The sun was high in a cloudless sky as Kurt turned the page in his book. The sound of the crashing waves close by was so calming and relaxing that Kurt smiled softly, wishing that every day of his life could be like this. But his thoughts were brought out of the clouds by a sudden tickling sensation at his sides. He let out a yelp and then a fit of giggling as he twisted beneath Blaine, who was giggling along with Kurt as he wiggled his fingers against Kurt's waist. When Kurt pleaded for Blaine to stop, he did, and they gazed at each other for a moment before Blaine grabbed his hands, helping him to his feet. Kurt leaned down to retrieve his book, brushing off the sand that had spilled onto it. Kurt's soft blue eyes gazed up at Blaine's caramel ones, suddenly shy but loving.

"You're late," Kurt murmured as he hugged his book to his chest and looked down at the sand.

Blaine's smile shrunk slightly. "I know. I'm sorry. Parents were hounding me 'bout where I was going."

Kurt looked down at the sand, blushing scarlet at the fact that they were standing so close. That day marked a month since they had met, at that very spot.

The beach was small and secluded. No one ever came down there, so it was like their own private beach. But right now, all Kurt could think about was how they had known each other for only a month and already he was falling for Blaine. He was falling hard.

He was falling hard for Blaine because of his messy dark curls, or maybe even his bushy triangular eyebrows. Or maybe it was his warm and friendly caramel eyes. But then again, there were a million other reasons for Kurt to be falling for Blaine- like how Blaine's smile could instantly cause Kurt to smile; how Blaine laughed whenever Kurt would do something silly; how Blaine's hugs made Kurt feel safe and warm, or even Blaine's pleasant and friendly personality. Kurt couldn't imagine how he had lived his whole life without knowing this incredible boy.

They were both only seventeen, headed in two completely different directions. Kurt was going back home to New York City to finish his last year of high school before having the pick of any college he chose. Blaine was stuck here in West Virginia for his senior year before he had to really decide what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. A few weeks ago, Kurt and Blaine had promised each other that they were going to make the best of what was left of the summer.

Blaine's smile had fallen into a relaxed line, his eyes still on Kurt. Kurt felt Blaine place a hand under his chin and gently tug upwards, causing Kurt to look up at Blaine. "Don't look away from me. You're beautiful when you blush," Blaine said in a soft, soothing tone.

Kurt sighed as he forced himself to relax. His heart rate had increased and so had his breathing. Kurt had never been this close to Blaine this long before. It was both intimidating and intoxicating.

"Y-you…think I'm beautiful when I blush?" Kurt questioned with a shaky half-smile.

Blaine let out a chuckle, nodding his head. Kurt took one look at Blaine's smile and felt his lips curl upwards. No one had ever called any part of Kurt beautiful before.

Blaine's smile had faded once more, his eyes staring down at Kurt's lips. "Can I kiss you?" he asked in such a small voice that Kurt wasn't sure he had heard Blaine correctly.

Kurt closed his eyes, relaxing his lips as he readied himself for the kiss. He felt Blaine's lips press softly but gingerly upon his, in a chaste kiss that turned into a series of kisses. Blaine put one hand on the side of Kurt's face and his other hand wrapped around Kurt's waist to pull him close, so their chest were lightly pressed together. Kurt melted into the embrace as he wrapped an arm around Blaine's neck, placing the other on Blaine's waist, kissing back as equally as he could.

It was Kurt's first kiss. Through all those years of seeing his friends get their first kisses in high school, Kurt had always dreamed about what his first kiss would be like. But none of what he imagined could compare to how incredible this one was. Blaine was so gentle and caring that Kurt wanted to cry from the happiness and adoration filling him up. It felt like too much, but just perfect at the same time.

The kiss soon transformed into full, passionate kisses that lasted longer and became slower and even more perfect. It was pretty damn obvious that Kurt was in love with this boy. And maybe it was obvious that Blaine was in love with him, too.

I.

Silent tears spilled down Kurt's cheeks as he nuzzled his neck into the crook of Blaine's, ignoring the incredible sunset. Blaine was tense beneath Kurt, but Kurt knew it was because of the current situation. Tomorrow was the day that they were supposed to go their separate ways, with Kurt heading home to start the new school year. But Kurt wasn't ready for this. He thought he was, but he was completely wrong.

They had spent the whole day together, passing the afternoon by with a picnic, swimming, playing on the shoreline, walking around the beach, kissing, holding each other, and more swimming. But now, as the sun was nearly gone, Kurt tried his hardest to savor the feeling of his body wrapped in Blaine's arms. He didn't get a single wink of sleep the night before, crying his heart out as he packed his things for their flight the next morning so that he wouldn't have to worry about it. He wanted to spend as much time with Blaine as he possibly could; but then again, there was no such thing as enough time with Blaine.

"Shh…" Blaine cooed as he began rocking Kurt back and forth. Kurt's toes curled in the warm sand as he tightened his grip on Blaine. "I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here." Kurt then felt Blaine press a long kiss to his forehead. And all of a sudden, Blaine began softly singing a familiar melody, causing Kurt to smile through his tears.

To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him

Just to see him smile, makes my life worthwhile

To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him

And I do

Kurt sucked in a breath and forced himself to find his voice, singing along with Blaine in a perfect two-part harmony.

I'll be good to him, I'll bring love to him

Everyone says they'll come a day when I'll walk alongside of him

Yes, just to know him is to love, love, love him

And I do

They fell silent after the song ended, Kurt's tears drying as the song had done its work in calming him. They stared out at the half-vanished sun making its reflection onto the ocean water. They sat there, Kurt relaxed in Blaine's lap, for the longest time before Kurt had to speak. "Blaine…what if I'll never see you again?" Kurt asked in a desperate voice as he turned around to face Blaine, sitting astride his lap. He set his hands on Blaine's shoulders as he looked at Blaine's face.

Blaine gave Kurt a hopeful smile, cupping Kurt's face in his hands. "Don't you see Kurt? This is just the beginning," he said, as he leaned in and pressed his lips against Kurt's. This time, the kiss was different. For the first time, Kurt allowed his lips to part when he felt Blaine trace his tongue against them, bidding him entry.

But no sooner did Kurt feel the moist and smooth heat of Blaine's tongue move against his, that he realized that it was all too much too soon. He pulled away and sighed. "Blaine, please, don't spoil it," he begged.

Blaine gave him an understanding smile as he pressed a quick kiss to Kurt's lips. He wrapped his arms around Kurt once more and pulled him close, nuzzling his nose into Kurt's neck this time. "I'll write to you, okay?" Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear.

Kurt sighed against Blaine's hold. "Promise?" His voice was still shaky.

"Promise."

II.

The moon was high in the starry sky when Kurt returned to the vacation home, more exhausted than ever. All of the luggage was ready to go for the following morning and all that was left to do was eat supper and sleep. Kurt's parents, Elizabeth and Burt, were in the kitchen, listening to the radio as the smell of Italian food filled the air. Elizabeth was cooking and Burt was sitting at the kitchen island, reading the newspaper.

Burt looked over at Kurt and smiled. "Great! You're home! Your mother and I have something we'd like to talk over with you."

Elizabeth placed a pile of plates on one end of the table, along with silverware and napkins. "Kurt, sweetie, can you please set the table?"

Kurt began setting the table as Burt turned around on his stool to face Kurt. "Kurt, you mother and I have been talking. And we've decided that instead of returning to New York City, we'd move to Ohio. Your grandpa isn't well enough to properly run the tire shop now, and quite frankly, there's no one else to do it. So what do ya say, kiddo? Is that okay with you?"

Kurt was happy for his father. All his father was ever really interested in was work and sports. Now was the perfect time to become his own boss like he had always wanted to do, instead of working for someone else in a big auto repair shop in New York. "Sounds perfect, dad," Kurt said as he walked over and hugged his father. "Congratulations," he told him.