A/N Again, thank you all for your response to this story, you've all been so supportive!

Now it's time for some summertime fun!

PS I don't write Brittany very well, Sorry!

Summer Vacation

On the last day of school, Blaine sat in his empty dorm room, looking around at what had been his home away from home for so long. He used to hate summer vacation, because it meant going back to that stuffy old house, where more often than not he was alone, his parents always off somewhere, either on business, or on vacation. Without him.

This year was different. This year he had Kurt. He smiled as he thought about his boyfriend, and that is how Wes and David found him a few minutes later. Sitting on his bed with a dreamy look on his face.

"So, you've made up your mind?" Wes asked, smiling.

"Yeah, I have. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. We'll still see you this summer. You guys are coming to my pool party next weekend, and the fair is in three weeks. I'm really looking forward to getting to know Kurt better."

"Besides," David added, "We knew as soon as you told us about him this would happen."

Blaine smiled at two of his closest friends. "Just don't say anything to him, okay? I want it to be a surprise."

They laughed and hugged the younger boy. David grabbed one of his suitcases. "Come on, let's get your stuff loaded up."

…

The last day of school at McKinley seemed surreal to Kurt. People who had never spoken to him before were suddenly smiling at him and wishing him a good summer. Two senior boys actually stopped and thanked him for giving them the courage to come out as he cleaned out his locker.

He made his way to the last Glee Club meeting of the year. As he entered, he had to laugh. The group had split into two sides, with all the girls on one side, and all the boys on the other, and they were singing Summer Lovin'. Kurt danced over to the girls' side, and was just in time to steal the line, 'cause he sounds like a drag,' from Santana.

After the song ended, they all hugged and laughed.

"So, your next appointment with the throat doctor is on Tuesday, right?" Santana asked.

"Yeah, in Cleveland. I'm a little nervous about what he's going to say." Kurt's speaking voice was now completely back to normal, or as normal as it had ever been, but not being able to sing had really made him anxious. "My dad isn't going with me this time, so I'm driving myself."

"Need some moral support?" Santana asked. Coming from her it sounded almost indecent. He laughed.

"I wouldn't say no to some company for the drive."

"Can I come too, Dolphin?" Brittany asked. "I can hold your hand. I love holding your hands, they're so soft."

Kurt hugged her. "Of course you can come, Boo."

The final bell of the year sounded. As they gathered up their bags and books and whatnot, Kurt called out. "Dinner at my Place on Tuesday after the appointment, and don't forget the Warblers invited us to their party next weekend!"

…

The drive to Cleveland on Tuesday was interesting. Santana and Brittany kept up a conversation that made very little sense to Kurt, as it seemed to be in a language that only the two of them understood. Whenever a good song came on the radio, they'd crank it up and sing at the top of their lungs, then go right back to their conversation when it was over.

As they sat in the waiting room, Kurt almost choked when Brittany saw a poster for CPR certification and burst into tears because she didn't know you had to be certified to French kiss and that she was going to be in trouble if the law found out she'd been doing it without a license.

Once they were called back into the exam room, Kurt took a seat in the dentists like chair, and the assistant once more went through a bunch of questions, then probed his throat before shining a light down it.

Dr. Remis came in, smiling at them. "Wow, you are a bit of a lady's man, aren't you? How have you been?"

Kurt told him about the fever he'd had at Nationals, and what the other doctor had diagnosed. The balding man nodded his head, and then began his exam. When he got out the miniature camera, Brittany got scared.

"Oh my god, Tana, what's he going to do with that snake? Is he going to make Kurt eat it? Is it alive?"

Kurt and the doctor laughed, and Santana moved the other girl into a corner to explain what was happening.

Kurt lay back and closed his eyes, opening his mouth wide and trying to hold very still as the camera was inserted. After several tense moment and a few clicks as pictures were taken, the camera was withdrawn.

"So, a counter tenor, eh? Would you mind singing something for me?" The balding doctor asked. "No time like the present to see if those pipes of yours still work."

Kurt looked at him in surprise. "What would you like to hear?"

"I don't know, what's your favorite song?"

Kurt smiled and sat up, fishing his iPod from his pocket.

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap!

It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you can't pull me down!

I'm through accepting limits
'cause someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know!
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!
I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
And you can't pull me down

There were cheers when Kurt hit the high F. Several of the nurses had peeked in when they heard the singing begin. They all clapped, and Kurt grinned, bowing. Santana and Brittany rushed to hug him.

…

That evening, Blaine and all of New Directions once more sat in the Hummel-Hudson living room, waiting to hear the news.

Kurt stood in front of them all, letting the suspense build for a long moment, before breaking into a huge grin. "Kurt Hummel is back, Bitches!"

There were whoops and laughter and shouts of happiness. Blaine kissed him, holding him tight. Brittany told them all about the doctor trying to make Kurt eat the plastic snake, and that she had broken the law by not getting certified to French kiss, which had everyone laughing uproariously.

…

Wes' pool party was in full swing Saturday afternoon. All of the Warblers and New Directions were there. Blaine loved watching Kurt interact with his friends as they got to know each other. Jeff and Nick especially went out of their way to include him in every conversation.

As the sun began to set, it was inevitable that a singing competition would break out between the two Glee clubs. They decided to have one on one sing offs, with all the Warbler's putting their names in a hat, and the New Directions each pulling a name to sing against. Songs were chosen by hitting Random on the Karaoke machine.

Rachel and Wes went first, singing Endless Love. It was mutually agreed that Rachel had just edged Wes out to win round one.

Next up was Mercedes and Jeff. They ended up singing American Pie. Jeff took the win on that one.

Santana and Nick did Jumpin' Jack Flash, and ended in a virtual tie.

Much to David's chagrin, he got paired against Brittany doing Toxic. It was no contest, with Brittany blowing him away.

Mike and Thad went head to head on Ice Ice, Baby. Thad won on the vocals, but they gave Mike points for his dance moves.

Tina and Trent got a slow song, Last Tear Drop Falls. Tina had been winning, but when Trent broke out into the Spanish verse, she bowed out.

Artie and the blond beat boxer faced off to Can't Touch This. Artie dropped the mic on the much larger boy, and wheeled himself off to the sounds of cheering from both groups.

Sam and a boy named James both blushed their way through Madonna's Like a Virgin, as the others laughed outrageously.

Finn and Luke also got some laughs with That's Amore.

Puck and a dark haired Warbler both did an amazing job on Bless the Broken Road.

Quinn faced off with another blond Warbler singing Hit me with your best shot.

Finally it was time for the last match up. Kurt and Blaine stood together as the music began, smiling. Kurt took the first verse.

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.

They both sang the chorus.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

Blaine smiled adoringly and sang the second verse to his boyfriend.

You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need.

Everyone was laughing and smiling, and they all sang the final chorus.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

…

"Race you to the Ferris Wheel!" Jeff shouted, laughing as he grabbed Nick's hand and took off. Blaine and Kurt just laughed and watched them go. They were finally having their proper double date, (or triple date, actually, since Santana and Brittany were with them,) and had decided to go to the fair together.

"Oh, Tana, look! Will you win me a stuffed animal?" The blond girl was bouncing like a child, her eyes pleading with the Latina. The darker girl rolled her eyes but smiled good naturedly, never able to say no to the other girl.

Kurt smiled at his friends, and Blaine chuckled. "So, what do you want to do first, Mr. Hummel? Play some games, do some rides, check out the exhibits, or visit the animals?"

"Hmm, how about we split a caramel apple as we check out the games?"

Blaine smiled and took his hand. "Sounds like a plan."

Half an hour later, the three couples met back up near the bumper cars. Santana had won Brit a huge teddy bear. While Blaine had scored a pair of matching bull dogs for himself and Kurt. Nick and Jeff were both hyped up on sugar, having each had a cone of cotton candy, a caramel apple, and several funnel cakes. Jeff was all but vibrating from the sugar rush. They were all having so much fun that at first none of them noticed the malicious glare of the man standing in line behind them in line for the ride.

"Disgusting. Why don't you people go flaunt your perversions somewhere else?"

"Excuse me?" Santana flashed the behemoth a scowl that made most people wither. "Who do you think you are?"

"You all are filthy perverts and you're going to burn in Hell for your sins. God hates people like you!"

Brittany began crying behind the dark haired girl. Kurt pulled her into a hug. "It's alright, Boo. The ignorant man is just jealous because we've all got someone who loves us, and he's here all by himself, probably because no girl would go near him with that hideous body odor."

Jeff and Nick snickered, and Blaine glared at the other man. "We have just as much right to be here as you do. It's a free country, after all."

The large man glared at them all, then spat on the ground and walked away, grumbling about fags and dykes.

Their mood considerably more somber, they made their way to the food stands, Brittany still sniffling. They all tried to cheer her up, finally succeeding to make her smile again when Santana agreed to buy her the big souvenir cup of lemonade and share a funnel cake with her. They went back for more rides after eating, spending the rest of the afternoon as a group laughing and trying to forget about the earlier incident. No one else bothered them, and by the time they were ready to leave, they were all in high spirits once again.

…

All of New Directions and several of the Warblers spent the Fourth of July celebrating at Nick's Aunt Jean's house. Her house was large, and she had a pool. They'd enjoyed a picnic of fried chicken, Cole slaw, fruit salad and ice cream, and now were relaxing around the pool, singing, and just enjoying each other's company.

Blaine sat in the shade of a tree with Kurt curled up at his side. He loved the fact that all of their friends got along so well. He was a little sad that in a couple of weeks Wes and David would be heading off to college. The two boys in question were now engaged in a ferocious water gun battle, along with Finn, Puck, and Mike.

"You can go join them if you want." Kurt said, sighing beside him.

Blaine smiled. "Why, when I could do this instead?" He leaned in and kissed the fairer boy. Kurt sighed again, snuggling closer and deepening the kiss.

"Mmmm, I love you."

"I love you too, Blaine." Kurt stood up and pulled Blaine to his feet. "Let's go for a walk. No one will notice we're missing."

They walked down the path behind Aunt Jean's (she'd insisted they all call her that) house, through a small wooded area, to where a creek ran through a meadow of summer wild flowers. Kurt pulled the dark haired boy into the shade of the trees, secluded from their friends, surrounded by the beautiful scenery.

They kissed as they allowed their hands to explore each other.

"Make love to me, Blaine." Kurt whispered between kisses.

The shorter boy looked deep into stormy sea eyes. "Are you sure, Kurt?"

"Please?"

He smiled, and lay the other boy down on the grass gently, kissing him with all the love inside of him.

…

Kurt, Burt and Blaine sat in Angela McBride's office two days before school was due to start.

"Would you mind explaining that one more time, in words a common man like myself can understand?" Burt asked.

The red head smiled at him. "Basically, the defense team couldn't get a psychiatrist to agree to testify that Mr. Karofsky is mentally unstable to stand trial. The best they could get is one who would testify during a trial that their client might not have been in his right mind when the attack occurred. But when they found out who our expert witness would be, they abandoned the idea of any form of insanity plea. They know there is no way they can win if this goes to trial, and since he had turned eighteen before the incident in the parking lot, and you are still a minor, they know he'd get the maximum penalty."

"So what happens now?" Kurt asked, holding Blaine's hand tightly.

"They want to make a plea agreement. They will plead guilty to two accounts of sexual assault for the attack at the school and the inappropriate touching in the parking lot, as well as five counts of simple assault for the shoves into the lockers. In exchange we drop the sexual harassment charge for the kiss, as well as all the other minor charges. The defendant does ten years, plus probation and has to register as a sex offender for twenty years. He'll also get the counseling he obviously needs."

Kurt and his Dad exchange looks for a moment. "It's up to you, kiddo. It sounds like a reasonable agreement."

Blaine squeezes his hand, offering his support for what ever Kurt decides. After another moment of thought, he looks back to the prosecutor. "Can I make one stipulation?"

"It depends on what it is."

"Along with the counseling, I want him to join a support group for LGBTQ adults who struggle with their identities."

The woman smiled again and nodded. "I'll bring it up to the judge when we bring the plea before him. I don't think it will be an issue."

Kurt nodded. "Then I accept the conditions."

…

When school started on Wednesday, it was a bittersweet moment for Kurt. He was glad that he would be able to actually participate in Glee Club again, and be with all of his friends. He was glad that the students at McKinley were more tolerant than they had been the last few years. He was glad that the school board was enforcing the new zero tolerance policy.

But he missed his boyfriend. He'd gotten used to seeing Blaine on an almost daily basis over the summer. This was his senior year. He wanted it to be perfect. He wanted to walk down the hallways with the boy he loved. He wanted to spend as much time with him as he could before he graduated.

He moped through the day, and didn't even seem to notice when he walked down That Hallway. Mercedes tried to cheer him up at lunch time, making fun of Rachel's outfit. He smiled in appreciation of her attempt, but it didn't last. He was so lost in his own misery, he didn't see the knowing smiles pass between the other members of New Directions.

That afternoon, as he entered the choir room for the first Glee club meeting of the year, he noticed all the kids whispering, and when they stopped, he became suspicious. "What's going on?"

They just grinned at him, not saying a word. Then there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Excuse me, is this where I audition for Glee club?"

Kurt swung around at his boyfriend's voice. He stood there in black chinos, a black polo, black loafers and gold suspenders and bow tie. "Blaine? What are you doing here? Why aren't you wearing your Dalton blazer?"

"I transferred. My parents gave me permission to move in with Aunt Jean, so I could attend McKinley for the rest of my high school education. They weren't exactly pleased about me leaving Dalton, but when I told them I was in love, they finally accepted that I'm never going to settle down with some nice girl. They just want me to be happy."

Kurt hugged him so tight. "I'm never going to say good bye to you!"