“Okay, I have to ask,” Kurt says, sitting down next to Blaine on the dock, where Blaine’s currently fashioning a little crown out of daisies. Kurt gets the feeling he’s not making it for himself. “What’s with all the little ducklings?”
“Warblers,” Blaine says, flashing Kurt a smile, and it’s so bright and utterly charming that Kurt almost forgets what he asked.
“Mmhm. You’re referring to the group of kindergartners, right? The ones who—”
“Follow you around like ducklings, yes,” Kurt says, returning Blaine’s smile before he looks away, slipping off his sandals and easing his bare feet into the lake water. He’s proud for working up the nerve to talk to the dreamy counselor who’s almost always trailed by a group of small children, but Blaine is somehow even dreamier up close and it’s making Kurt’s stomach twist in a way that’s decidedly not G-rated.
“You’re getting brown.” Blaine murmurs, rolls over on the blanket they’re sharing in Kurt’s sun bathed yard so that his bare torso is covering Kurt’s, and beams down at him.
Kurt holds his wrist out to rest against Blaine shoulder in comparison. “Not as brown as you.”
“I’ve got genetics on my side,” he catches the same wrist and presses a soft kiss to Kurt’s knuckles. “I’ve never seen you this tan.”
alright so picture this.
it’s the end of august and the air is thick with that nostalgic, end-of-summer humidity. the sun’s setting and the way the sky is changing let’s you see a glimmer of the stars before the sky’s complete dark. kind of like dusk but not quite. there’s the occasional cricket and the buzzing of a fly. it’s serene, peaceful, a pleasant break. kurt’s been so busy packing up his room for the past few days…he definitely could have done it in two, but he went a little crazy with the organization. blaine sat there and helped him fold all of his clothes, of course. they didn’t miss a minute together the past three and a half months.
but now it’s the end of august and new york is just around the corner. both blaine and kurt know that it isn’t the end of anything or a good bye of any sort, just a new beginning and a new way to live and love each other. blaine already knows he’ll be there by kurt’s side in new york as often as possible. he’s looked at the buses and the trains and hell even a few planes. so has kurt, but he hasn’t told blaine yet; he wants to surprise him.
but now it’s the end of august and blaine’s pulling out all the stops. they’re out at dusk, watching the sunset as the stars start to glow, music playing softly from portable speakers as they feed each other strawberries. they’re away from everyone else; this is their time. they’re doing everything they can not to be emotional because they’ve figured it all out. they’ve mapped out on the calendar, and the actual map, how to make it so they don’t go more than three weeks seeing each other. “that’s nothing compared to the 16 years i went not even knowing you,” one of them joked at some point. they mapped everything out. they mapped out the distance, their future, how blaine’s going to manage mckinley alone. everything is on a map. kurt’s on a map; blaine’s on a map.
blaine then puts on this song. “dance with me,” he asks kurt, and they hold each other close as he sings this song into his ear.
“wait, they don’t love you like i love you.”
Summary: Based on this photo. Kurt and Blaine use one of the last days of summer to be with each other under the stars.
If you draw fanart for this I will give you my first born.
Blaine tells Kurt to bring as many comforters and pillows as possible, which is the first thing that confuses him. The second is Blaine pulling up in a large pick up truck that he needs to jump out of from the driver’s seat.
“What is this?” asks Kurt as Blaine walks over to him, a wide smile on his face.
“It’s my uncle’s truck. He’s in town and let me borrow it,” explains Blaine. “Got all your stuff?”
“Uh, yes?” The comforters and pillows are bundled tightly together and his overnight bag, something Blaine also told him to make up, was over his shoulder. “What is going on exactly?”
“Surprise. Get in the truck and I’ll throw all this in the back.” Kurt hops in the truck and a few minutes later Blaine walks around to the driver’s side and heaves himself back in the seat. He starts driving and the usual car conversation and singing along to songs on the radio begins. They are driving, quickly leaving the town behind, and then keep going.
“Where are we going?” Kurt finally asks.
Because the summer is hot and so is Blaine
There are a lot of things Kurt loves about his boyfriend. He loves the hearts he puts at the end of his goodnight texts, the way he always adds an extra kiss in his x’s and o’s. He loves the way Blaine won’t tell him how he’s doing until Kurt tells him first, the way he squeezes Kurt’s hip when they walk.
There are a lot of things Kurt loves. Today, he loves that Blaine had come to rescue him from mowing the lawn. Kurt hadn’t asked him too but Blaine knows how Kurt hates to get grass stains on his shoes and exercise that isn’t set during an allotted time at the gym. So when Kurt had sent him a text complaining about how his dad wants him to mow the lawn today, Blaine had shown up with a smile on his face and his oldest pair of sneakers.
This was how Kurt ended up sitting on the front porch, a cold glass of lemonade in his hand, watching his boyfriend mowing their lawn. It’s a ridiculously hot summer day, the sun beating down on them, the trees offering little shade and Kurt can already see the way Blaine’s shirt has started sticking to his lower back.