An: Hello all! Yes, I know it has been a long time since I updated and you may have thought I'd abandoned this fic, but I have not! I am sorry about the wait, I've had trouble getting my head in the right space for writing, but I'm back with a new update now. I hope you like it!
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The day started with coffee. Even though they'd had coffee with breakfast Blaine insisted the little coffee shop near his house had the best coffee and Kurt was always willing to taste test caffeine. Kurt ordered a salted caramel mocha, he was spoiling himself this weekend, and after ranting about the coffee Blaine just ordering a drip coffee and added some sugar... but Kurt figured no one was perfect.

The coffee was good, but the company was better. They ended up taking their drinks to a nearby park and walking around a large duck pond sipping their coffee and talking as the backs of their hands brushed together. Kurt felt an almost electric tremor run up his arm every time his hand brushed against Blaine's warm skin. He was working up the nerve to just reach out and hold hands when Blaine beat him to the punch.

Kurt glanced down to their entwined fingers, loosely and perfectly tangled together, and back up to Blaine's face. Blaine kept talking about classes he was taking at NYU as if nothing had happened, but there was a redness to his cheeks that gave him away. Kurt covered his smile by taking a sip of coffee. The fact that Blaine would blush at holding hands after they slept together last night was just… extremely endearing.

Kurt found he might have to change his mind on no one being perfect as he and Blaine continued to enjoy the warm morning sun and the cool autumn breeze. Blaine was just as easy to talk to this morning as he was yesterday, holding hands, chatting, laughing and Kurt watching Blaine's beautiful profile and dancing eyes - he could feel his heart melting down to his Taft boots.

"I grew up playing on that playground," Blaine said pointing to the spot they were passing where children were swinging and laughing and cashing each other around the jungle gym. "Ohio born and raised."

Kurt nodded, Blaine knew he'd been born in Lima himself. "Was it hard?" Kurt asked thinking back to his childhood and teen years. It had been hard for him. Of course, Kurt had lost his mom at about the age of some of the children they were passing.

"Hard?" Blaine asked turning to look at him.

Kurt shrugged, "I guess maybe not so much until you got older. I mean… being gay in a conservative town?"

"Mmmm," Blaine took a long sip of coffee, but Kurt could tell he wasn't stalling just thinking it over. "Yeah. High School, in particular, was very... difficult. Especially before I transferred to Dalton."

Kurt waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't - instead, Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand and sent him a little smile, "Was it hard for you?"

"Yes." Kurt nodded slowly, "High School was tough. And… my mom died when I was eight, so I guess I have a clouded view of childhood in general."

Blaine stopped walking and faced Kurt his brow furrowed and his eyes searching, "Kurt, I knew your mom wasn't in the picture anymore, but I didn't... I'm so sorry." Blaine's voice was filled with concern and Kurt could feel his own eyes start to burn with unshed tears just at the rawness of Blaine's empathy.

Kurt shook his head and smiled the best he could. He didn't cry every time he talked about his mom anymore. He never stopped missing her, but twelve years after her death he'd found he could talk about her without breaking down. "It was a long time ago."

Blaine started walking again but kept casting glances at Kurt as if making sure he was okay talking about this, "You should tell me all about her."

Kurt laughed at Blaine's eagerness, but he didn't need to be asked twice to talk about his mother. They found a park bench and Blaine sat down with his legs crisscrossed on the bench, leaned his chin on his hand, and turned to Kurt as they talked. Kurt ended up telling him things he hadn't talked about in years. How his mom taught him to cook and bake and how she always sang around the house. About her illness and how hard things were at first when it was just him and his dad.

"My dad didn't know what to do, how to be a widower with a young son. It was rough, for a few weeks there it felt like I'd lost both of my parents. And then… one day he woke me up, brought me downstairs and said we were making pancakes the way we use to with mom… I don't know, it was like something sparked in him and he knew he had to make us feel like a family again." Kurt looked at Blaine's golden eyes, calm and patient, not prying, but waiting for more. How was it that Blaine got him to admit things he didn't normally say out loud? "He… he really is the best dad. He is the only reason the thought of going to New York next year scares me. I hate to leave him."

"He has your stepmom now though, right?"

Kurt nodded and smiled thinking for Carole and his dad together. "Yes, and Finn."

"He sounds like the kind of father who just wants you to be happy. And from what I've gathered… you aren't really that happy here are you?"

"Yeah," Kurt answered, and looked down to find their fingers had interlaced again. "I really want to get out of Lima."

"Soon."

"Soon." Kurt agreed with a grin.

"And you'll even have other friends in New York when you get there, right?

"Yes, Artie, a friend from Glee club, is there taking film classes. And my friend Rachel is there. I've been told she is the female version of me, but besides the fact that we are both perfectionists and fiercely competitive, I don't really see it. Her sense of style is heartbreaking."

Blaine laughed at that, "And yours is impeccable."

"Clearly."

They talked a little more about friends and New York and the fact that even though Blaine had met some people he really liked at NYU he hadn't found any friends as close as those he had from high school. "I love being in New York," Blaine said wistfully, "Don't get me wrong I feel like it is where I belong... but this past year on my own has been a little lonely."

"I can't imagine you not making best friends immediately everywhere you go." Kurt teased. Blaine was so kind and personable and seemed like the kind of charmed person who could never really be alone, but that probably wasn't fair. Even warm, approachable personalities must have a hard time really connecting with people sometimes.

"I'm not always as... open with people as I wish I were. It is easy to just to seem so cheerful that people assume you don't need anyone. Does that make sense?"

Kurt nodded his heart constricting at the thought of Blaine lonely in New York. "Yes, it does." He squeezed Blaine's hands, "I'm glad you are open with me." Kurt couldn't help himself, he leaned forward to place a quick peck to Blaine's cheek, he wanted to do more than that, but they were still in Ohio and in a public place.

Blaine's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed, "Yum… lunch, maybe?"

Kurt looked up at the sun high in the sky and realized they'd spent the whole morning talking. Kurt's stomach growled at the mention of lunch and Blaine let out a low chuckle.

"Lunch would be great."

They stopped at a little bistro to eat and ended up hogging their table and talking for hours. Kurt could honestly spend all day talking to Blaine... and doing other things with Blaine, Kurt thought as he watched Blaine's eyes, and lips and perfect hands as he animatedly told a story. Memories from the night before flashed through Kurt's mind. Yeah, there were other things Kurt wouldn't mind doing with Blaine. To Blaine.

Kurt's less than pure thoughts were interrupted when Blaine got a text. Blaine's brow furrowed as he read it.

"Is everything okay?"

"It's just Cooper."

"Okay." Kurt waited, seeing some kind of war going on behind Blaine's eyes.

"Cooper and I… we are closer now than we use to be. Growing up I was sure he actually hated me."

"Oh." Kurt was surprised by that. Yes, there was a lot of teasing when they were with Cooper this morning, but to Kurt, it was obvious Cooper adored his little brother.

"It turns out he didn't hate me, he was just being a teenaged jerk, and then my parents split up and in the past few years things between us have gotten a lot better…"

"But?"

"But I guess I still haven't completely forgiven him for years of torment and neglect." Blaine said with a sigh as if this was something he didn't readily admit, "And now he is whining because I've been gone all day and I fly back to New York tomorrow and he says we haven't spent any time together. Which is an exaggeration because we spent days together with mom before the wedding."

Kurt's heart sunk, both at the thought of Blaine leaving tomorrow and the idea that he'd kept him from spending time with his brother. "Maybe he wants time with just you?" Kurt suggested, even though he hated the idea of Blaine going home and their day together being cut short.

Blaine sighed, "Yeah, we really only see each other a few times a year."

Kurt reached out and grabbed Blaine's hand over the table, "You should go hang out with your brother."

Blaine looked up from their clasped hands and shrugged, "But what if I'd rather spend the rest of the day with you?"

Kurt's heart fluttered in his chest and it was everything in his power not to say, "Then you should do that." Instead, he cleared his throat and looked down at his empty plate. "I would love that… but I would also feel awful about keeping you from your family." He looked up again and met Blaine's eyes, "Family is important and it seems like Cooper is trying."

Blaine let out a huff and nodded, "Yes. I guess he is. And I was kind of short with him this morning."

They were quiet for a moment, Blaine rubbing his thumb over the back of Kurt's hand. "We still have the drive back to my house to pick up your car."

"That's true."

"And when I get back to New York we can call each other, and Facetime."

"We absolutely will."

Blaine smiled and Kurt felt his heart skip a beat. They paid their server and got back to Blaine's car. They'd talked none stop for hours, it was already after 3:00 pm, but now that their time together was nearing an end Kurt couldn't think of a single thing to say.

Blaine had a playlist playing through the car speakers and Kurt almost sighed out loud when Frankie Valli's voice cut through the silence.

"You're just too good to be true I can't take my eyes off you."

Kurt glanced over to Blaine who was studiously watching the road ahead of him.

"You'd be like heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much."

Blaine was like heaven to touch, Kurt knew from experience.

"At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I'm alive."

For crying out loud! If Kurt wasn't careful he was going to get overly emotional over saying goodbye to a man he'd known less than a week.

"Pardon the way that I stare. There's nothing else to compare."

Kurt forced himself to look away from Blaine. This was getting ridiculous.

"The sight of you leaves me weak. There are no words left to speak."

Kurt accidentally let out an audible groan of frustration and blushed when Blaine glanced over at him. Blaine shot him a dazzling smile and when the chorus started to play Blaine pumped up the music and belted along, singing exaggeratedly.

"I love you baaaaby! And if it's quite all right, I need you baby! To warm the lonely nights. I love you, baby. Trust in me when I saaaaay!"

Kurt couldn't suppress his laughter and soon his melancholy mood evaporated as he joined in singing just as loud and obnoxiously.

"Oh, pretty baby! Don't bring me down I pray. Oh pretty baaaaby. Now that I've found you stay. Oh pretty baby, Trust in me when I say it's okaaay!"

The drive back to the Anderson's home was short and by the time Blaine pulled into the driveway the song was fading out, they were both laughing, and Kurt felt much better.

Blaine turned off the engine and faced Kurt with a huge smile, "I do love singing with you."

"Yeah, we were really good." Kurt joked.

"Even when you're being silly your voice is gorgeous," Blaine looked Kurt in the eye and then quickly glanced down to his lips.

Kurt could only nod in response as Blaine leaned forward, his lips almost meeting Kurt's before he stopped. It was a question, he was waiting for Kurt to close that space between them. Kurt took a breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he brought his lips to Blaine's. The kiss was sweet and gentle, lips brushing against each other as Blaine reached up to cup the back of Kurt's neck bringing him in even closer as the kiss built heat.

Kurt reached out for the front of Blaine's shirt twisting his fingers in the fabric and pulling Blaine in. He gasped into the kiss as their chests met and Blaine half crawled over the gearshift and Kurt let himself fall backward, wedged between Baine's body and the car door.

"God Kurt," Blaine panted against his skin, "I just can't get enough of you."

Kurt let out what sounded like an almost hysterical laugh as he awkwardly shifted his body under Blaine's so that his legs were on the driver's seat while Blaine was laying over him. All while keeping his lips pressed to any part of Blaine's skin - mouth, jaw, neck - he could reach. Kurt spread his hands over Blaine's back as Blaine's lips danced across his, and his hands found their way to Kurt's hair.

This would be easier if they moved inside, but Blaine's brother was there. It would be easier if they just moved into the backseat so the gearshift wasn't jabbing into Kurt's side, but he refused to do anything that might break the urgency of this moment. That same deep desire from the evening before heated Kurt's blood, he wanted Blaine.

Kurt's hands found their way under Blaine's shirt and smoothed over his warm skin as Blaine moaned against him. "Fuck Kurt."

Blaine's swearing made Kurt' head dizzy and he hooked a foot around Blaine's leg and Blaine moved a hand from Kurt's hair to start to try and unbutton the front of Kurt's shirt. This was crazy! They were in the front seat of a car in the middle of the day! But Kurt didn't care, he sucked gently against Blaine's neck as he deftly undid Kurt's buttons.

There was a tapping noise somewhere in the back of Kurt's mind, but he ignored it as his hips shifted upwards against Blaine. But then there was the loud obvious sound of someone clearing their throat and a louder tap. Suddenly Blaine's lips were gone and Kurt looked up at the window behind his head to see someone standing outside the car and tapping on the passenger-side window.

"Really Blaine?" A familiar voice called out, "Is this what you've been doing all this time? And in the bright light of day!"

Blaine groaned, "I am actually going to kill him. I'm serious, I'll need your help burying the body."

"I'm almost impressed with your audacity, Squirt. But let Kurt up for air." The voice continued to call through the window.

Cooper. Kurt's sluggish brain finally realized. Cooper Anderson was standing outside the car.

Blaine awkwardly moved off of Kurt, careful not to knee him. And Kurt hurriedly started to button his shirt and flatten down his hair. "Oh my god."

"Cooper, you are dead!" Blaine shouted.

Cooper laughed, "At least bring it inside, I'm worried the neighbors will see." He said and then walked back to the house with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Kurt was sitting up now, cheeks flushed and heart beating rapidly.

"I cannot believe he did that again." Blaine sighed, but he seemed more embarrassed than actually angry.

"He was right though," Kurt panted looking out and the pristine upper-class neighborhood Blaine's mother lived in. "Anyone could have seen us."

"Oh god," Blaine ran a hand down his bright red face, "I am so sorry Kurt. I didn't mean too... I would never purposely put you in a bad situation."

"Blaine," Kurt smiled and reached out to cup Blaine's cheek, "It takes two to tango as they say. I was as much at fault here as you."

Blaine smiled and chuckled before swooping in to place a soft kiss to Kurt's cheek. He then turned and opened the door sliding out of the car. Kurt took another moment to straighten his shirt and smooth down his hair and Blaine walked to his side of the car and opened the door for him. Kurt hopped out, "You're such a gentleman."

"I wasn't a few moments ago."

Kurt felt his cheeks heat up, "Neither of us was."

Blaine nodded towards his house, "Do you want to come in?"

"Yes." Kurt glanced at the house longingly, he wanted more time together, and then back to Blaine, "But I really shouldn't. You did come home to spend some time with your brother. And not kill him."

Blaine chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, "I guess he was just looking out for us."

"He was," Kurt nodded. They stood there in silence for a moment neither seemingly knowing what to say next.

"I guess this is goodbye then?" Kurt finally spoke up.

"Oh," Blaine's face scrunched up in displeasure, "I don't like that at all. How about we just say… 'I'll talk to you soon?"

Kurt felt a wide smile cross his face, "Yes. Much better. I'll talk to you soon."

Kurt leaned in for a quick hug and then turned to his car leaving before he couldn't force himself to do so. From his car, he watched Blaine as he stood outside and waved to him. He stood outside until Kurt was down the street and couldn't see the Anderson's house anymore.

Kurt sighed and rubbed his forehead, a headache was coming on. What now? They would talk. Kurt knew they would. If Blaine didn't call him tomorrow Kurt would definitely make that call himself. But then what? They lived and were both busy with school and separate lives six-hundred miles away from each other.

This may have been the best weekend Kurt had ever had. By far the best date… if you can call spending twenty-one straight hours together a date… Kurt had ever had. He was half in love with a man he'd just met and who lived in another state!

Kurt groaned and leaned his head against his steering wheel at a red light. What was he going to do?

Halfway home he found himself singing under his breath, "But if you feel like I feel, please let me know that is real. You're just too good to be true, I can't take my eyes off you."

He was so screwed.