Kurt Hummel’s mouth was scalded, his throat positively sore, his pride wounded from the rushed response that came out of his mouth as a result of Blaine’s surprise attempt to give him a heart attack.

But his heart was soaring. As he and Blaine left the Lima Bean shortly after spotting Sam and Mercedes surreptitiously join hands, and it took Kurt all he could do not to squeeze Blaine’s hand to the point of losing circulation. He kept stealing looks down at Blaine as they walked to Blaine’s car, and from the smirk on Blaine’s face as he opened the passenger side door for Kurt, it seemed Blaine was well aware of Kurt’s lovedrunk happiness. Kurt delicately slid down into the car, crossing his legs and beaming up at Blaine as he gently shut the door.

Blaine came around and got into the driver’s seat, passing his bag gently to Kurt to put down by his feet. As Kurt and Blaine’s fingers brushed over the smooth leather of Blaine’s bag, the boys’ eyes met sharply.

“We’re taking a detour to the park.” Blaine said decisively, his chest a little tight and his words coming as more of a command than he intended. “Besides, it won’t take too long to pick out the sheet music.” He said, trying to correct his barking command. Blaine bit his lip. His fingers against Kurt’s reminded him that other than death-grip hand holding and the string of kisses when Blaine picked Kurt up, they hadn’t really touched since Kurt had left for New York.

That statistic just couldn’t hold.

“Okay…” Kurt said, blushing a bit and looking down at his hands in his lap before stealing a glance at Blaine as the brunette buckled his seatbelt and moved to back the car out of the parking spot. His jaw was clenched, and Kurt couldn’t help but notice the strain on his neck.

“The park sounds good to me,” he said demurely, buckling himself in as well. Blaine flashed a glance to Kurt that stole Kurt’s breath. How fast could they possibly get to this park?

The two pulled into the park in what Kurt assumed had to be record time, with slightly aggressive driving on the part of one usually controlled Blaine Anderson. Blaine quickly turned the car off into one of the more secluded wooded areas of the park, pulling off at a picnic site that was flooded from a recent rain. Parking the car, Blaine looked over to Kurt, locking eyes in anticipation before simultaneously unbuckling and getting out of the car, getting in the backseat. Blaine was practically throwing himself into the backseat of the car while Kurt was meticulously trying to look inconspicuous.

Before Kurt could finish pulling the door delicately shut beside him, Blaine was already crawling across the seat and pulling Kurt’s face to his, pressing his lips to Kurt’s without allowing the boy to catch a breath first. Kurt quickly slammed the door before leaning back into the kiss, pressing Blaine back in an impressive show of mutual force.

“My God.” Blaine whispered as Kurt forced himself to allow him to breathe. Smiling, Kurt threw himself back into the kiss and entered Blaine’s mouth with his tongue as Blaine opened his to gasp. Kurt giggled at how they both tasted like coffee, their mouths hot against each other.

Eventually Kurt was laying on top of Blaine, kissing down Blaine’s chin and neck. Blaine gasped as Kurt sucked at the soft flesh just under his chin, a previously undiscovered sensitive spot. Kurt grinned, pecking his way up to Blaine’s ear.

“So does this mean I get to start telling you how much I love you every time the thought strikes?” Kurt asked gently, kissing the hollow of Blaine’s ear.

Blaine whimpered, missing Kurt’s mouth against his. “You better.” He said, stroking down Kurt’s face with the tips of his fingers. Immediately Kurt and his roasted taste were returned to him. Blaine cupped a hand around Kurt’s neck, knowing Kurt wouldn’t take well to a hand in his hair. “So why’d you start now? I almost feel like you weren’t listening to a word I was saying…” Kurt teased, dragging Blaine’s lips with his. Blaine laughed, placing his hand at the side of Kurt’s head, his thumb gently at Kurt’s temple.

“I was going to say I missed you, but at the same time I was thinking about how your tie and jacket reminded me of you trying to blend in with Dalton uniforms the day we met, and it just kind of felt like a good idea so I went with it.” Blaine said, leaning up to kiss Kurt, feeling the heat in Kurt’s face rise as he blushed.

“Well I missed you too, “ Kurt pressed his lips softly against Blaine, “and I love you too,” he said again, kissing Blaine again, this time met with such force that it was hard to break away to speak again, “and my imitation Dalton uniform was marvelous!” Blaine’s arms were locked around Kurt’s back, pulling the younger boy back to his smiling lips before the end of the word had fallen off his lips.

“It was marvelous, Kurt, but for all the wrong reasons for what you were doing. It would never belong at Dalton. It was too nice, too spectacular and too unique. “ Blaine whispered, sitting up and resting his forehead against Kurt’s, kissing him lightly after each adjective. Somehow, Kurt knew Blaine wasn’t really talking about the shiny black (hey, it wasn’t Kurt’s fault the colors on Dalton’s website were off) jacket and solid red tie he had worn to spy on the Warblers.

“You were the most incredible person to ever walk through the doors of Dalton, Kurt. “ Blaine said, taking Kurt’s hands in his on their legs between them. “It took me too long to figure my end of it out, but somehow I wasn’t too late.” Kurt saw Blaine’s eyes downcast a bit at his last thought, as though speculating what the alternative could be. Kurt reached up and brushed a finger across Blaine’s temple, making a face in protest as some of Blaine’s hair gel came off on his thumb before settling back into that caring expression Blaine loved.

“Not too late. “ Kurt said, stroking Blaine’s temple again and making an even larger face at the gel on his finger. Blaine laughed, pulling a tissue out of a pack on the floor and wiping Kurt’s thumb clean, holding it in both of his hands and kissing the tip of his thumb as he finished.

“I think we have a summer to plan, Blaine Anderson.” Kurt said, smiling up at the dark-headed boy. Blaine’s lips twisted into a smile.

“I’m sorry, am I Blaine Anderson again?” He said, amused at the use of his actual name. Kurt grinned.

“School’s out. Blaine Warbler is off the clock. The first thing to go is that horrible hair gel. Once you get out of the school uniform there’s no need to go around looking like a news anchor.”

Blaine attempted to pout at the offense against his hair products, but he couldn’t manage it for more than a second.

“Okay, okay! You have me, curls and all. But we better get to the music store before it closes.” He said, sighing.

Kurt grinned as the two got out of the car and back into the front. Blaine reached over and lightly took Kurt’s hand in his on the armrest, giving it a light squeeze as he backed out of the space and headed for the music store.