The day after Kurt arrived back, Burt wanted to know how the trip had been. He probably would have asked earlier, but the plane had gotten in very late at night. "How was the trip, kiddo? You didn't bother to call me very often." Burt looked reproachful.

"I did call you!"

"Once."

"At least three times."

"Which is still not nearly as much as I'd like to have heard from you. I missed you, Kurt. The house is boring without you."

"Really? I'd have thought Finn would provide plenty of entertainment."

"He spends most of his time at his girlfriend's house. What's her name? Rachel? I can't keep track."

Kurt smirked. "It is Rachel. For the moment, at least."

"You're changing the subject, Kurt. What happened while you were at the beach?"

Kurt thought for a moment. He'd have to give his dad the highly edited version. If he told Burt everything that happened, he'd probably be forbidden from going to Blaine's house ever again.

"Um… well. We went swimming, we sat around on the beach, we toasted marshmallows… Oh. And I'm pretty sure the ice cream there is the best on the planet. You'd have loved it, Dad." He was pretty sure he would be going into withdrawal from the lack of that ice cream in the next few days, actually.

"A recommendation for ice cream? From Kurt? I might have to try this."

Kurt rolled his eyes. Burt often thought he was funnier than he really was.

"Anything exciting happen?"

"Not really. We met some cool people, though."

"Yeah?

"They were from New Zealand."

"Isn't that in Australia?"

"That's what I said," Kurt laughed. There were times when he and his dad were remarkably similar. "She got pretty annoyed at me, though."

"She?"

"Katie. She came up and introduced herself to us, and convinced us to come sit with her and her friends. Well, actually, they were her family… but they seemed pretty close. We spent a lot of time with them."

"They sound nice."

"I don't think her motives were as innocent as she pretended though," Kurt said, remembering her interest in his boyfriend.

"What do you mean?"

"She was into Blaine…"

"He didn't have another identity crisis, did he? Because I like that kid, but you don't need to go through that again." Burt suddenly looked a little threatening.

"No, it was fine. She backed off once she found out we were together. They were all really nice to us." Extremely nice, in fact. He owed Katie and Anna more than he could ever tell his dad. He hoped they would stay in contact, even though the sisters would be going home soon.

Burt relaxed. "Sounds like you had a good time."

"Definitely."

They had been back in Ohio for a couple of weeks now. Blaine had spent most of the time at Kurt's house, but they had stayed over at his house a few times too. His father really did seem to be trying to accept them, but he still looked extremely uncomfortable if they kissed in front of him. They decided not to test his patience too much.

Blaine arrived at Kurt's house, lugging a keyboard with some difficulty. Kurt let him in, then picked up the other end.

"Wait, you have a keyboard too? How many instruments do you play, Blaine?"

"Um… a few?"

Kurt shook his head, half in amazement, and half in exasperation. Blaine was ridiculously talented. He found that he was quite jealous, occasionally. At least his boyfriend now used his musical powers for good instead of evil. (Kurt still hadn't forgotten the Gap Attack incident.)

"Why did you bring a keyboard over here?"

"I wanted to show you something I've been working on."

Kurt helped Blaine carry the keyboard upstairs to his room. Blaine set it up, then sat nervously on the stool Kurt had put next to it.

"So? Let's hear it."

"It's not actually mine," Blaine explained. "I sort of… messed with a few songs."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll just show you."

Blaine began to play. It sounded like Fur Elise, which reminded Kurt of his mother. When he was six, she had given him a music box that played that song, and he listened to it whenever he really missed her. Blaine had seemed oddly fascinated with it last time he visited Kurt's room, turning the handle over and over. The song made him sad, but in a good way.

The notes fell strangely on Kurt's ears, slightly different from his music box, a bit softer, maybe. Until Blaine started singing, and Kurt understood what Blaine meant by "messing with" a few songs. The phrase didn't really do the beautiful song justice.

Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry, cry…

It was a lovely song, played in a minor key, but somehow a little hopeful, too. Blaine had arranged this? He admired Blaine's talent even more now. Kurt would never have thought to put those two songs in the same piece.

One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky

But until that morning
Ain't nothing can harm you
With daddy and mommy standing by, standing by…

Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
It's not warm when he's away
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
He's always gone too long anytime he goes away

And now he was effectively astonished. If this was Blaine "messing with" a few songs, what would happen when he worked on something seriously? He'd have to ask if Blaine had written anything else.

Wonder this time where he's gone
Wonder where he's gonna stay
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
This house just ain't no home,

Anytime he goes away…

He goes away

Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton, the cotton is high

Kurt took a second away from being mesmerized to notice Blaine's falsetto was unbelievably sexy.

Oh, your daddy's rich
And your mamma's so damn good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry…

Don't you cry.

Author's Note: So. There it is. The epilogue. Summertime is officially finished. (At least, until I decide that I feel like writing a missing scene or something.) I hope you guys liked it. I'll probably start the sequel soon, but I most likely won't be able to update as much because I'm pretty busy with school at the moment.

The song is Fur Elise+Summertime+Ain't No Sunshine. The arrangement is credited to Darren Criss, Summertime Lyrics are by George Gershwin, and Ain't No Sunshine is by Bill Withers. Fur Elise was composed by Beethoven. That arrangement is, as some of you may have guessed, the inspiration for the title of this fic, and also one of my favourite songs. If you want to listen to it, which I definitely recommend, there is a link here: http :/ /www. youtube. com/wa tch?v= qDFvyx PvwgM

The beach that Blaine and Kurt went to is called Sunset Beach, which I have visited several times, and it is absolutely beautiful. If anyone wants to know what it looks like, there are links to a few pictures in my profile.

Thank you so much for reading!