Blaine.

"I can definitely do that," Blaine said obliging his request.

"And now I want you to add some flour into the bowl." Nodding his head toward the bowl right next to him.

"Just that bowl?"

"Just that bowl."

"Are you sure you want flour, just in that bowl?"

"Of course just that bowl. Where else would you put—hey!" Kurt was caught off guard because Blaine had taken some of the flour of the bag with his hand and dashed it on Kurts nose.

"Kurt, you have something on your nose," Blaine said, trying his hardest to keep a straight face.

"I dont know…it looks more like you do," Kurt said, taking the flour and doing the same to Blaines face.

Blaine grinned and took a handful of flour and sprinkled it on Kurts head. "I didnt know it could snow in July," he chuckled.

Kurt narrowed his eyes and took a handful of the white powder. "If its a war you want Blaine Anderson…" He tossed the flour onto the other boys face. "…it is a war you have begun."

Blaine cleared his eyes with his hands and smirked at Kurt. Kurt knew what was coming but couldnt move fast enough before Blaine trapped him and started tickling his stomach and sides. Kurt couldnt get away because he was on the wrong side of the kitchen, and Blaine was blocking the only exit.

"Blaine!" He laughed, struggling to get out of Blaines grasp.

"I thought you said it was war?"

"I didnt mean it!"

"You didnt?"

"Well…I did. But this is cheating!"

"Id like to call it being resourceful," Blaine joked.

Kurt took the bag of flour and flung as much as he could at Blaine.

Blaine let go of him, "You want to play dirty? Okay then." He grabbed the bowl of melted chocolate and flicked the spoon at Kurt, which sent chocolate flying in all directions and made Kurts face striped with chocolate sauce. "Kurt…Im sorry—"

Kurt froze for a moment, stunned at what Blaine had done. He decided to act quickly, looking around for something he could use. The only thing he saw was the carton of eggs so he quickly took one out and cracked it, just enough so the contents of the egg didnt come out. He held it over Blaines head and both boys froze, staring intently at each other.

"You wouldnt." Blaine said darkly.

"You got chocolate on my new Louis Vuitton jacket. I have a great motive."

Blaine looked up at the egg and then back into Kurts eyes. "Would you believe me if I told you I am allergic to eggs?"

"Are you?"

"No."

"Then no. I wouldnt."

Blaine smiled and Kurt couldnt help but laugh at how ridiculous they both sounded and looked. Blaine had white powder all over him and Kurt had white hair and chocolate all over himself.

Blaine pulled himself in close to Kurt, who was putting down the egg slowly. "If I call a truce…may I lick the chocolate off your lips that is mocking me so?" His voice getting lower.

"But doesnt a truce mean we both forfeit? I am definitely the clear winner." The tension between them melting away and eyes flickering to each others lips.

"Yes, Kurt. You win. Youll always win." Kurt dropped the egg and Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms, kissing him feverishly. Kurts fingers threaded through his hair as Blaines hands roamed around Kurts body, leaving white streaks wherever they went.

Both boys were kissing each other hard and passionately, neither one ever having dominance until Blaine slid his hands under Kurt and lifted him onto the counter. Kurt moved everything he could off before sitting down and wrapping his legs around Blaines back, allowing Blaine to trail his lips and hands wherever they pleased.

Blaine started moving down Kurts jaw, sucking the chocolate off as he went. "You should be covered in chocolate more often," he breathed into his neck.

Kurt tilted his head back and allowed Blaine more space, everything happening so quickly. Blaine started sucking harder and Kurts breathing picked up, things becoming much too hot for the tiny kitchen. "Blaine," he hummed.

Blaine moved back so they were kissing on the lips again, both breathing heavily and hearts racing. Kurt threw his arms around Blaines shoulders and kissed him even harder, with teeth clashing and tongues colliding.

"We…should…clean…shower…you…" Blaine murmured, trying to make coherent words when their mouths would separate for air.

"Shower?" Was all Kurt could get out.

"I want to give you your prize for winning…" Blaine said pulling back and looking at Kurt questioningly, lips swollen and hair sticking up in all directions.

Kurt nodded and Blaine started kissing him again before moving his hands under his thighs. Kurt held on as Blaine picked him up off the counter and started moving toward the only bathroom of the house other than Blaines grandmothers. Blaine wasnt looking where they were going, and eventually rammed them into the wall beside the bathroom door. "Missed it by that much," Kurt muttered.

"Sorry," Blaine whispered and opened the door, still holding Kurt. He closed the door and pressed Kurt against it, locking it before starting at Kurts jacket, taking it off easily. Kurt didnt even hesitate before lifting his arms and allowing Blaine to take off the white shirt he had on underneath. "Yours too," Kurt murmured against Blaines lips.

Blaine started pulling at his striped t-shirt and Kurt help him pull it off, powder from the shirt flying everywhere.

Kurt didnt even know what was happening around him, so lost in the moment and so incredibly turned on by it all that he didnt even notice Blaine turn on the shower. He just knew that Blaine was gone and he wanted him back.

"Blaine," Kurt whimpered softly.

"Im here," Blaine said coming back and unbuckling Kurts belt, the air in the bathroom becoming steamy and incredibly hot.

Kurt stepped out of his jeans and worked to unbutton Blaines before the water got cold. "Whats my prize?" He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it on Blaines lips.

"Im going to blow you," he whispered into Kurts ear.

Kurt moaned into Blaine neck, incredibly hard and incredibly wanting. "What else?" Kurt was trying his best to be sexy, which had been working on Blaine for the past few days. "What are you going to make me do?"

"Say my name...Im going to make you say my name when you come."

"Nnngh," was all Kurt could get out of his mouth before Blaine pulled off his own pants and underwear at once. Before they moved into the shower, Blaine toyed with the waistband of Kurts boxer-briefs. "You ready?" Blaine asked. Although this time he was genuinely making sure Kurt was ready, since they had never done this before.

Kurt nodded and Blaine pulled down the last thing standing between them. Taking his hand, Blaine pulled Kurt into the shower and pressed him up against the cold tile wall. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaines shoulders so their bare chests were flush against each other and their cocks rubbing together. Kurt moaned loudly, almost losing it right then and there.

The warm water washed away any flour or chocolate that was left on their bodies, giving another reason to be in the shower in the first place (even though it was an incredibly weak reason). The sound of the shower filled the air and drowned out most of the sounds they were making, yet not all.

Blaine finally started making his way down Kurts abdomen, lightly trailing his lips across his chest and stomach. Once he made it onto his knees, Blaine kissed the inside of Kurts thigh and looked up at him through his thick eyelashes, asking for one last time if he was ready. Kurt nodded quickly, glad that Blaine still took the time to make sure everything they did was what Kurt wanted, because that was who Blaine was.

Kurt closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Blaine experimentally licked a line up the length of his cock. Kurts toes curled and Blaine held his hips tightly to keep him still.

Finally, Blaine took all of Kurt into his mouth at once and started bobbing slowly. "Oh god," Kurt moaned, echoing throughout the shower. "Dont stop," he breathed.

Stopping was far from what Blaine was doing. He started sucking harder and faster, moaning whenever Kurt would whimper his name.

Kurt knew he couldnt hold on much longer and started pulling at Blaines hair. "Blaine- Blaine Im gonna-" he said quickly, trying to warn Blaine to pull off. But Blaine didnt stop. Instead he took Kurt in even deeper and quickened his pace.

"Fuck. Blaine," he said somewhere between a whimper and a moan as he came hard down Blaines throat. He was having trouble staying upright, his eyes blacking out from the intense orgasm, the strongest he had ever had.

Before he knew it, Blaine was back up on his feet and supporting him up. "Youre so beautiful," Blaine whispered, staring into his eyes and then kissing his collarbone.

Kurt slid his hand down between them and wrapped it around Blaines still hardened cock. Blaine groaned and pressed his forehead into the crook of Kurts neck as Kurt finished him off. It only took a few strokes from Kurt to make Blaine come, incoherent words eliciting from his mouth.

The boys kissed for a few more minutes under the running water until it finally started getting cold.

"We have to get out now," Kurt said, not really with any force in his words.

"Dont want to." They started kissing again until Kurt tried pulling away.

"Were going to get pruney."

"Dont care," Blaine muttered.

"Even if I said we will never be baking cakes again?"

"It depends. Is baking cakes code for sex?"

"Maybe, do you not like baking cakes with me?"

"I love baking cakes with you, and we should definitely do it more often."

They both eventually left the bathroom with towels around their hips and their clothes piled up in their arms. They hurried into Blaines room, trying their best to not get the entire house wet.

"I find it disturbing that we cant even make a cake," Kurt said, laying his clothes down on a chair. "We should never be asked to do anything productive ever and—Blaine…"

Blaine had come up behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around Kurts shirtless stomach. "Hmm?" He asked gently, pressing his lips in-between Kurts shoulder blades. Kurt could tell Blaines towel was gone.

"We have to clean up that kitchen…your grandmother…" he trailed off, knowing it was useless. "How much time do we have?"

"Plenty," Blaine answered softly. Kurt smiled widely and turned around, keeping his towel from falling to the ground. He rested his arms on Blaines shoulder and twirled his finger around a wet curl sticking out from his hair. "Convince me," Kurt hummed.

"Convince you of what?"

"Why I should let you have your way with me for the second time in one morning."

"Okay..." He paused and thought for a moment, the smile falling from his face, looking as if he was trying to create a speech in his head. "First off, I love you."

"Good point, yet Im still not convinced." He said playfully.

"I have many more dont you worry." He thought for a few moments and then added, "Second, I want to be with you forever."

"Forever is a very long time."

"Not really. Depends on how long your forever is."

"And how long is your forever?" Kurt asked.

Blaine hesitated and looked as if he was searching his mind for the answer. He took a deep breath and began: "Kurt Hummel…"

"Youre not asking me to marry you, are you?" Blaine looked at Kurt puzzled. "I mean, not that I—were really young…and naked…but if youre asking I—"

Blaine put his finger to Kurts lips. "Shh…" Kurt nodded and let Blaine proceed. "Kurt Hummel, I will go to New York with you, if you would be so kind as to allow me."

"You…Youre going to come to New York? With me?" Excitement and disbelief building up as his whole heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. "But, how are you going to?"

"Whatever it takes. I want to spend the rest of my forever with you. Having days like these every single day. Baking cakes and going out and holding hands with you and just not caring. Ill leave. Ill find a way."

"Rest of your forever… I really like the sound of that," Kurt said, smiling from ear to ear and heart beating so fast that he could no longer stay still. He dropped his towel and started kissing Blaine so quickly that Blaine lost his footing, landing them both right on the bed. Both boys were laughing and smiling and Kurt didnt know how life could get much better.

"I love you," Kurt said as Blaine hovered over him. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," Blaine said after giving Kurt a long kiss. "Im glad Im such a good convincer," he laughed.

"I was about to give in, you know. I just like it when you tell me nice things."

"Oh, is that all?" Blaine teased, quickly trailing his fingers up the side of Kurts waist. Kurt reacted quickly and grabbed Blaines wrist. "Try anything and Ill get up right now and leave you for the cake."

"But a cake cant do this," Blaine said, starting to kiss Kurts neck.

"Yes, but a cake cant tickle me either."

"Go and bake your cake then. Im pretty sure it will all end the same. Take the last time you tried for example."

"You have too much confidence in yourself Mr. Anderson."

Blaine didnt stop sucking on his neck. "Cant stop…its your…only weakness…"

"My only weakness?"

"Hmm…I guess I know a few more…shall I try them now?" Blaine asked rhetorically, suddenly moving his hand down and—

"Ohmygod! Blaine!" Was all Kurt could let out before Blaine silenced him with his own lips.

And for a few days more it stayed like this, two young adults happy and perfectly in love. Kurt would meet Blaine at the ice cream shop every night after his shift to share a banana split on the roof, so they couldnt been seen by anyone. Kurt already started planning what he and Blaine would do once they got to New York, also trying to find a way to tell Rachel they were adding another member to their apartment.

Its not that Kurt was blind to the things happening right before his eyes, he noticed them, but told himself he was just seeing things. The truth be told, he wasnt. Everyday Blaine was getting paler, and his eyes were losing the light they once had in them. What Kurt didnt know, was that it was happening the whole summer, and even before then. What he also didnt know was that Blaine was making promises, promises he knew he couldnt keep.