“Nggghhhhhhhhh.” Kurt nearly yelled, reaching for the phone and remembering that he put it halfway across the room. He whimpered at the thought of having to leave the warm bed, but when he tried, he found Blaine’s arms locked around him. “Darling, the alarm.”

“No leaving. You have thirty minutes.” Blaine protested, curling his head into Kurt’s back between his shoulder blades. Kurt loved the feeling of Blaine’s soft hair against his back, and his strong arms around him, but he knew the alarm was more pressing.

And there was always a snooze button…

“I’ll come back, I promise, I just have to get it before it gets too loud and wakes my dad up.” Kurt whispered. Blaine let go with a sigh, and grabbed the phone and hit snooze, taking it back to the bed with him.

“I absolutely have to leave when it goes off again.” Kurt said, crawling back in and getting into Blaine’s arms again. Blaine made a contented noise in his throat and pulled Kurt a little closer; his eyes fluttering open as Kurt’s face drew closer.

“Good morning, Love.” Blaine murmured, reaching a hand up and laying it on Kurt’s face, stroking his forehead with his thumb.

“Good morning.” Kurt whispered, nuzzling closer.

The two lay face to face in bed for the next fifteen minutes until the alarm went off again. Kurt sighed and Blaine’s face grew sad.

“I’ll see you in a few hours.” Kurt said, placing a quick, closed-mouth kiss on Blaine’s lips, self-conscious of his morning breath. He sat up, clicking the alarm on his phone off.

“I can’t wait until we’re older, Kurt.” Blaine groaned, rolling onto his back. Kurt cocked an eyebrow at him, delicately pushing curls back from Blaine’s forehead.

“Huh?”

“When we’re older and in college and have our own places.” Blaine elaborated. “We’d be able to do this all the time, and then we could just stay in bed.” He said, smiling. Kurt blushed, remembering what they had done. But there was something else nagging at Kurt: the future. Would Blaine go to New York, too? When he thought of it, he realized he didn’t know what Blaine wanted to do with his life. He had mentioned once that this would be one of his last summers performing, so Kurt knew that wasn’t it. Kurt gulped at the thought of Blaine going anywhere else.

“Dazing out already? Go on, get out of here.” Blaine said, reaching a hand over to Kurt’s. Kurt looked down at Blaine, the yellow sunrise finding ways through the curtains to find a landing spot on Blaine’s face, illuminating those white teeth and those caramel colored eyes. The future would have to wait.

“Alright. I’ll come wake you up in a few hours for breakfast.” Kurt said, bending over and kissing Blaine on the left side of his forehead, just above his brow bone. Kurt walked over and took his clothes and lotion bottle from the drawer and left the room.

Once in his room, Kurt stashed his clothes in the hamper and put his lotion on his vanity before grabbing the hoodie Blaine had given him to sleep in on the New York trip. Kurt slipped into it, smiling as the smell of Blaine returned to him. He sighed, realizing it really had nothing on actually sleeping next to Blaine. Sighing, Kurt slipped into his cold bed.

Within twenty minutes, he heard his father’s heavy footsteps on the stairs and tucked his head further into the pillow and pretended to be asleep. Burt opened the door and looked in before walking out and closing it again. Kurt smiled and allowed himself to drowse for a few hours until his regular alarm went off at eight-thirty.

The thought of more Blaine woke Kurt up pretty quickly. He stripped and headed into the shower, amazed to look at himself. The tissue may have cleaned him some, but it hadn’t been perfect. That’s Blaine’s doing. He thought, trying not to get hard. He also had to take care with the large hickey on his chest Blaine had left him, the only visible evidence of what they had done.

Kurt stepped out, toweling himself off and brushing his teeth. He looked himself in the mirror as he did so, taking in everything from his general appearance to the mark on his chest. He thought about the chubby, shorter kid who stood here just over a year ago. That kid would never have recognized his future self, he realized. Tall, lean, confident, loved, sexually active.

Kurt went back into his rooms and put on a pair of distressed jeans that were less tight than he usually wore (though that wasn’t saying much, he thought with a smirk) and a tight red t-shirt. He wasn’t very happy that he had to put the first shirt he picked up back down; the neck on it was too low and would have shown a little bit of the bruise-like hickeyHe styled his hair up quickly, but still perfectly. Smiling, he turned back to the red Dalton hoodie he had just put back down on the bed and slid it back on before heading upstairs.

Carole was in the kitchen when Kurt got upstairs, already fixing some eggs and bacon. Kurt popped into the kitchen, smiling at his stepmother.

“Good morning!” He said brightly, taking a bowl and beginning to pull flour, sugar and baking soda for pancakes.

“Good morning.” Carole replied, amused as Kurt started humming as he reached for measures and bowls. “You seem to be in a good mood.”

Kurt forced himself to not hesitate while pulling a bowl from the island, biting down a blush. “I slept well.” He said, starting to scoop in dry ingredients. “Salt?”

Carole handed it to him, and he added it as well. “Your dad told me to tell you that your cousin Annie is going to be staying here this summer.” She said. Kurt looked up sharply, excited. “Her parents are going to Arizona because her mom’s dad isn’t in good health.”

“Will she be here in time for my birthday?” Kurt asked, bouncing a bit on his toes and grabbing milk from the refrigerator. This was turning out to be a fabulous week.

“She’ll get here Tuesday.” Carole said, smiling at how excited Kurt looked. “Am I going to like her?”

“Most likely, since she’s one of my favorite people in the world.” Kurt said. “She’s not really domestic, though, so I’m still your main hand. Eggs?” Carole handed Kurt the eggs and he began to crack them in, followed by milk.

“She’s your age, right?” Carole asked, taking the milk and putting it back in the refrigerator, handing him the butter.

“Yeah, just a few months older. She turned seventeen in January. When she lived in Lima I called her my big sister.” Kurt said with a smile, pulling a spoon from the drawer and starting to stir.

“That’s fun. Burt tells me Blaine’s in the guest room.” Carole said, smiling. Kurt had a feeling she was trying to make a statement between linking “fun” and “Blaine”, but carefully assessing her told Kurt that she didn’t know anything.

“Yeah, Dad told him to stay here instead of driving back to Marion, since it was almost midnight when we got back last night.” He said. Carole nodded.

“That’s probably a good idea. How late did you two stay up?”

“Not long after Dad went to bed.” Kurt said, focusing on breaking up a little clump.

“Wow. I’m pretty sure at your age if my boyfriend were just a staircase away I would have gone crazy.” She said, shaking her head. Kurt blushed and continued stirring, though he was pretty sure all the clumps where gone. “Go wake him up. The bacon and eggs are almost done, and I’ll start these.” She said. Kurt smiled and fled.

Once he got to the guest bedroom, Kurt took a second to check his hair with his hands before looking at the door. Did he even need to knock at this point? He decided to quickly rap on the door before opening it slightly, peeping inside.

Blaine was in bed, still asleep. Kurt leaned into the doorframe, smiling has he took in the sight of his boyfriend. He was a little scruffy from not shaving, and he looked so peaceful lying there, his mouth slightly open. Slowly he stopped his staring and walked over to the bed, putting a hand on Blaine’s bare shoulder.

“Hey, wake up.” Kurt whispered, shaking lightly. Blaine’s eyes squinted open and a content smile spread across his face.

“Mmmm” he murmured, pulling on Kurt’s arm, rolling onto his back. Kurt laughed and shook his head, removing his hand from Blaine and shaking his head.

“Come on, breakfast’s almost ready. Go take a shower and then come down. That door leads to a bathroom, and everything you need will be in there.”

“Not you.” Blaine muttered, reaching for Kurt again. Kurt rolled his eyes and backed up, giggling.

“You’ll have me as soon as you get to breakfast.”

“I want you now. Forever.” Blaine said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Kurt softened, smiling. “At least give me a kiss?” He said, sitting up.

“Not until your teeth are brushed.” Kurt said, bending over and kissing Blaine on the forehead before walking out of the room, pausing in the doorway to glance back at Blaine, who was beginning to get out of bed, pouting.

Kurt returned to the kitchen and took over pancake-flipping duty for the next ten minutes. Carole, having put the bacon and eggs on plates, went to wake up Finn. As she left, Kurt heard her say, “Good morning, Blaine! Sleep well?” and an answering “Yes, Mrs. Hummel, thank you for letting me stay overnight.” Kurt kept his back to the kitchen doorway as his stepmother assured Blaine it was nothing, smiling as he heard Blaine’s footsteps behind him. Blaine came closer and closer until he had caught Kurt around the waist, resting himself against Kurt’s back.

“Good morning. Do I get my kiss yet?” He asked, dropping a kiss on Kurt’s cheek. His voice was heavy and low, and Kurt felt his breathing speed up. He turned his face toward Blaine, biting the inside of his lip as he made eye contact with the older boy.

“Good morning.” He whispered. Blaine grabbed him by the hips and turned him before kissing him, his tongue pressing for Kurt to let it in. Kurt broke the kiss, shaking his head.

“Pancakes. Carole.” He said, turning around and checking that the pancake wasn’t ready to be flipped yet. Blaine rolled his eyes, going over to Kurt’s side and pulling him into another kiss, this time gentler.

“Fine. But let’s go to the park this morning.” Blaine said. Kurt nodded.

“Fill your plate.” He said, just as Finn lumbered into the kitchen, his hair uncombed and his pajamas wrinkled.

“Oh, hey, Blaine. Didn’t know you were here, dude.” He said, pulling the orange juice from the refrigerator. “Guess that explains why there’s breakfast.”

“Hi, Finn. Kurt’s dad let me stay the night so I didn’t have to drive back to Marion after midnight.” He said, turning to Kurt’s stepbrother as the athlete pulled three glasses from the cabinet.

“Gotcha. How was Chicago? You get your part?” He asked, pouring. Blaine shook his head.

“Blaine’s audition was stopped because he was ‘too suggestive,’” Kurt said, pulling the last pancake from the griddle and air quoting with his other hand. Blaine made a grumpy face, but Finn laughed.

“Sucks, dude. Hey, did you catch the ball game the other night? Fourteen innings, man…” He said, and the three set about collecting food onto their plates while Blaine and Finn talked comfortably about sports. Carole reentered the kitchen, getting food of her own and sitting down at the table with them.

The conversation flowed easily over breakfast, and soon enough Carole was collecting their plates and asking them what they were going to do. Finn told her Puck was coming over to play X-Box, and Kurt told her that he and Blaine were going to the park.

“Alright! I’m going to go visit Bettie Ridget, down the street, she just had surgery and needs some company. Call me if any of you need anything.” She said, taking the plates to the sink. Kurt grabbed his keys off the table in the entryway and pulled Blaine by the hand outside to the Escalade.

Once the two reached the park, Kurt headed for the lake. Parking by the side of the road, he took off the hoodie and stepped outside, the warm morning air settling over him. Blaine walked around to him, stretching as he went. Once he saw Kurt’s v-neck shirt, he smiled.

“Had to go for the high-necked one today, didn’t you?” He said with a grin, putting a hand on Kurt’s chest above where the big purple mark was on Kurt’s chest. Kurt bit his lip, grinning but not answering. Blaine drew closer, pulling back the fabric from Kurt’s chest and chuckling at the big purple mark, running a finger over it. Kurt took a sharp breath, pushing Blaine’s arm away.

“That hurts.” Kurt grumbled. Blaine chuckled a little more, glancing up at Kurt’s face before leaning over and licking a line over it. Kurt jumped, shoving him up against the car and reclosing the space between them, kissing Blaine.

“I’m going to get you for that.” Kurt growled, smashing his lips against Blaine’s again. Blaine blinked before leaning into the kiss, amazed at Kurt’s sudden use of strength. Kurt grinded himself into Blaine’s lower half, smiling mischievously at Blaine’s hardness and how the older boy whimpered and fidgeted against Kurt. Kurt smirked, letting go of Blaine and turning around, walking toward a bench.

“Kurt!” Kurt turned around to see Blaine still standing against the Escalade, his hands pressing against the black metal to hold him up and his chest rising and falling, his eyes nearly black. Kurt’s eyes drifted closed as he hit the unlock button twice.

“Very back seat.” He said, opening his eyes and biting his lip. Blaine nodded, opening the door and climbing back. Kurt got in, shutting the door and reaching to the front into the glove compartment, where he grabbed his suntan lotion and a pack of tissues before heading back to the backseat.

“You’re lucky I love you.” Kurt whispered, grinning as he pulled down the sweatpants Blaine was wearing and took him out of his pants again. Blaine whimpered. “All I have is suntan lotion.” Kurt said, opening it and grimacing at the smell. Blaine laughed, gasping as Kurt smoothed the warm lotion over him.

“You don’t have to…” Blaine said, but Kurt rolled his eyes.

“You should’ve seen yourself. I couldn’t just leave you like that, someone might have walked by and seen the tent in your pants and reported us for an illegal campsite.”

“Can’t help if my boyfriend has gone from calling himself a baby penguin to pushing me up against cars.” Blaine bit out as Kurt ran his fingers around Blaine. Kurt smiled, but he looked at Blaine’s hard on a little apprehensively. Strangely, it was easier to know what to do with it when he couldn’t see it. Slowly, Kurt stroked it.

He gained pace after a little bit, and found little things that Blaine liked. It took him by surprise when Blaine began to rock into his hand, and Kurt kept his eyes on Blaine’s face, loving the way Blaine’s eyes were closed and little moans kept coming from his throat. Kurt grasped a little tighter and moved a little faster and watched, amazed, as Blaine let out a little yell as he came. Kurt took a tissue out and started daubing at Blaine, who was resting his head back against the window.

“Kiss me.” Blaine whined as Kurt tucked him back into his pants. Kurt happily climbed up and pressed his lips against Blaine’s in a peck, smiling and allowing himself to settle down on Blaine’s chest.

“Sorry it’s so cramped in here.” Kurt complained, pushing Blaine’s curls back from the sweat on his head.

“Hey, better than in my car.” He said, smiling up at Kurt. “Want me to get you?” He asked, running a hand along Kurt’s hip.

“Nope, I want you to owe me. That’s your punishment.” Kurt said with a grin, sitting up. Blaine scowled. “Come on, I want to take a walk around the lake before it gets too hot.”

“You’re too hot.” Blaine muttered, earning a laughing look from Kurt. The younger boy started to climb out of the Escalade first, and Blaine lightly squeezed Kurt’s ass when it came into view.

“Excuse me?” Kurt said, trying to mask his laughter as anger. Blaine merely grinned.

“What? I like it.” Blaine replied cheekily. Kurt made a show of rolling his eyes, but he couldn’t help but smile as he climbed out. Blaine joined him, bouncing as he hit the ground. Kurt closed the door and pulled the keys back out of his pocket, locking the doors again. Blaine took his hand, rubbing his thumb in Kurt’s palm as they started to walk around the lake.The two spoke every once in a while, but left most of their journey up to comfortable silence. Around the time they reached the other side of the lake, Kurt realized Blaine had become more pensive.

“What are you thinking about?” Kurt asked, reaching up and stroking Blaine’s cheek.

“That I wish I didn’t have to go home today.” Blaine said, kicking a rock into the water, watching the ripples run out into the lake. “I feel like I leave so much behind when I go back to Marion.”

“What do you mean?” Kurt asked, genuinely confused.

“You. Myself. Everything. I have to go to the country club tomorrow. I mean, Wes might be there, but if he’s not I’m stuck with all these snobs I can’t stand. It’s back to hairgel. I can’t talk about you. Marion sucks.”

Kurt sighed. He understood why Blaine couldn’t talk about him. He didn’t mind, because he knew how much Blaine wanted to. Blaine had sung to him in front of both of their schools and danced with him in front of hundreds of judging eyes at prom. Blaine wasn’t ashamed of Kurt in the slightest.

“You know Dalton’s my escape. My summers are horrible. They’re even worse now that I actually have something to hide.” Blaine said, looking down. Kurt put an arm around Blaine’s waist, resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder.

“I wish I could drive up there sometimes instead of you having to drive down here all the time, but you’ll just have to come back down on Saturday and we’ll think of something to do.”

“Deal.” Blaine said, pressing a kiss to Kurt’s head, but still not smiling. How could he possibly spend the summer hiding the happiest part of his life?