Hi kids. I forgot to mention that another reason why I haven't been updating lately is because I just finished a really great novel, Divergent by Veronica Roth. Its SO good. Has anyone read it? The sequel comes out next month and I'm just going to keep reading it over and over again until the sequel comes out. It's another one of those dystopian-futuristic kind of books, almost like The Hunger Games. Anyway, I highly recommend that book to anyone who hasn't read it. Who knows? Maybe a certain pointlessfangirl will one day write a fic based on it? ;) Enjoy the chap!

The long, summer days were now narrowed down to about only three more weeks left of summer vacation.

And to be honest, it really kind of hurt Kurt.

He always used to be so excited about starting college, the place that would test his abilities and help him reach the goal he's always wanted. After meeting Blaine however, there was no way he could deny the feeling of attachment that he'd developed over these past few weeks. He wish that he could somehow reverse this unbreakable spell he seemed to be put under. But the deed was done...it was now irrevocable.

Stop, he would tell himself. Blaine is just a boy. You'll still be able to keep contact with him once you go to school. You're not in love, you're not, you're not, you're not.

But he was.

Blaine felt the same way. It was like there was a deep pit in his throat, ready to cave in on itself once he had to say goodbye to Kurt. Hopefully not a permanent goodbye. After all, in only the first few weeks of staying at the house near the lake, they'd stuck together like glue. It didn't seem fair that this was the time Blaine had chosen to start a relationship.

One afternoon, the boys were enjoying an afternoon in Blaine's bedroom, flipping through some magazines and watching some over-hyped drama show on the television in Blaine's room. And even though neither of them wanted to say it, they knew they were both terrified that the end of the summer was drawing nearer.

"Oh my god, she did not just wear these shoes with that dress," Kurt pointed to a glossy picture of a faceless celebrity in the VOGUE magazine he was holding. He crinkled his nose in disgust. "It doesn't match her skin tone at all and that outfit is making her baby bump look ten times the size of the planet earth."

Blaine chuckled, his chin resting on his knee, which was brought up to his chest. "You freak out way too much about these things."

"I do not. In fact, I bring attention to issues that should be addressed."

"Commenting on a woman's shoes is an issue?"

"You bet it is. I should make a company: Kurt Hummel's fashion police, helping average and hideously unstylish people all over the world."

Blaine just snorted again. "I'd have to be your first customer."

"The hair gel should go. But other than that, you're pretty cute."

"Pretty cute, hmm?" Blaine inched his face closer to Kurt's, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "Is that all."

"Well, you're alright," Kurt teased back. "A little short for my standards, but you'll be fine."

"I'm not that short," Blaine grumbled, and Kurt giggled.

"Whatever you say, schnookums," Kurt ruffled Blaine's hair with the hand that wasn't holding the magazine page. Blaine leaned in to gently peck Kurt's lips.

Kurt's smile faded a little. "Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm nervous. For college."

"But I thought you wanted to go. You can't seem to stop talking about it."

"I do want to go, more than anything. But that doesn't mean I can't be scared." Kurt sighed and rolled over onto his back, the magazine now sitting by his side.

"Getting into a fancy school and receiving high grades doesn't make me any better than the other hundreds of people sharing the same dream as me. And they don't always come true, you know. I just feel like I have a lot to give and I'm not going to be able to give it if people don't acknowledge what I'm capable of."

Blaine looked down at his boyfriend thoughtfully. It was terrible that Kurt was feeling this way, and he had no clue what he was feeling. Having your dreams crumble to pieces right in front of you was not an easy thing to witness. He reached his hand over and placed in on the small of Kurt's back, pulling him closer. He could feel Kurt's back mussels underneath his light sweater.

"Then I think you need to work the hardest you can," Blaine replied after a minute. "I'm going to agree with you that it's hard as hell to get what you want. But you are amazing, Kurt, and I can't wait for the day that all your hard work pays off. And hopefully, when you get to the place where you finally want to be, you know what I'm gonna do?"

"What?" Kurt asked.

"I'm buying front row tickets to the opening night of your debut show, and I'll be there cheering you on, and I'm going to say that I knew you could do it. Because you have it in you, Kurt."

Kurt smiled up at Blaine, a smile that was so full of hopeful and cautious joy. Kurt kissed Blaine on the cheek before speaking again.

"What about us? We're going to be separated for a really long time once we go our own ways. But I don't think I want to break-up or anything."

"Neither do I," Blaine shook his head. "And I'm sure we can figure something out. We live in a new era where skype, internet chatting and cellular devices exist, you know. I'm sure it won't be hard for me to hear the sound of your voice."

Kurt smiled, tracing along Blaine's arm with his fingertip without even realizing what he was doing.

"You're everything, Kurt. I have so much faith in you."

Kurt rested his palm against Blaine's bicep. He wanted to say the words so badly. Just those three, vapid and incredibly meaningful words. It was a secret he just couldn't keep anymore. It seemed like the perfect place to say it: the boys were alone with everyone running around outside, the sun was slowly starting to go down, and the atmosphere of the room was just so warm and comfortable. I love you, Blaine. That's all Kurt had to say. I love you.

He couldn't do it.

Not now, not so soon, not when Kurt was about to leave Blaine's side in just a couple of weeks. The words were banging on an imaginary door in Kurt's mind, begging to be let out. But he just couldn't do it. Plus, the fear of not hearing them back sounded like torture.

So instead of telling Blaine, he just grabbed the back of Blaine's neck and kissed him. I'm sorry, Kurt said to Blaine in his mind, and through his kiss. Blaine was taken a little by surprise, to be honest, but he'd accept the feeling of Kurt's lips on his own any day. He moved is arm to gently drape around Kurt's waist, sighing.

The next thing the boys knew, Blaine was carefully moving over Kurt to hover above him, his palms pressing into the mattress. The magazine by Kurt's side fell off of the bed and landed with the flapping noise of pages. But Kurt didn't even care about the magazine, he just kept on kissing Blaine. And he was happy to know that Blaine still wanted to kiss him.

Things started to get a little bit warmer in the room after a few seconds. Blaine didn't lay all of his weight onto Kurt in fear of crushing him, but that fear disappeared when he felt Kurt's hand reach up and tug his shirt closer. His body was now pressed onto Kurt's, and he could hear the quick beating of Kurt's heart as their lips moved on.

Blaine kissed every part of Kurt's face. His closed eyelids, his cheek, the tip of his ski-slope nose, and lastly his forehead, before returning back to his lips. One of Kurt's knees lifted upwards just a tiny bit, but it was enough to completely turn Blaine on. Just seeing Kurt so vulnerable beneath him, but also so sure of what he wanted. He knew the raising of a knee shouldn't be that sexy... but hell, it was Kurt.

Blaine's placed his hand underneath the back of Kurt's knee, not hitching it upwards, but just wanting to feel him. He dragged his fingers under Kurt's thin calf before taking the hand away and cupping his cheek. Kurt's arms wound gently around Blaine's shoulders, his finger nails scratching at the material of his shirt.

Sucking in a deep breath, Blaine moved hips lips to Kurt's collarbone and kissed it, whispering something sweetly.

"Kurt," Blaine nearly whimpered. It was light making out at it's best, but still, Kurt's head swam. In the good and bad way.

"Blaine?" Kurt softly spoke into Blaine's ear. His cheeks were slightly pink and his heart was just starting to speed up before he pulled away to talk.

"Hmmm?" Blaine was paying attention, but his lips were still resting on Kurt's throat. His breath coasted along Kurt's skin, making him shudder.

"I...U-um..." Kurt tried to make his words come out, but he just kept sputtering them into incompletely words. Somehow, Blaine just felt the sense.

"Sorry," Blaine lifted his head from Kurt's chest. "Did that make you uncomfortable?"

"Oh no," Kurt gently stroke the side of Blaine's head. "It was...amazing. But as lovely as that was, I just...I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

"Oh," Blaine deflated like a balloon. It wasn't because he wanted to try and get into Kurt's pants anyway, but he did feel like it was his fault for making them stop.

"Blaine, you did everything right," Kurt nuzzled his nose against Blaine's, trying to make him feel better. "It felt great, trust me. Just...maybe we should take things a little slower? I don't mind doing this. Not at all. But, I'm not exactly ready for that kind of...intimacy yet. Not yet. Is that...alright?"

"Of course it's alright, Kurt," Blaine said, smiling. "I mean, I'm sure I'm not ready for that yet either. And if anything makes either one of us comfortable, we'll tell each other. Deal?"

"Deal," Kurt sealed his mouth shut against Blaine's. "You just make me really happy."

"As do you," Blaine replied, before capturing Kurt's mouth in his own once more. They giggled loudly, and after a while they went back downstairs to spend the evening with their cat-calling, obnoxious friends who were giving each other piggy backs on the grass and tossing around a frisbee.

For some reason, Kurt didn't feel so confused anymore. For the time being.