Hey everyone! I'm back again with another klaine fic, however this one will be multiple chapters **cue applause**. This is AU, set in the Summer before Kurt's senior year. A big thanks to TeegyBee, my wonderful cousin who is also the author of an AMAZING klaine fic, who gave me the idea for this story.

So without further adieu, I present you with: You Only Find It Once.

ENJOY!

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For a high school student, the Summer holidays are a really important time. It's the time when you've finished all of your exams and classes from the year before, but are not yet at the stage where you need to begin on the work for the year ahead. For Kurt, about to head into his final year of high schooling, this time was especially important. It is the last time he'll be at home without the worries of school before he heads off for college; and as much as he craves to get out of his small, homophobic hometown, this final Summer means a lot to him. Which is why he was not at all impressed when his Dad and Carole announced they were taking him and Finn on their - probably last - family vacation. And as horrible as just a standard vacation sounded, it was made worse at the realisation that they were going to be staying in what is described as a resort (but couldn't be any more luxurious than a caravan park) in a town about 4 hours away that he'd never before heard of in his life.

"But why, Dad? Did you not think that maybe I'd want to spend my last Summer in Ohio with my friends?" Kurt grumbled.

"Look Kurt. I know you're pissed at me, but this is the last chance we're gonna get to go away as a family. I mean, next Summer you're heading off to New York, and Finn, well he's gonna go off and do whatever it is he's gonna do. Come one, it's only one week," Burt pleaded, "and then you can go off and spend as much time with your friends as you like?"

Sighing in defeat, Kurt said, "fine! I'll go on this one trip, but I will not be sleeping in a tent; or showering with a bucket."

Chuckling, Burt replied, "we're not camping in the bush, Kurt. We'll be in a cabin, with proper beds, and a kitchen, and a lounge room, and running water."

"Good. I'll start packing then," Kurt said as he stood and began to make his way to his room.

"We don't leave for another five days, you know."

"Exactly my point," Kurt called back over his shoulder, as he disappeared around the corner.

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"Finn, is it really necessary to sit with your legs spread so far apart?" Kurt complained, after once again getting squashed against the inside of the car.

"Sorry," Finn mumbled, returning his attention to his phone; presumable texting Rachel again.

If one thing was obvious, it was that Kurt did not like long car trips. He remembered all too well long trips in the car as a kid that resulted in him bending over on the side of the road, feeling as though his stomach had been through a blender. Although he'd learnt over the years how to avoid feeling sick, car trips still annoyed him to no end; especially when he was stuck in the back seat next to a six foot tall giant who didn't understand the concept of keeping within the space of his own seat.

Glancing at the time on his phone, expecting at least an hour to have passed since he last checked, Kurt almost groaned out loud at the realisation it had only been twenty minutes. He'd already listened to his music to make the car trip more bearable playlist once through; as he pressed 'play' again, Kurt muttered under his breath, only loud enough for him to hear, "two and a half hours to go, woo."

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As much as Kurt hated to admit it, the 'resort' was actually really nice. Their cabin only had two rooms, so him and Finn had to share, but at least it had two single beds so they didn't have to fight over bunks. It had the usual park facilities; a games room, kitchens (although they had one in their cabin), and there was even a lake that actually looked rather inviting.

On the way back from the laundry, having just washed a pile of clothes that Finn had managed to drop in a puddle of mud within the first two hours of arriving, Kurt decided that one of the things he liked most about this place was that there weren't kids running around like crazy every which way you looked; meaning he could walk around, caught up in his thoughts, and not have to worry about getting run into by a bike.

However, while bikes were excluded, half-naked attractive men were not.

The pile of freshly-washed and folded clothes that he was previously holding was now scattered across the pavement, but Kurt hardly noticed because standing before him was a boy, who couldn't be any older than him, who was in the process of putting on a shirt. If Kurt had ever been unsure of his sexuality, he definitely wasn't anymore.

"Crap, sorry! My shirt was tangled and I wasn't concentrating on where I was going -" the boy apologised, but then stopped when he noticed Kurt's stunned demeanour.

Finally drawing his eyes away from the boy's torso, and a very fine torso at that, Kurt realised he should probably say something. "No." And should probably elaborate to not seem like an ineloquent moron. "No, it's fine. I wasn't watching where I was going either."

Pulling his t-shirt on the rest of the way, much to Kurt's disappointment, the boy stepped forward and said, "here, let me help you pick this up."

It took Kurt a moment to register that the boy was referring to his washing, which he had pretty much forgotten about. Bending down, the pair picked up the clothes; the boy folding them roughly before handing them back to Kurt.

"Thanks," Kurt smiled sheepishly.

Shaking his head, the boy smiled, "you don't need to thank me. It was the least I could do considering I'm the reason they went flying all over the place.

"Still, thank you." After a moment of silence passed between them, Kurt remembered that the others were waiting for him to get back so they could go for a walk into town. "Hey, I'm really sorry, but my Dad and that are actually waiting for me so that we can go out -"

"No, no. Go, that's fine," the boy said hurriedly.

His lips curling up in a smile, Kurt gave a small wave in goodbye and said, "I guess I'll see you around," and turned to leave.

"Hey, hold on a second!" the boy said quickly, taking a few steps towards him.

When Kurt turned back around, he was expecting to see the boy holding another item of laundry that they'd missed. Not at all did he expect to see him standing not two inches away, hands moving to cup his face and bring their lips together.

Pulling away far too quickly, the boy flashed him a heartbreakingly gorgeous smile and said contently, "it was really great meeting you," before walking off in the opposite direction.

And we come to the end of the first chapter! Please review and let me know what you thought of it – and be sure to stay tuned for the next chapter.

Em xoxo