Kurt doesn't know why he's here. He doesn't know why he's in the middle of backwoods nowhere, safely ensconced in a little shack (because let's face it, that's exactly what it is) in the middle of a hot, southern summer. Well, okay, he knows how he got here. He knows that Blaine specifically chose this place because he "wanted to get away from it all". But this? This was…really away. This was too far away for Kurt's liking. Blaine had not allowed either of them to bring their laptops, only a bag of books and magazines. So here he sat, on the edge of a surprisingly large bed, in what most would deem a shed, clad in only a pair of boxer briefs, sweating buckets in the humidity due to the storm rolling in, with nothing to do.

Tink. Tink tink tink.

Kurt glances up, eyeing the tin roof of their lodging, and listens as the rain starts to drip from the heavy clouds above them.

He sighs, eyeing his phone on the rickety night stand. He's still surprised they even have electricity. He gets no signal out here, though, so it doesn't matter either way.

He settles himself against the pillows at the head of the bed, leaning on the flimsy headboard and turns his gaze to Blaine.

Blaine's sprawled out on his stomach, facing away from Kurt, thin cotton sheets pooled low around his naked hips. Kurt notes the steady rise and fall of his back, a sure sign his boyfriend is sleeping deeply. He suppresses the urge to reach over and twist his fingers in the sweat damp curls on Blaine's head, eyeing the slight ripple of muscles under his creamy, coffee tinted skin.

The rain begins to fall harder around them and for some reason, the sound of the raindrops on the tin roof wash away his earlier frustrations.

A thunderclap sounds loudly. Blaine stirs.

His head turns toward Kurt, nestling back down in the pillow. He reaches his arms up to grip at the edge of the mattress, stretching languidly in the summer heat.

Kurt's gaze follows a single bead of sweat, dripping down from Blaine's shoulder blade, watching as it trickles down the length of his spine to settle just above the cotton sheet.

Blaine's eyes flutter open.

"Hey," he mumbles with a sleepy little smile on his lips.

"Hey," Kurt returns, throat dry.

Blaine scoots closer to Kurt, nuzzling his face into Kurt's hip and draping a lazy arm across his thighs. Kurt finally allows himself the luxury of sliding his slim fingers through Blaine's damp hair.

"It's raining," Blaine notes for no real reason.

"Yeah," Kurt replies, eyes soaking up the sight of Blaine's strong arm across his lap.

Blaine yawns. "You're really bored aren't you?"

"I was," Kurt says just before a small thunderclap. He drags a finger around the shell of Blaine's ear and then ever so slowly down his neck to stop and caress at the bone of his shoulder. "Not anymore."

Blaine shivers at his touch and Kurt feels him press a warm kiss to his hip bone through his underwear.

It's almost too warm, that action, combined with the humidity and their body heat, but it sets Kurt's skin on fire in a wholly unexpected way.

He knows Blaine heard his sharp intake of breath, despite the loud melody of raindrops plinking against the tin roof overhead. Blaine drags his arm back across Kurt's thighs, letting a single finger hook under the waist band of Kurt's underwear, pulling them down just enough to expose a bit more flesh. Blaine slides his tongue along the indention the band had left behind on Kurt's skin and over to lick at the jutting little hip bone he had kissed earlier.

Kurt's fingers find their way back into the base of Blaine's curls, twisting in the soft strands of hair he had become so familiar with. He sighs softly into the thick air drifting in through the single open window. Blaine lifts himself up, edging fingers under Kurt's waistband and tugs down gently. Kurt obliges, lifting his hips so Blaine can remove his underwear completely, pulling them down his thighs, over his knees, around his ankles and tossing them on the floor.

Blaine settles back down next to him, linking his leg over Kurt's and he presses soft, wet kisses to Kurt's abdomen. Thunder rumbles loudly around them and Blaine nuzzles his face into the trimmed thatch of hair around Kurt's semi-erection, eliciting a sharp little gasp from Kurt's throat. Every inch of skin is overly warm, overly sensitized for some reason and Kurt feels every tiny puff of Blaine's breath, every feather light touch of a fingertip, he feels it all in his soul.

"Blaine…Blaine," he whines into the summer rainstorm.

"I know," Blaine whispers against the crook of his hip.

Blaine drags himself up, straddling Kurt's lap and Kurt's hands come to rest on his boyfriend's bent kneecaps. Blaine slowly, ever so slowly slides his calloused hands up Kurt's sides, trailing tender fingers over his sweaty chest and up to cup his neck. Kurt responds in kind, dragging heavy hands across Blaine's legs, up, up, up his damp back and the rain falls harder as Blaine pulls Kurt to him. Their lips meet and somewhere on the land outside, a lightning bolt cracks the ground.

"You're so warm," Blaine breathes against Kurt's lips. "Everything's so warm."

"It feels like I'm on fire," Kurt admits in a whisper.

"God, me too," Blaine groans, kissing Kurt fiercely, capturing his lips swiftly as he slips an arm around Kurt's back to pull him even closer.

The rain falls heavier and thick tendrils of southern, summer humidity wrap around their shivering frames, cradling them as their lips collide in wet, desperate kisses. It's all so calming, yet so thrilling for some unknown reason and Blaine rocks his hips gently, erections sliding together easily thanks to sweat slick bodies and familiar movements.

"Inside me," Blaine whimpers. "Please, please, Kurt…"

"Yeah," Kurt answers breathlessly, "Yes, give me-"

But Blaine's already a step ahead of him, seizing the bottle of lube they had used the night before off the rickety night stand, flipping the cap open and squeezing a bit onto Kurt's fingers. Blaine drops the bottle on the bed, raises himself up on his knees and grips Kurt's shoulders to steady himself. He angles his head down to kiss Kurt once more before he feels two slick fingers at his entrance. Kurt pushes them in slowly, easing his way through the tight ring of muscle and he can feel Blaine tense around him so he presses soft kisses to the heated skin of his neck. The rain storm is still loud on that tin roof as Kurt stretches him, soaking in the hushed whines slipping from Blaine's lips. By the time he's got a third finger inside, Blaine's moving against him, begging, sweat dripping down the side of his face. Kurt slides his fingers out, ignoring Blaine's groan of protest as he slicks himself up with lubricant from the abandoned bottle and sets it back down on the night stand beside them. Blaine kisses Kurt's hairline, aligning himself properly and then sinks down. They hiss loudly at the impromptu sensation of everything is right, everything is you, everything is me, everything is us.

"I-I love you," Blaine stutters when Kurt's completely inside him, buried deep and he fits so perfectly there, as if their bodies were created with molds of each other in mind.

"I love you too," Kurt breathes, gripping Blaine's hips with shaking hands.

So they stay like that for god knows how long, fitted together like two halves of a whole, drinking in the scent of sex, the scent of ever present sweat, and the scent of a southern, summer rainstorm. Their chests heave together, lips and shaking hands stroking every possibly inch of skin they can reach and they can't stop whispering things, Iloveyou, you'reperfect, youfeelsoright.

Eventually it all becomes too much, too much to hear, too much to feel so Blaine starts rocking, Kurt starts thrusting and they're moving together, completely in sync, the only sounds in the room that of their gasps, thunderclaps and the tink tink tink of the rain on the roof and maybe a little bit dripping inside on the floor through that single open window.

If ever there was a sense of belonging, it was here, on cotton sheets inside a tiny little shack.

"Kurt, Kurt," Blaine's crying, eyes locked on those of the boy below him.

"I'm here," Kurt swears as he continues to thrust, continues to sweat, continues to hold.

"It's so-"

"I know," Kurt nods quickly, reaching between them to grip Blaine's erection and stroke him with a firm hand. "Let go."

"I'll fall," Blaine whimpers.

"I'll catch you," Kurt promises.

Blaine's eyes fall shut, his forehead pressed to Kurt's and Kurt feels him tense so quickly, so intensely and he can't handle this, can't handle the humidity, the words, the emotions, the sound of rain and they fall together. They fall into each other, hearts, minds, and bodies melded as one as they cry out each other's names into that thick, summer air.

"I love you," Blaine says again, showering Kurt's face with tiny kisses, "I love you."

"I love you," Kurt replies with a sated, happy smile on his face.

They eventually part, ignoring their messy skin and Kurt has half a mind to take a bath in the rain.

But for now, they simply settle down onto the cotton sheets and hold each other close.

Outside, Kurt knows there's another world beyond the rainstorm, knows there's a life awaiting his return. But inside, right here, it's too hot, too perfect and the sound of that very same rain against the tin roof is a lullaby, sweet and serene. It's calming. And Blaine's eyes are gazing into his, eyes filled to the brim with a love that the world outside simply doesn't comprehend.

But they know it's real.

It's then that Kurt knows why he's here.

The End.