Hope this is okay. Sorry it's so short. Just an epilogue left now.

Kurt couldn't breathe. He couldn't draw a breath. His stomach hurt so badly. And he could feel a heavy weight crushing him. He cracked open an eye, unsure what he would find. Somewhere above him, he could see David, and next to him, Wes.

As Kurt gradually regained his ability to breathe, he stammered out a question. 'W-why di-did you h-have to ju-jump on us?'

Wes looked down at him like he was stupid, his tone of voice suggesting the same thing. 'To wake you up. Duh!'

Kurt heard a muffled noise from next to him, looking over to see Blaine peering out from amongst arms and legs. 'Can you get off us now then?' Blaine's voice sounded weak, clearly it was an effort to speak.

The other two boys were quick to move, both looking down at Blaine with concern in their eyes. 'Are you okay?'

'My head,' Blaine groaned in response, 'it hurts.'

Wes laughed at this. 'Got yourself a hangover there, Blainey?' Blaine just glared, his eyes cracked open, before covering his head with his pillow.

Wes and David took this as their cue to leave, giving Kurt sympathetic glances on their way out. Kurt shuffled closer to Blaine, reaching a hand out to grasp his bicep. 'Blaine, baby, is everything alright?'

Blaine groaned in response, peeking out from beneath his pillow. 'Just wanna lay here,' he whined.

Kurt nodded in response, moving slightly closer to bury his nose in Blaine's chest. He heard Blaine heave out a sigh, his whole body relaxing. Kurt breathed in deeply, inhaling Blaine's scent; he couldn't believe how amazing Blaine smelt. In fact, he couldn't believe how amazing Blaine was in general. This camping trip had been a wonderful experience. A week ago Kurt was convinced he was forever alone. And now, he had a gorgeous boyfriend. Kurt was so grateful for the time the two of them had been able to spend together. Because things would be very different when they had to go home, when they went back to separate towns.

Wait . . . going home. That was today. They were going home today. Kurt suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment. He'd been having so much fun spending time with Blaine that he hadn't given any thought to going home. And now the time had come, and there was no way that Kurt was prepared.

Kurt snuggled closer to Blaine, wanting to make the most of the time they had left. Blaine peered down at him, a mumbled 'what' leaving his lips. 'We're going home today,' Kurt whispered in response. Blaine seemed to understand Kurt's sentiment, pulling him closer, arms wrapped around him and face nestled in Kurt's hair. Neither of them were quite prepared to let go yet.

Xxx

Eventually, Kurt managed to convince Blaine to leave the safety of his sleeping bag, Blaine grimacing the whole time. Kurt was amused to notice that everyone seemed a bit quieter this morning. Looking around, he could see signs of a handful of hangovers. No one seemed quite as bad as Blaine though, who was leaning heavily on Kurt, a pained look on his face. But then again he was the only one who had been banished to his bed early last night.

There were muted greetings as the two of them collapsed into seats, plates of greasy food placed in their hands. Kurt looked at his hesitantly, but Blaine was already devouring the food, and Kurt could almost see him start to recover before his eyes. Although that could have also had something to do with the painkillers he'd taken, and the water he'd chugged down.

Kurt's attention was on Blaine, trying to fix his hair which was sticking out at odd angles. He was watching him carefully, immersed, so jumped in shock when someone squealed with laughter. He clutched at his heart which was beating at a galloping rate. He glared at Tina – the one who'd laughed – his eyebrow raised in a clear question.

Tina continued to giggle, before finally managing to explain. 'Kurt, you have a giant hickey on your neck.' Kurt clapped a hand to his neck, horrified. This caused a round of snickers from everyone, which Kurt assumed was just as a result of his action. However, when Blaine looked to his neck, he paled quickly, leaning over to tug at his collar. Kurt's hand there had exposed his collar bone, which was littered with small bruises.

This exchange caused great amusement for everyone else, resulting in even more catcalling and teasing.

'Hey Blainey-boy,' Wes teased. 'See you've been busy.'

'Marking your territory?' Santana asked. 'Wanky.'

Kurt was mortified. He figured Blaine would have been too, if he wasn't lost in the haziness of his hangover. As it was, he just snuggled up against Kurt, his face buried in the crook of Kurt's neck.

Xxx

After breakfast everyone packed up, and all too soon it was time for farewells. Kurt bade all the Warblers goodbye, giving tight hugs to Trent, Wes and David. He watched the awkward way that Rachel and Thad parted and the tearful farewell between Quinn and Trent, before turning away from David and Mercedes.

Kurt left Blaine for last, wanting to put off the inevitable. They wrapped their arms around each other in a bonecrushing hug. They kissed with an urgency, each holding the other's face tightly. Between kisses, they shared whispered promises, soft words of how they would make this work, how this had to work, that they would never say goodbye.

Too soon, it was time to leave, Mercedes eventually having to guide Kurt away by his elbow. Everyone headed to their respective cars, piling into them. The honks of car horns were their final farewells.

As Kurt clicked his seatbelt up, preparing to leave, he heard a ding from his cellphone, signalling a text. He quickly pulled it from his pocket, unlocking it to read what was written.

Missing you already :( XOX - B