It was still light out when he finally closed his closet door, the sky was a slight pinkish color but the light pouring in his room was still bright, summer light. Kurt ran his fingers over the doorknob to his now almost empty closet. That small yet comfortable walk-in had always be his own personal refuge, he liked to believe that behind it was his originality, well, where he got it anyway. He smiled softly as he turned back to his cleared-out room, most of his bags were already in the foyer, the only things left were his carry-on bags. He grabbed the last two items and left the room, not letting himself feel sadness as he closed the door and headed down the stairs. He carefully placed everything down and joined his family in the living room.
“You all set?” His father inquired, looking up from the seemingly funny movie on the TV.
“Yep, all good.” No more words were necessary as he slid onto the couch to settle in his dad’s arms. Carol looked over and gave him a bright smile with only a hint of sadness. Today was August 18th, that night would be his last in Ohio before he left for New York the next day. He had made the request that no one be sad or think of it as a depressing event, it had taken a lot of convincing but they all finally agreed to keep it light, as much as they could anyway.
Few minutes passed before they heard a car pull up outside, moments later the doorbell rang. Kurt got up and headed over to the door, before pulling it open he looked back at the Hudmel-Hudson family, all watching him with little knowing smiles. He finally opened the front door to reveal a very smiley Blaine dressed in a very sharp suit with a purple pocket square and arms behind his back. Kurt couldn’t help the huge grin that graced his features as he took in how amazing his boyfriend looked and it only grew when Blaine brought out from behind his back a bouquet of flowers, white call lilies, because Blaine had declared it to be the perfect flower with its undeniable beauty but also character and strength, just like Kurt.
Kurt said his quick goodbyes with a wave before heading to Blaine’s car, he would see his family at the airport the next day, tonight was his and Blaine’s night. They drove in silence, hands clasped over the console, Kurt knew how hard Blaine was trying, how much effort he was putting into staying happy but he knew that he was hurting.
Blaine had planned this date for 3 weeks now, he had made a reservation at one of the best restaurants around, it was 20 minutes out of Lima but so worth it.
In the silence Kurt let out a thought “We never really found a song”
“A song?” Blaine questioned, turning to look at Kurt’s profile for just a second.
“A song, one just for us. We have a flower and we have ‘thing‘…”
“A thing?”
“Yeah,” Kurt replied “Our thing, coffee and flirty duets.”
Blaine thought a little before replying “But we’ve sung plenty of songs, couldn’t one of those be ours, per say?”
Kurt frowned “Does it really count? If we sing them? I have no idea, I don’t know the romantic and cheesy actions code that well” he said with a smirk.
“Hey! You know you love all the cheesy romantic stuff! You’re the one asking for a song.” Blaine countered with a small sarcastic twist.
Kurt laughed a little, squeezing Blaine’s hand. Now he was the one thinking about the fact that they would not have time to find their “song” since he was leaving the next day. He shock the thoughts out of his mind but out of the corner of his eye he saw Blaine watching him. He hated not talking about it but he knew it was for good reasons, this was his last night here and they had talked enough about his departure, tonight was about being together and enjoying every last second.
When they arrived at the restaurant, the sun was still up, it was already 7 but the sky was still a lovely pink and orangey hue. They went in and got seated quickly. Their conversation flowed easily, as usual. It was so effortless with them, talking, conversing, sharing. Even if they weren’t talking about the next day’s event they weren’t avoiding it either, they discussed without sadness because they knew they would be perfectly fine, it would be hard but they would be OK in the long run, the holiday schedule had been figured out, they would spend as much time as possible together during the following year. So they used this night to be together freely, to just spend time with each other, no pressure and keeping their impending separation at bay.
As the night progressed they ate surrounded by a bubble of serenity, they shared bites and toasted to their end of a lovely summer. The food was marvelous, marinated duck with a lovely prune and apple sauce along with a puree of peas, all quite sophisticated and both of them enjoyed mocking it a little. They laughed and talked and ate and when their plates were cleared they enjoyed looking through the dessert menus and Kurt laughed while Blaine tried to convince him to get two desserts to go halfsies.
“Really, Blaine? Halfsies?” Kurt asked with a laughter shinning in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, but how could you think it’s acceptable to ask a man to choose between a tiramisu or chocolate mousse? It cannot be done!”
Kurt laughed loudly and Blaine grabbed his hand over the table, as he had done many times over the course of the evening, and squeezed.
“You can indulge on this particular night” At that Kurt finally stopped laughing to look at Blaine closely. Saying such a thing would have normally brought them back to the reality of the situation but instead he could only see joy in Blaine’s eyes, both their smiles were comically bright as they ordered both desserts with the waitress who only smiled back and offered to bring and extra spoon.
The evening continued as such, in a state of comfort and love and they both knew how fine they would be. After dessert was finished (completely finished), they talked until Blaine paused mid sentence and raised one finger.
“Wha..” Kurt started.
Blaine shushed him, “This song.”
“What about it?”
“It’s lovely,” responded Blaine “dance with me, please”
Kurt watched as Blaine removed his napkin from his lap and stood up, offering his hand. Kurt stared up, slightly surprised but at the same time, not at all.
Taking his hand, Blaine lead Kurt to the small dance floor and, after kissing his hand once, brought them closer together in a dance to Corinne Bailey Rae’s ‘Like A Star’.
They moved slowly and gracefully across the ground. They were the only ones dancing and people around were starting to watch them but it didn’t matter as Blaine rested his cheek against Kurt’s and their eyes closed, letting themselves just move along with the music. The song guided them as they shared this perfect, suspended moment. If a tear fell down Blaine’s cheek at that moment it was out of pure joy and contentment.
At one point they looked at each other and just smiled.
“I don’t want us to have a song” Blaine whispered, “For one, it doesn’t matter that we don’t have one since every song will always make me think of you. Every song is ours no matter where we are or how far apart.”
“Are you trying to take your shot at writing one right now, hotshot?” Kurt teased.
Blaine spined Kurt suddenly and gave him a squinty-eyed look of disapproval.
“No, I’m trying to tell you that we shouldn’t have a song,” he continued, “because I want to be able to discover new songs with you for the rest of my life, we cannot just choose one for forever” he let out a ragged breath. “Every time I find you again, it will be a new beginning, a new chapter for us and a song will not be the thing that follows us from one stage to the other but our love”
Kurt closed his eyes, trying very hard to not cry. A smile broke out on his face and he opened his eyes to stare softly at Blaine. “Okay,’ he agreed bringing his hand up to Blaine’s face.
“I thought you were going to mock me for being so cheesy” Blaine said with a small pout.
Kurt let out a soft laugh along with a sniffle. “Shh you’re ruining it” he said with that little smile that never seemed to have left his lips since the beginning of the evening. He let his forehead press to Blaine’s.
“I love you so much, Blaine” he whispered. ‘Hearing you say that, ‘forever’, you make my heart do things I didn’t think were ever possible”
“Maybe you should get that checked, could be a condition” Blaine giggled as Kurt swatted his arm playfully before letting Blaine grab his hand once more and reposition them. They continued to sway, barely moving, until the song ended.
After that it was all slow and languid as they paid the bill and went back to Blaine’s house. His parents, as per usual, were out so Blaine could freely bring Kurt up to his room.
He closed the door gently and turned to Kurt. He stepped up to him and ran his thumb along his cheek, bringing it down to his neck to curl his fingers at his nape to bring him just those few millimeters closer so their lips could touch. They moved together at a slow pace but it was absolutely perfect. Their lips stayed connected in a passionate but closed-mouthed kiss as they undressed each other, item by item, letting their hands trail along the others body, pushing off shirts with gentle nail dragging until pants and shirts were shed and left on the ground as Kurt ran his hands up and over his chest to trail them down his shoulder to his hand to pull him towards the bed.
The pace they were taking was not too unfamiliar, they had had sex enough to have certain levels, not of intensity but of intimacy. They had discovered everything together, they knew what they liked and they also knew that sometimes fast and rough and dirty could be mind blowing but so could soft and slow and sensual.
This particular night it came automatically, they laid together and explored their already known bodies, letting fingers and tongues and lips trail where they knew worked to make the other let out breathless gasps and moans. They may have been moving like some romantic love scene but the noises they imitated were still ones of ecstasy, some involuntary some not, but neither of them held back to stay in their cocoon of softness.
As Kurt prepped Blaine with one finger after another he didn’t keep it all languid and Blaine didn’t keep his groans of pleasure in as his trembling hands help onto Kurt’s shoulders. Soon Blaine was rocking back into Kurt’s fingers, trying to get the most he could even though he knew only moments later he would get what he wanted.
They moved together in less than perfect symmetry but symmetry none the less as Kurt made sure Blaine was stretched and ready before preparing himself and settling on his side, pulling Blaine back to him, he kissed all around his back and the back of his neck before settling one arm around Blaine’s waist, he used his other hand to guide himself to Blaine’s entrance, making sure to keep peppering him with kisses as he pulled Blaine’s leg up a bit and pushed in slowly.
When he was full seethed, they stayed like that for a bit, Blaine reached back to grab Kurt’s hand and grasped it on the pillow next to his face that was already scrunched up in pure bliss.
Kurt started moving and the pleasure was intense as he slowly thrust in and out, Blaine was tight but perfectly prepared so there was very little resistance and no residual pain for him but Kurt wanted to set a gradual rhythm. He wanted it all to last. They both did.
Kurt had his forehead at the top of Blaine’s spine breathing in and out, trying to concentrate on keeping a pace while attempting to memorize everything from this moment, the sounds, the feeling. He moved his hand from his waist along the expanse of Blaine’s chest, trying to feel every dip of muscle and every curve. Soon the pace got faster, they didn’t even have to communicate to know when it was time to rock faster, Blaine was moaning into their clasped hands as he let his hips roll backwards into Kurt who was sucking into Blaine’s skin at the back of his neck as he quickened his pace, thrusting a little harder and losing himself in the sensation of Blaine around him, Blaine was relaxing and clenching his internal muscles creating a sensation strong enough for Kurt to bite down and mewl, he in turn brought his hand down to Blaine’s cock, pumping it, trying to imitate the pace of his own hips but he couldn’t manage which was all for the best since Blaine was withering at both sensations breathing so harshly he could be heard better over the sound of skin hitting skin. Kurt was moaning desperately into Blaine’s sweaty skin, right under his dark curls in his nape, Blaine reached out his other hand to Kurt’s ass, pressing, kneeing, trying to get more, faster, harder, deeper.
Kurt got the message and continued to thrust, straining his thigh muscles than Blaine was now grabbing, pulling Kurt’s leg over his causing a shift inside of him, now every thrust didn’t just graze his prostate but pounded into it, Blaine was now screaming, eyes clenched shut tight, the pleasure was suddenly pulsing through his entire nerve system, he was yelling Kurt’s name into the pillow right by their clasping hands. Kurt’s hips were starting to stutter as he felt wave after wave of electricity course through his blood.
He continued to pump Blaine’s dick and rut but he was falling over the edge. As soon as he heard Blaine’s shouts he knew that he was close as well. His thighs were burning but he was so close and so was Blaine so he kept on fucking him while he moaned Blaine’s name over and over between shallow breaths, breaths that were barely being complete as he kept losing it again every time Blaine clenched around him and moaned his name.
One, two, three more pumps and Blaine was coming with a shout than ended in a whine of pleasure and Kurt could feel him squeeze his hand and it would have been painful had his attention not been on Blaine’s ass clenching around him causing him to lose his vision for just a second before he was coming hard inside Blaine, biting his shoulder they were barely muffling his loud shouts of Blaine’s name. The climax continued as they rocked together just a while longer. But the minute they came down and before their breathing had barely gotten back to a safe level Blaine was turning around rolling over Kurt to kiss him, he brought his hands up, one to cup his face and the other to keep him elevated as he kissed Kurt like a dying man desperate for water, for air, for life.
Kurt wiped his hand on the duvet to bring both up to Blaine’s face, grabbing it to kiss back feverishly. Soon the lack of oxygen was actually becoming a problem as their vision swam.
“God, Kurt, the things you do to me” Blaine breathed, sounding raw and wretched.
“Right back you, love” Kurt responded trying to catch his breath. Everything was so hot and slightly oversensitive but he didn’t care as he brought Blaine back down to kiss him, molding their mouths together.
He was so tired but he couldn’t seem to stop. After a while they detached and Blaine rolled to lie on his back. He moved his hand around blindly to take Kurt’s hand from his chest to entwine them between their naked bodied. There was barely any space between them but enough for their linked hands.
After a while Blaine sat up and used a corner of the extra quilt to wipe himself off before crawling down to Kurt’s feet, he littered Kurt’s legs with kisses, from calf to knee to thighs, making sure to massage them so they would not be sore. Kurt watched his ministrations with half lidded eyes and he followed him until Blaine was back in front of him, face to face.
Kurt brought his hand up to Blaine’s cheek. He trailed his fingers under his eyes, over his cheekbone, along his jaw, around his lips, back up to the curve of his nose before settling back on his cheek. Blaine had been watching him, and when Kurt finally looked into his eyes he saw such happiness in them than he had to close his own for a second. He gave Blaine a smile that light up the room and turned over to curl against Blaine.
Blaine automatically wrapped his arms around his and whispered his love into his ear, wished him sweet dreams and let himself drift off into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, no one was sad. Everyone was simply exhilarated, which surprised Kurt. He had wanted only this but having it was simply amazing. Blaine and him joined Burt, Finn, Rachel and Carol at the airport, they walked in together and took longer than necessary finding Kurt’s gate, for some unknown and unsuspicious reason Finn had assumed his gate was at 12D and not 17F. Kurt was grateful, they were early enough to afford to walk slowly all the way there.
But, soon enough they were in front of the security check where no one but passengers could go through. Kurt’s bags had already been checked in so he only had to put down his two carry-ons before ruining into his fathers arms. Holding him tight and reassuring him that he would be fine. He then turned to Carol and Finn, giving them both a hug as well.
His heart clenched painfully as he let go of Carol because he knew what would come next. Carol gave a little nod and a smile before he turned around.
Blaine looked like an angel in the airport light, with all the large panels of glass letting the sunshine cast beautiful light on his face, the tears in his eyes shining as he smiled wide at Kurt. Kurt wanted to be strong but he realized that it didn’t matter so he choked on a small albeit happy sob before letting Blaine wrap him up in his arms. They held each other for quite a while. Just reeling in the feeling they knew they wouldn’t have until November. Kurt let go and Blaine kissed his forehead, cupping his face and held him close before whispering against his lips :
“Until next time, my love. Until next song” with that, he kissed him and they parted ways,
Later on, on the plane Kurt took out his Ipod after they took off. He looked through his playlists until he found a new one, one he had not added “Our Songs Through Forever”. Kurt smiled and put his earphones in, closing his eyes and letting himself drift into the music.

The end.