And now I seem to be happier. I mean my dad's still in a coma but Blaine and I spend every wonderful moment together. Things have been getting so much better now that he's back in my life all the time. We visit my dad basically every day and talk to him together even though he can't talk back; but I like to think he can hear me saying how my day has been. Blaine is always watching me from the other side of the bed as I tell my dad everything; everything about Blaine too. (Of course not all the details)

Whenever we can we try to get away and spend time with each other without any questions from Carol. Finn knows exactly what we're doing but thankfully he doesn't say anything. He just makes smart-ass comments.

It's been two months of this and school will be starting up soon; my senior year at Dalton…Only one more week until the beginning of the end of high school.

"I wish this summer would never end, Blaine," I say as he kisses my neck.

"mmhmm," he says as he manages to sit me down against this huge ass tree.

"Are we really gonna get it on by a giant tree?" I ask teasingly.

He looks up at me and says, "Yeah it's always been a fantasy of mine to screw you against a tree in broad daylight."

"Ok I'm not really sure if you're kidding or serious," I say, a little nervous.

"I guess you'll find out," he starts to kiss my neck again. His hands start to wander all over my body. But then when I start to moan a little as he starts to un-tuck my shirt he stands up with a smile and I peek under my closed eyelids. His hand is extended to me like he wants to help me up,

"Wha-" I start utterly confused, "Why?" I say in a whiny voice and swat his hand away. I'll get up myself thank you very much.

"You're such a tease," I say in mock disgust as I get up and brush myself off.

He laughs and says, "Well actually the fantasy is under a huge willow tree, so… yeah I wasn't feeling this tree here," he turns away from me and I rush to grab his hand before he starts to move away, "So shall we go find us a willow tree then? These woods are pretty big."

He turns his head to me and raises one eyebrow as if to challenge me.

"Yeah I think we shall."

xXx

We eventually found a willow tree…

xXx

Two more days to school…Yay? I'll miss summer surely but I think it'll be good to have something to do other than make out with Blaine all the time…I mean, having amazing sex basically every day has to be bad for the health right? Well, I know its left me exhausted for a lot of the time… but then no more sex? Hardly ever? Ok now I'm sad…

xXx

Now it seems like talking to my dad with no response is normal. It's been almost three months since I've heard his voice.

"So schools starting up tomorrow and I'm kinda excited except I won't get to see Blaine all the time which I'm kinda bumming about. But I know it'll be good because we'll still see each other I mean just not as much as we do now. So yeah and now I'll have homework to do (I say this in a crushed voice) but Blaine's smart as hell, he's like Einstein except sexy, so he can help me out… And I've been working on a song to sing to him… I've never done that before, like, singing to him alone. What if I mess up?" I look at my dad's still face hoping for a reply but, of course, none comes, "I don't think it'll be a big deal if I do though…I think I'm gonna sing Yellow by Coldplay. Do you know that song?...i doubt you do, dad," I laugh a little, "You were never one to listen to songs not made in the dinosaur age, were you?" I start to choke up…I said were...that's past tense… "But anyway," I say fighting to hold back the tears threatening to come, I won't cry, "I'll show it to you next time I come here; it's such a good song. I think you'll like it… what's that band called you like so much? Deaf toucan? No it was a cat of some kind…dammit what was it? Dead Lion? No, that's not it…" I try to remember but the name escapes me of my dad's favorite band; I should know this, "You'd play that band all the time but all I seemed to hear was yelling and a hell of a lot of guitar… but they were still good because I knew you liked them. There I go again using past tense. Fuck! Oh sorry! I didn't mean to swear! I know how much you hate people swearing for no reason… but there is a reason I suppose. I'm kind of upset, right?" I had gotten up sometime in my rant and started pacing. I stop, surprised at the fact that I'm not sitting down like I had been; when did I get up?

If someone is listening without knowing the situation I may just be spending my senior year in a mental ward.

"…I wish I knew if you could hear me... or am I just talking to thin air?" his thumb twitches on his left hand… I swear I saw it! Just a little from the corner of my eye!

"Did you just move?" I ask breathlessly and place my hand over my heart as if to calm down its frantic beating to no avail.

"…I swear I saw it. I swear…" I whisper, reassuring myself and my stare is glued to my father's left hand.

"Kurt? Are you OK?" I twist around and Blaine's standing in the doorway looking concerned, "I thought you'd be here… Why did you leave this morning?" he asks a little sad. I had gotten up before him and then left without even a note.

"I just needed to take a walk, I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"Its fine," he moves over to me and asks again, "are you OK?"

I decide to tell him.

"Well, I was talking to my dad, like usual, and then I kept using past tense so I swore 'cuz I was mad at myself and then I said I was sorry and then I was wondering if I wasn't just talking to the air," I can hear my voice growing louder and more urgent, "and then his thumb twitched! I swear I saw it, Blaine! I swear!" I say this all very fast and I see my hands had somehow managed to grab tightly to his collar and pulled his face up close to mine. My eyes are wide and his eyes are…what? Worried? Pitying?

"Oh," he says and moves to get my hands off of his collar, "I believe you, don't worry," he adds when he understands why I'm looking at him like this.

I let out a breath and let go of him, "I swear I saw it," I mutter as I sit down… Maybe I didn't see it, though… I may have just imagined it.

I can feel myself losing hope in what I saw and what I may not have seen. I sense Blaine's presence still behind me and then his hand on my shoulder as I bury my head in my hands.

"I'll talk to you later dad. I love you," I mutter. I get up and place a kiss on his cheek.

I look to Blaine and see he's still worried about me. Then he moves to my dad and bends down to whisper in his ear. I don't hear what he says.

As we're walking out of the hospitable I have to ask, "What did you say?"

"I just said bye and I'll talk to him later."

"Then why did you whisper it so I couldn't hear?"

"I don't know," he says in a way that makes me know he's not telling the whole truth. But something in the back of my mind is telling me not to question further.

"OK," I say and see him glance at me with a confused look. Then he makes an 'hmph' noise as if he's pleasantly surprised by my response.

"I'm not always a stubborn jack-ass y'know," I say pushing him playfully, knowing that he was surprised by my lack of probing him for more on the subject.

"Riiiight," he says sarcastically.

xXx

I look over at the clock. Only ten minutes left until I can go find Blaine. It's just been one day of school and I'm already sick of it…

"I promise this year will be a good one, Kurt," Blaine says as he pulls on his Dalton uniform, "you'll see."

I've been complaining since I got up next to Blaine this morning. I'm not looking forward to school today; which is weird because I usually like school…but now it just means less time with Blaine and less time with my dad.

Three two one… finally

I bolt out of my desk and rush to get out the door. Blaine's last period is only a few doors down and when he sees me a smile spreads over his face,

"Kurt! So, how was the first day back?"

"It was torture," I say as I grab his hand and try to pull him back to his room at the other side of the building, "I couldn't concentrate at all and all I could think of was you. Let's go make out or something," I look over my shoulder and smile sweetly to him.

"umm Kurt…" He seems to stop and think a bit until a sly smile spreads across his lips, "Yeah, OK."

xXx

He pushes me to the bed and I fall on my back when my calves hit the side. He doesn't waste any time with pressing the full length of his body onto mine and thrusting his tongue in my welcoming mouth. We go along like this for a while, knowing exactly how and where to touch and kiss to make the other one moan and gasp with pleasure.

"Blainnne," his fingers are splayed across my now exposed torso and his lips are ravishing my neck with full force, "how was your day?... I forgot to ask," I manage to moan out because a gentleman asks his boyfriend about their day.

He lifts his head only long enough to say, "it was fine, you?" and he goes back to his previous task.

"Well it was OK I guess, I thoroughly enjoyed that time when you slammed me onto my desk in math classsss," I hiss as his hand plunges under the waist band of my pants to cup over my throbbing erection, "and began to screw me hard on top of my math book… well at least you did in my fantasy."

He laughs into my neck, "I'm glad I can give you enjoyment even when I'm not there."

Very soon we're both completely naked and covered with a sheet of sweat and he's slamming into me faster and faster until I lose it, and he covers my mouth to muffle the sound of me screaming his name.

An hour and a half passes by disguised as only seconds.

I can feel his body pressed against my back and his fingers playing with my hair like he always does after we make love.

"So… now what?" I ask, not really wanting to get up but knowing I will have to eventually.

"We could go visit your dad," Blaine suggests hopefully.

"…Yeah, OK."

I roll off the bed and begin to get dressed as Blaine watches me with hungry eyes, "you're sexy. You should just know that you drive me crazy."

I snort as I zip the fly on my jeans, "Yeah nice try, you're just gonna have to wait to get some more of this (gesturing to body:D),"I walk over and pull him up off the bed and plant a wet kiss on his lips, "Then again…"

He pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeper than before. My mind then goes into hazy mode. He runs his fingers playfully down my arm and gently guide my hand to his lips. He places a passionate kiss on my palm while looking straight into my eyes. I see his eyes, full of pure love for…who? Me? Why me? He loves me…more than I thought, I can see it. My breathing hitches.

"Blaine…" I pull away. I've never felt this…strongly before. In that one moment I felt something that I…can't explain.

"We should get going," I say turning away from him. What will happen if I look back at him? Will everything else go away so it's just the two of us? Everything suddenly just *poof*; gone?

I turn around and am greeted by a confused look, "what?" he asks as if nothing happened.

"Nothing," I say, a bit confused myself, "nothing, I thought I heard something."

"OK well, I suppose I should get dressed then…" he makes a nervous laugh and I finally realize that there is a Blaine as naked as the day he was born standing in full view, in the bright sun no-less, and even though I've probably seen him naked a hundred times I still blush and quickly turn around with a nervous, "o-oh, sorry."

"s'all fine," he says, as self-conscious as me. I think we'll always have that little bit of embarrassment around each other once in a while. I hope it'll last forever.

XxXx

I hop into the passenger side of the old pickup and Blaine starts it up and backs out of the parking lot. I begin to flip through the radio stations and finally find a song that I don't hate. It's white noise to me though because he reaches out his hand and I take hold of it like it's the only thing keeping me alive.

"So how was your today?" I ask; we never really talked much about it earlier.

"Well… it was good I suppose. I got a memo from the Warbler board that says our first practice is next week Friday. Did you get one too?"

"Oh yeah I did!" I had completely forgotten about that until now.

"Good," Blaine says with a smile, "I'm really feeling it this year."

"Yeah, we'll kick ass!" I say and laugh; he laughs too.

"So have you talked to anyone from McKinley lately?"

The truth is I haven't…not really at all for the past few months, "Yeah, a little."

"Good. I don't want to be keeping you away from them."

"No, no you're not Blaine… without you I don't know what I'd do," I look out the side window and see a storm coming in the distance, "Blaine! Look a storm!"

I point out my window and he throws a glance in the direction I'm indicating. I fuckin' love storms! Blaine found this out about two weeks ago when I got a little…excited.

Well the story is that we had been watching a movie and snuggling on the sofa when I heard thunder. I got a bit (actually a lot) anxious. I couldn't sit still… so Blaine suggested a way to blow off steam. I really REALLY enjoyed his idea. We both did. So now we both love storms.

"Do you think it'll be here tonight?" he asks with much implied.

"I hope so," I say with just as much implied.

We both stop talking and let our minds wander until we pull into the hospital parking lot.

As we walk into the lobby hand-in-hand the receptionist, Amy, smiles at me and Blaine. We've come here so much that we've made friends with a lot of the staff. Finn too, he's been trying to get this 23 year old nurse to go out with him. She said when he's old enough to drink, and then she'd think about it.

Blaine and I enter dad's room and take our usual seats, me on dad's left side of the bed and Blaine on the right. I get situated and comfortable and glance at my dad's stone set face.

"So, dad, today was my first day back at school," I begin, "I couldn't stand not being with Blaine all day. It was torcher."

"I found out later how much he missed me," Blaine laughs and I roll my eyes.

"He missed me just as much, I, a-hem, soon found out," I say back.

"This is true," Blaine says with a smirk and leans back in the chair.

"We got a letter from the Warblers; too, our first practice is next Friday. This year is gonna be a good one I'm sure."

"Yep," Blaine pipes in. I look over and see his eyes are closed and his hands are placed behind his head in a relaxed position.

I take hold of my dad's hand and place my thumb over his pulse; it gives a reassuring feeling, a pulse.

I look over at Blaine and see him looking at me through his lashes. I just stare back. Something about that look… he's not smiling and he's not frowning. It's as if there's no emotion yet emotion is pouring out. He doesn't look away for a long time; I can feel him looking at me.

I talk to my dad for another hour or so. When Blaine falls asleep about half way through I start to talk endlessly about him as if he wasn't there; I could go on forever but I'm sure my dad is kinda sick of listening to me gush about my love life.

At about 8:00 I figure we should head back. I quick text Carol that I'll be staying with Blaine tonight and move to wake Blaine. I walk up behind him and place my hands on his shoulders; he breathes in a deep sigh but doesn't wake up from my light touch. Maybe he just felt me in his dream . I move my mouth by his ear and whisper his name.

"mmm?"

"Time to go."

"…nah."

"Yeah, come on sleepy head," I say with soft laughter.

"Nooo wanna shty her."

I laugh some more. I love how he mumbles in his sleep; I take advantage of his semi-conscious state. I take my hand off his shoulders and moves to kneel in front of him.

"What are you doing, Blaine?"

"mmm… Kur 's soft."

"Why am I soft?"

"Cuz' kitty…"

"I'm a kitty?"

Blaine doesn't reply for a few seconds until,

"Kurt?" Blaine does a start and looks down at me confused.

My face breaks into a wide smile, "yessss?"

"Was I sleeping talking again?" he asks. He knows how much I love making fun of him when he sleep-talks. One time he told me my cock tasted really really really really (insert more really's) good… yeah that was the best one so far.

"Yep you were. Apparently I'm a kitty; what exactly were you dreaming about?" I ask, with genuine interest.

Blaine blushes and rubs the sleep from his eyes, "well…honestly…I'll tell you on the way back."

xXx

"Well from what I remember you were…um in a cat suit…"

"A cat suit?" I ask in disbelief.

"Well…not really a suit… it was more like you had whiskers and ears and a," he blushes even more, "a collar…just a collar."

I burst out laughing, "is this a new fantasy you haven't told me about?" I ask through the tears.

Blaine smiles sheepishly, "well…yeah, now it is."

"Well Blainee-poo there is a storm raging as you can see…but we have a problem…"

"What is it?"

"I don't have anything cat related."