Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Those would be the property of Ryan Murphy, Fox and so on and so forth.

Author's Note: Welcome to my first Glee story! Hopefully you're still reading by this point, because if not, I truly failed. Lol.

-Casey

Chapter 1. "Something Wrong"

Rain. The one element that had the power to completely destroy someone's day; especially if that someone had a planned picnic with their boyfriend on what was supposed to be a gorgeous sunny day.

Kurt sat propped on the couch by his knees, his arms draped over the back with his head resting heavily against them. There he sat watching in complete annoyance as the rain pattered against the window mocking him. Today was meant to be his special picnic date with Blaine but now the game had been called on account of rain.

"Stupid rain," Kurt huffed to himself. "Any day but today."

"What's wrong kid, somethin' eatin' ya?"

Kurt was startled by the sudden sound filling the room. He turned abruptly and was met by the concerned stare of his father.

"Oh it's nothing, dad," Kurt breathed out, turning back to face the offending rain. "Just that today was supposed to be mine and Blaine's date at the park. We were going to have a picnic."

Burt took a seat and regarded his pouting son with a sympathetic smirk.

His son had been dating that Blaine Anderson kid for months now. Blaine Anderson...ever the gentleman and overly polite. Burt really couldn't find a flaw in the kid and that tended to bother him from time to time. He had never met a 17 year old with the maturity he saw in Blaine. He was a teenager and no teenager was ever perfect. The only one who came close in his mind was Kurt but being a dad, he was biased. Still, Burt had no complaints and things seemed to be going well for the pair of them. Ever since Kurt's return from Nationals in New York, they seemed to be getting a little more on the serious side and once summer began, the duo were practically inseparable.

"You know, kid, there'll be many more sunny days to have a picnic with Blaine. No need to sulk about it—" Burt tried to empathize but he knew Kurt well. He knew that a dramatic tangent could potentially be in store and by golly was he right.

"Dad," Kurt spoke crisply. "Today was supposed to be perfect. I had it all planned out: the food, the music, just—just everything that a classic romantic picnic would consist of and now-now it's all ruined."

Kurt slumped down into a sitting position next to the older man. This way he could resume pouting without having to gaze at the backstabbing rain.

Burt placed an encouraging arm around his son and pulled him in for a half hug. They sat like that for a moment or so with Burt struggling to find some further words of encouragement but thankfully he was saved by the chiming of the doorbell, interrupting their father-son bonding time.

"Probably someone for Finn," Kurt stated breathily. He tore himself away from the couch and made his way half halfheartedly towards the door dragging his feet with every step. He undid the chain and opened the door half expecting to see Rachel Berry's overly zealous grin on the other side, but instead he was met with quite the opposite. A grin that could turn his knees into jelly, beautiful hazel eyes that caused his heart to race with every glance and a voice that took his breath away with every word uttered. One day he'd figure out the true color of those eyes as soon as he was done attempting to count the myriad of colors and becoming lost in them before he reached a total.

"Am I late?"

"Blaine!" Kurt thrust himself into the awaiting arms of his boyfriend, catching him a little off guard but Blaine quickly found his balance and held Kurt close, attempting to shield him from the rain that was steadily beating down upon them.

"Oh, I'm so stupid! Come in! You must be freezing in those wet clothes!" Kurt declared and all but dragged Blaine in through the doorway.

Blaine couldn't help but chuckle at Kurt's antics. He always was the cute one. He meandered over towards the living room whilst allowing Kurt to trail after him peeling the jacket off of his rain drenched body. Instantly Blaine felt warmer not having the wet article of clothing weighing him down. In the living room Burt still sat, taking in Blaine's appearance in the doorway.

"Blaine," Burt acknowledged with a nod of the head and a rare smile.

"Mr. Hummel," Blaine countered offering his hand and being met with a warm handshake in return.

Burt smiled as he stood up from the couch and with a shake of his head said, "Blaine, for the hundredth time call me Burt. Mr. Hummel was my father."

Blaine grinned sheepishly at the likeliness that it was now literally the hundredth time he was told. "Sorry Burt; won't happen again," He promised with a "scout's honor" type gesture.

Kurt had finally pranced his way into the room after hanging up Blaine's jacket. Burt took them both in and it was now that he had decided that he was less weary of Blaine and was beginning to truly warm up to him. Seeing the smile on his son's face warmed his heart to the full extent and he couldn't feel happier. The boys hadn't been together for a long time and they were both still so young, but he really wouldn't be surprised if the two of them ended up having a future together. Burt wasn't very knowledgeable about how many gay bachelors there were in Ohio, but he felt that Kurt couldn't have found someone better than Blaine. What more could he ask for? A man who could make his little boy happy and who he could trust to take care of him. Those really were the key components in finding the one who was right for your son weren't they ? Alright Burt, before you feel any more girly and sentimental, leave now. He scolded himself.

"I'll leave you two then," He announced awkwardly as he began to depart but before he fully vacated the room he called back as an afterthought, "Behave."

The two boys laughed at Burt's warning and with that, they were alone.

"So, not that I'm not thrilled to see you, Blaine but I thought we decided that plans were out due to the storm," Kurt admitted staring longingly at the basket of things he prepared sitting forgotten in the far corner by the couch.

Blaine smirked and placed a finger beneath Kurt's chin, bringing his face up to meet his. "Rain couldn't stop me from seeing your lovely face today, Mr. Hummel."

"Very cheesy, Blaine and Mr. Hummel is my father," Kurt teased.

"You know you loved it anyway and apparently Mr. Hummel isn't your father," He laughed at the same remark Burt had said to him earlier. It was uncanny how much Kurt took after his father even if the young countertenor couldn't see it.

"Well, what did you want to do now that our picnic day is ruined?" Kurt questioned, stealing another forlorn glance at the basket.

"What do you mean ruined?" Blaine inquired in mock shock. "I fully intend to have a picnic with you today; rain be damned!"

Kurt opened his mouth to respond but Blaine had already taken him by the hand, grabbed the picnic basket and pulled his boyfriend through the kitchen and toward the backdoor despite the taller boy's protests as he was dragged the full length of the Hudson-Hummel's kitchen.

"Blaine, it's pouring outside," Kurt objected, "My hair—"

"Will look fabulous," Blaine finished flirtatiously as he opened the backdoor. Kurt didn't have any more chance for protest before he was yanked out into the chilling down pour.

Kurt let out a squeak as the rain descended upon him. Blaine chuckled at Kurt's obvious discomfort and wasted no time as he began unfolding the blanket and placing it on top of the wet grass. The whole point of the blanket was kind of silly at this point since it was becoming equally as wet as everything else. Kurt was astounded by Blaine's romantic willingness; however, that he decided to force himself to bite his tongue at any further objection. Obviously Blaine was trying to be ever the romantic and attempt to save the day as usual.

"You're responsible for the outcome of my hair I'll have you know. No complaints from you if—" He was cut off by Blaine's lips pressing against his. It wasn't a strong kiss at all, just something gentle, warm, and soothing; plus, it stopped Kurt's complaining instantaneously. That was probably the idea behind it. "The shut Kurt the hell up" kiss. The kiss ended as quickly as it began and without a seconds pause, Blaine responded with, "My hair will look goofy too, dummy. I'll be little miss Curly-Sue over here once my hair dries." The sentence was complete with a wink causing Kurt to blush at the effect that this boy had on him with just one little wink.

The young couple took a seat on the sopping wet blanket as Kurt picked up the basket and began to dig through its contents. He took out the two egg salad sandwiches that he had worked diligently to prepare and frowned as they rapidly became two soggy piles of mulch in his hands as he handed one over to Blaine who in turn smiled at his boyfriend's handiwork and proceeded to take a bite of the spoiled sandwich.

"Tastes delicious," He declared as he went to take another bite.

Kurt let out a giggle and took a bite of his own. He made a face at the taste of the soggy rain-soaked bread and looked to Blaine. "You're just like Finn. Rain spoiled or not, you both will eat anything. I guarantee if he was on this picnic he would have finished both of these disgraces of inedible sustenance before we'd even set up the blanket."

"Well, I'm glad your brother's not with us. If he was then how could I do this?" Blaine inquired as he weaved his fingers through Kurt's hair and pulled him closer so that their lips could meet. Despite the taste of the ruined egg salad, the kiss was absolutely incredible. Kurt had always dreamt of being kissed in the rain and now his wish had been granted...twice. Their tongues maneuvered together working as one. Blaine was the epitome of a great kisser; kissing him still made him feel as if the sun would shine on a cloudy day. The relationship was still at the stage where Kurt would list kissing Blaine as one of his favorite past times on his résumé. The only reason the kiss eventually came to an end was for the two of them to catch their breath.

"You really are an impeccable kisser, Mr. Anderson," Kurt complimented bashfully.

"Not so bad yourself, Mr. Hummel," Blaine responded taking another bite of the still deteriorating sandwich.

Overall, the picnic turned out to be better than Kurt could have imagined even despite the food being ruined and the fact that they and the blanket were both soaked to the bone. They laughed, joked, and kissed their way through the evening until darkness descended upon them. The rain had slowly but surely begun to ease up and at that point, the two boys have become two very sorry and shivering teenagers. With a final kiss they picked up their picnic shambles and headed back into the house. The warmth of the kitchen was the most heavenly of greetings as Kurt wasted no time in retrieving towels so that they could attempt to dry off.

"I can hardly wait to see that hair when it dries," Kurt teased as he took in Blaine's usually impeccably gelled hair matted down over his forehead.

Blaine chuckled as he rubbed the towel over his hair. "Trust me, that isn't a sight for sore eyes, rather a sight that would make your eyes sore," Blaine joked as he threw a glance over at the clock above the stove. "It's already 10?!"

"You're kidding?" Kurt responded in astonishment. Sure enough, Blaine was correct.

"I always lose track of time when I'm with you, you sneaky little devil," Blaine admonished, pulling his boyfriend into a rain-soaked hug.

Kurt didn't want to let go of Blaine just yet. He just wanted to hold him close for as long as he could but eventually he did have to let him go. Even though it was summer, Blaine still had a curfew of 11 and it was a bit of a drive back to his house.

"Are we still on for tomorrow?"

Kurt walked with Blaine to the door after he had declined a change of clothes declaring that nothing Kurt owned would even come close to fitting him.

"I'm sorry, can't. Turns out I'm double booked with another Warbler tomorrow. Do you mind?" Kurt teased.

Blaine pulled Kurt into a possessive goodbye kiss that almost caused Kurt to lose all the feeling in his legs. Once the kiss ended and Kurt felt like Gumby he smiled at his boyfriend and said, "I guess I could always cancel with the other guy."

Blaine shook his head and laughed. "You better."

After finally being freed from the adorable greedy hands of his boyfriend, Blaine was able to begin his treck from the Hummel's doorway to his car. Kurt had shut the door and Blaine found himself wishing he could have stayed longer. They were still in the honeymoon stage when they wanted to spend as much time as humanly possible together. That's what they say about young love, right? He was sure this was something a little more and he was in it for the long haul to find out. Still feeling the warmth of Kurt's lips on his, he smiled and reached for the handle of his car.

After Kurt had closed the door behind his boyfriend, he brought his fingers to his lips and traced along them still feeling Blaine's lips on his. He smiled to himself feeling as if his insides consisted of melted goo and made his way up the stairs yawning the entire way to his room. It was evident that the day had worn him out with the planning and somehow flawless execution of the picnic plans. It was under these circumstances that he decided to call it an early night; he sent Blaine a quick text of:

Text me when you get home, honey. Even if I'm asleep just so I know you got home safe! Xoxo ~ Kurt Bornthisway~

After a quick nightly moisturizing routine, he climbed into bed and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a peaceful sleep dreaming of nothing and no one but Blaine.

The next morning, Kurt woke up feeling instantly refreshed. Glancing over at the clock it read: 9:30AM. A whole 10 hours of sleep. 'Thank Gaga for summer' Kurt thought to himself. He immediately checked his phone for at least one of two messages he was expecting: Blaine's arrival home and his good morning text.

0 messages.

That was really odd; Blaine was usually on top of stuff like this. He never wanted to worry Kurt so he was always prompt on the texting when he got home thing. Kurt instructed himself not to freak out or be too overly concerned, so he texted Blaine another message:

Glad to know you got home safe. Thanks for making me worry sick, you naughty boy! ;P ~Kurt Bornthisway~

After grabbing a quick shower, Kurt proceeded to get himself ready for the day deciding on a simple red cardigan paired with dark wash skinny jeans. As soon as he finished his morning moisturization, he could feel breakfast calling his name from downstairs. Surely enough, Finn was already at the table shoveling food down like a starved convict when Kurt arrived into the kitchen. Carole currently stationed at the stove was cooking pancakes and scrambled eggs judging by the delicious aroma permeating the kitchen.

"Good morning, Kurt sweetie. Sleep well?" She asked in her typical sing-song tone.

"Morning, Carole, morning, Finn," Kurt greeted, sitting down at the table where breakfast was waiting for him. Carole was the best. Ever since she and his father married, she took over the cooking making Burt and Kurt's life a hell of a lot easier. Kurt was used to doing the cooking because Burt's cooking usually ended up as a disaster; therefore the days of endless take-out had been put to an end.

"Ohmygosh! These are delicious Carole, thank you," Kurt complimented gratefully after taking his first bite of the warm fluffy pancakes.

"You're more than welcome, hon. Oh and Kurt? Before your father comes down, does Blaine want to come down for some breakfast?" Carole asked giving him a suspicious "knowing" look.

Kurt was instantly confused.

"What do you mean come down?"

"Blaine did stay over didn't he?"

Kurt could feel his stomach turn in a slight bit of anxiety. What on earth was Carole talking about?

"Um, No, he left last night around 10," Kurt admitted truthfully. And he didn't text me when he got home…

"Then why is his car still parked out by the street? I'm nearly positive that that was his car I saw parked outside this morning. I could be mistaken-" Carole tried to reason as she had spotted the look of alarm on Kurt's face.

Kurt didn't waste another minute. Carole had to be wrong. He sprang up from the table making a beeline for the front door and wrenched it open. His heart was pounding as he raced down to the end of the driveway. He came to a sudden halt in his tracks when he spotted Blaine's car still parked where it had been the night prior.

Something was definitely wrong.