Breakfast went fast. Determined to make the most of their last day, they didn't want to waste time eating such a insignificant meal as breakfast. So they hurriedly shoved food in their mouths and ran to put on their clothes.

Last to finish breakfast was Blaine, who nibbled away at a single slice of strawberry jam covered toast. By the time he was almost done, most of the others were already dressed for the day and ready to go.

"Hey, Blaine, hurry it up" Finn said, throwing one of Rachel's flip-flops at him. It bounced off his knee and Blaine glared at him.

"Yeah, we're all almost ready to go" Puck added. "You're gonna be the last one ready.

Blaine frowned and stood up. "Sorry I'm such a disappointment to everyone then" he said in a thick voice before hurrying off to the suitcase room.

"Nice going" Quinn scolded the two guys who looked confused.

They rode their bikes up to Town. The park was pretty busy and the soothing sound of tennis balls being hit back and forth could be heard amidst the sound of people talking and children laughing.

"You know, I'm gonna miss this place" Rachel said as they parked their bikes under a tree.

"Well I for one can't wait to be home" Kurt sighed. "Cottage life really isn't for me."

"But you have to admit that it's beautiful here" Quinn said, kicking a rock across the lush green grass. Kurt didn't reply.

"Well what are we gonna do?" Joe asked.

"We could play Grounders again?" Tina suggested.

"Nah, too many little kids running around" Sam said, lying down on the grass.

"Hey, you know how if you walk down there and go right you'll get to the pier?" Mercedes asked, pointing in the general direction.

"Yeah, so?" Santana asked, looking in that direction as if she expected to see something.

"Well, what if we went left? What if we went across the field and went left?" Mercedes asked.

"I say we go see" Artie shrugged. "I mean, we might as well."

"I'm cool with that" Finn said. "Blaine? What about you?" he asked, hoping that Blaine would stop looking so sad and engage in conversation.

Blaine shrugged. "Sure."

"Well that settles it" Quinn stood up from the park bench she was sitting on. "Let's go."

So they walked down across the park towards The Moonlight Inn and out onto the field that they played soccer on the day before. They cut across the field and got onto a small dirt path than ran along the water's edge.

For as far as the eye could see there was only more dirt road up ahead, surrounded on the right side by reeds and glistening lake and on the left side, large, green trees.

They walked in small groups, chatting as they stared at the lovely scenery. The water was calm, with only a few small ripples from a bug or something. The sun was warm and it made the water look like a mirror, reflecting the reeds growing in and along it. There were no cottages down there, making it very quiet and serene.

"Kurt, you should talk to Blaine" Rachel said, glancing over her shoulder to where Blaine quietly walked with Sam, Joe, Puck, Mike and Artie.

Kurt sighed. "Maybe." He paused a moment before adding. "I think he should come to me."

"I doubt he will, though. He'll just shut himself away until it's too late" Rachel said.

Kurt didn't reply. He just crossed his arms and sighed.

A few paces ahead, Santana hurried up to Tina, who was leading the group. "Ready for today?"

"You mean the prank?" Tina asked. "I sure am."

"Good because we have a lot to prepare" Santana said.

"We do. Where's Rachel, she should be here. Rachel! Come here!" Tina called and Rachel hurried away from Kurt and to them.

"We'll see if we can get away from the group this afternoon and do some basic work" Santana said. "But I also had a thought."

"About what?"

"The duct tape. It's loud. How are we to use it if it's so loud?" Santana asked.

"Ooh good point" Rachel nodded and thought about it.

"Quinn!" Tina said suddenly and turned around. "Quinn, come here a minute."

Quinn, who was walking with Mercedes, sped up a bit. "Yes?"

"You slept with Puck. Is he a deep sleeper?" Tina asked.

Quinn smirked. "Yes."

"Great, thanks" Tina said. "You're free to go."

"How about we get the duct tape ready before hand? We can get it all into strips so all we need to do is use it" Rachel suggested.

"That's a great idea" Santana nodded. "I think this'll be a great prank. We'll pull it off, I'm sure."

"We will. Puck won't suspect me or Rachel and you're a good enough actor to seem innocent" Tina said.

"'Good enough'?" Santana frowned. "I'm a fabulous actor."

"You know, we still haven't figured out what Coach Sylvester has been doing this whole trip" Mercedes commented as he walked with Rory, Finn, Quinn, Sugar and Brittany.

Finn picked up a small stone and tossed it into the water, making circles of ripples. "Maybe she's in a gang."

"A gang?" Mercedes rolled her eyes.

"Sure. She probably goes to a shady looking cottage on the lake's edge where a bunch of people go and meet to discuss their newest act of deviance" Finn said.

"Why on the lake's edge?" Rory asked.

Finn make an evil-looking face. "So they can dispose of the bodies."

"There's a difference between a gang and the mafia, Finn" Quinn said.

"Maybe she's not doing anything illegal. Maybe she's just walking around like we are" Brittany said.

"Unlikely. That doesn't explain why she's always shut up in the bunkhouse by herself or on her laptop" Mercedes said.

"Maybe she's writing a book?" Rory suggested.

"Yeah! That'd make perfect sense!" Finn nodded and snapped his fingers.

"Why? Who would read it?" Sugar said. "Reading isn't fun at all."

"She's pretty notorious around Lima" Mercedes nodded. "Yeah, a book would be believable. And her walking around would be when she's looking for inspiration."

"I think we've cracked it" Finn said. "Coach Sylvester must be writing a book."

"I should ask to be the illustrator" Brittany said. "I have a new pack of crayons and I'm such a good artist."

With Rachel chatting in whispers with Tina and Santana and everyone else in their own groups, Kurt was alone. He walked with his hands in his pockets staring at the dusty but defined road. They had been walking for almost half an hour. Up ahead, there was a clearing coming. The large trees were becoming less and less. But although Kurt's eyes were fixed ahead, he wasn't focusing at all. His mind was jumbled with thoughts of Blaine, wondering what he should do. Should he talk to him? Should he let Blaine make the first move? What would he say? What could happen? In his mind he walked himself through several possible conversations but he knew the real one would be so different that planning was pointless.

"Woah!" Santana gasped. They had arrived at the clearing. Now, on both their left and right, there was water. The road kept on going, but the water wrapped around it farther down. There was like a mini, bright lake to their left. They could see a highway across the lake, with small cars driving on it. The water was calm and sparkled in the sun. There were a few geese on a bank several yards away and a couple ducks floating on the water.

"So pretty" Brittany smiled. Mercedes pulled out her camera and started taking pictures.

"I wonder how many people know this is out here. We didn't pass anyone out on the walk and it looks pretty deserted" Quinn said.

"It looks natural" Joe corrected. "It's awesome."

However, after about ten minutes, they had seen it all and were bored.

Puck glanced at his watch. "I'm hungry so let's head back."

"You don't want to go farther?" Rachel asked, looking up at the road they've yet to travel.

"No. Let's go back and get Slushies. For eating, not for throwing" Puck said.

"I'm with Puck" Artie said, nodding excitedly. "Besides, it's hot and I forgot my sunglasses."

"You should get those glasses that automatically darken in the sun" Sam said. "My mom has a pair."

Artie nodded. "Yeah, I should..."

So they turned and walked back along the road. The groups had changed. Kurt purposely hung back a bit. He had made up his mind.

Blaine had migrated to Sam again, but was a step behind them. Kurt took the chance. He hurried next to Blaine. Upon seeing Kurt next to him, Blaine ducked his head and stiffened up.

They took a few steps, synchronized, Blaine noticed, in silence before Kurt sighed.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

"I thought you never wanted to talk to me again" Blaine said icily. He didn't mean to sound so harsh, but he was so taken aback that it couldn't be helped.

"You know I didn't mean that" Kurt said quietly.

Blaine stayed quiet.

"Right? You know I didn't mean that, right?" Kurt asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I don't know what I can believe" Blaine finally said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I'm lost here, Kurt. I don't know what you want from me" Blaine said.

"Well right now I just want to talk" Kurt said.

"We are" Blaine replied gruffly.

Kurt paused. "What do you mean you're lost?"

"I mean that I just don't know what happened and what you want."

Kurt could tell there was more coming so he stayed silent and tried to hold back his tears.

"You always talk about being with me and how you love spending time with me, but you got mad at me for wanting to hang out with you. And you're always talking about New York and saying how you'll miss me-"

"I don't even know if I'm going to New York!" Kurt cut in.

"-but you don't want to spend our last few months together. The future will happen one day and it's gonna come soon than you think. And then you'll have regrets and I'll be upset and you'll be upset and it'll be a bigger mess than it is now!"

Blaine was breathing heavily by the end of this outburst, but he wasn't crying.

Kurt let a few minutes pass before saying anything. They both needed to calm down. Kurt focused on the back heel of Finn's old running shoes up ahead and Blaine stared at the lake to his left.

"It's not that I didn't want to spend time with you, Blaine" Kurt said. "I do love spending time with you. But we've been together in close quarters for over a week and you've just gotten so clingy. I need space."

"What'll happen in the future? What'll happen if we're living in a tiny apartment and we're married? Marriage is longer than a week, you know!"

"Not if you're a Kardashian" Kurt muttered and Blaine almost laughed.

"You can't just get used to me then so you either get used to me now or don't get used to me at all" Blaine added before he had time to think about it.

"You know what you need to get used to? You need to get used to the fact that I love you and I told you we'll be okay" Kurt said.

"You're all talk, though. You say you'll never say good bye and you say we'll be fine, but then something like this happens and I think we both start to doubt" Blaine said.

"Well, then I don't know what to say. You obviously can't trust me-"

"You haven't given me a chance to! Like you said, we've been together this whole time! But I'm thinking about the future and you seem to be taking it pretty lightly considering you're the one who's making a bigger change!"

"You think I'm not worried or scared?"

"Well you haven't shown it!"

"I've tried to refrain from dumping my problems on you" Kurt said. "You shouldn't have to deal with it."

Blaine looked at Kurt. "Kurt, I'm your boyfriend. That's my job. I've always been there for you since the start. Since before we were dating. And now you decide that I can't be involved. You know, that hurts."

Kurt sighed. He never meant to hurt Blaine. Ever since they discovered Blaine's insecurity during the Whitney Houston week, he's stopped unloading his emotions on Blaine in fear that Blaine would crack again. Blaine had enough of his own worries and problems and Kurt couldn't conscientiously add more.

"I'm sorry" Kurt admitted quietly. "I...I just didn't want you to feel responsible for things you couldn't control. Don't take this the wrong way, but I figured one of us had to at least pretend to be strong and after you've done that so, so many times for me..."

"I want to. I want you to cry to my shoulder when you need to. I want you to tell me your worries. Because even if I can't fix them, I can help you live through them" Blaine said, moving a tiny bit closer to Kurt. "I thought we were in for the long haul."

"We are."

"Well, we were. Don't you realize that every minute we don't spend together is a minute we'll never spend together?" Blaine asked.

"I do understand that. But it wouldn't be fair to you if I spent time with you and I wasn't enjoying it because I was too busy wishing I had some space to myself" Kurt argued. Suddenly the mood changed back to harsh.

"Maybe so, but it doesn't even seem like you're trying to make us work" Blaine said. And just like that, his defensive, victim wall was up again.

"That's not true and you know it" Kurt said.

"Sometimes it seems like that" Blaine said.

Kurt was opened his mouth to respond when Finn suddenly turned around.

"Hey, Kurt!" Finn called, but he saw what Kurt was in the middle of. "Oh, uh, never mind, I'll ask you later..."

"Ask me now, Finn" Kurt sighed, a bit grateful for a break.

Finn gave a half smile. "Okay, uh, Rachel says we aren't supposed to wear white after labour day, but isn't it technically always after labour day? Like, today is after last year's labour day and also the day before labour day is still after the last labour day? So how can it technically ever be after labour day?"

Despite the fact that tears were in his eyes, Blaine laughed.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're kidding me, right? That is the stupidest question ever."

Finn's bright smile fell.

Puck leaned over to Finn. "I thought it was pretty smart" he said and Finn's smile returned.

Blaine used the back of his hands to wipe his eyes, still with a smile on his face. Even Kurt had a small smile.

"Finn is one of a kind" Kurt sighed and Blaine laughed again. For a moment, they forgot that they were in the midst of a fight. But like being hit with a bag of apples, the sullen feeling returned. But neither of them know how to start up their conversation again. So they walked a bit in silence. Again Blaine stared at the water, admiring how it sparkled in the bright sun. Kurt mindlessly played with his fingers, a habit he had when he was nervous.

After five minutes of total silence, Blaine was bold enough to break it

"So...now what?"

"We're not done talking" Kurt replied.

"Oh."

There was another minute of silence before Kurt was the one to break it.

"Blaine, do you understand where I'm coming from?"

"Sometimes."

"Right now, do you?"

"Not fully."

"What don't you get?"

Blaine looked at him with a sad face. "Why did you say I was acting like a little boy?"

"Because you were" Kurt said, not holding back. "You were like a little, attention needing child."

Blaine didn't respond. What does one say to that?

"That's what bugged me the most. It wasn't that you kept pestering me, it was that you did it in such a childish, immature way."

"Sorry" Blaine muttered.

By now they were back to the soccer field so all conversations stopped and they all regrouped. Kurt glanced at Blaine with a look that said 'we will finish this later'. Blaine maintained steady eye contact for a minute before ducking behind Finn.

"And that concludes our little excursion" Tina said as they made their way back to the park.

"You know what that means?" Puck asked.

"Slushie time!" Sam hollered with a fist pump and they all took off for the little store.

A/N

I had a bit of writer's block so I'll admit, this chapter isn't my best. But we're building up to the big prank, which I am super excited about. And I also added some Klaine dialogue. I'm pretty sure I use fanfiction to subtly express my disappointment for canon Glee episode and plots. Don't get me wrong, I love Glee, but some things just disappoint me. Anyways, I'll try to have the next chapter up next week but if my annoying writer's block keeps up, it maybe be longer. :)

But I love you all. Don't forget that, okay?