The forest was silent, except for the carefree laughter coming from the rocky path that led to the water stream that Kurt and Blaine used to go anytime they could. They rode their beloved horses, racing each other. It was a month after the cocktail/rave and they couldn't be closer, nor happier, except that now, the world knew that Blaine found someone and Kurt found fascinating, but also disturbing to see his face pretty much everywhere. It annoyed him greatly, because he didn't know seeing Blaine would be something to talk about, but it seemed that it was, but he tried to ignore it.

Once they reached the little creek, Kurt led the horses to a tree where they could rest with a bowl of water. He stripped from his black shoes and put his feet into the hot water and relaxed. Because it was now the summer, he was in skinny jeans in a light blue color and a white V-neck that made him looks stylish, yet, relax and the color of the pants made his eyes bluer then usual. Blaine wore black shorts that went just below the knees with sandals and a white shirt. Very simple and looked more like a beach boy then a millionaire boy, Kurt always said to tease him, but approved.

That morning, they woke up as the sun rise behind the hills; it was still fairly early, but Kurt enjoyed feeling the morning breeze on his skin and the orange glow when the sun woke. Santana helped them packing bread, homemade jam that Kurt made himself two days ago that Santana was beyond impressed by the taste, cheese and coffee in a thermo as she knew the day before of their little escapade and their plans to do a picnic. Santana also made her special strawberries roll cake that Blaine simply adored.

''San knows be so well,'' Blaine gushed as he devoured one piece of the cake as he sat next to Kurt on the green and humid grass.

''So, you are a strawberries lover?'' Kurt teased him with a smile as he ate a piece of that cake and poured him and Blaine a cup of steaming hot coffee.

Blaine scoffed and nodded.

''It just so good on everything! Cakes, sauces, creams, jelly…'' Blaine listed and Kurt shook his head playfully.

''It's a fruit, Blaine. Fruits are known to be good on everything,'' he countered. ''Blackberries are better, though''

''Are you kidding me? They are all black and gross!'' he made a choking sound.

''They are juicier and as a future chef, I have a right to disagree with you.'' He had a smug look on his face and then, searched something in the bag. ''Here, I brought some.'' Blaine chuckled as Kurt didn't wait for a respond and put the fruit into his open mouth and there was something so sexy, so erotic as Kurt touched his lips that way, biting his lips like this when the juice from the fruit began to trail on his fingers and Blaine was sure he didn't know what he was doing to him right now. He gulped; He could literally feel his pupils dilated and his heartbeat accelerate. He retracted his hand and licked his fingers before eating a blackberry. He was killing Blaine from the inside.

Blaine put his purplish thumb that the fruit caused on the pale skin of Kurt's cheek and leaned forwards to kiss him. Kurt, surprised, took a step back and fell into the water. It wasn't too deep, but Kurt didn't seem to be hurt as he looked up at Blaine who was still on the ground, dry. Kurt pulled on Blaine's shirt to make him join him on the water. They kissed again and they never parted; Blaine just fallowed him, pressing their lips even harder. Kurt didn't complain about his wet clothes because of the passion that ignited within his body. Blaine's lips were heavenly and tasted like coffee and strawberry and sugar.

''I want to do something for you,'' Kurt suddenly said as they parted and they were both panting, the water touching their hips.

''Wha-what is it?'' Blaine asked, not quite on planet earth with glossy eyes, clearly turned on by the kiss. Kurt didn't respond, but pushed Blaine on a wall of the thermal bath. ''What… Kurt…''

''Shh…'' Kurt whispered as he swam to be near him and put a finger on his lips. He kissed Blaine more passionately. He then kissed his jaw, his neck and his abs until he reached his bellybutton. His shirt clung to him, but he didn't seem to care if he kissed was only fabrics.

''It feels good,'' Blaine said and it was true. After months of no sex, he needed it. He was now as hard as a rock just because of those little kisses but Blaine never felt something that strong before. His body was on fire just by the simple touches and kisses that Kurt initiate; it was all so innocent that Blaine couldn't be turn on by so little, but he was. He was completely, irrevocably at Kurt's mercy and this power that the blue-eyed man had on him frightened him. He opened his eyes as fast as a shooting star when Kurt slide off his short in a quick motion and he pushed Kurt away by the shoulders. He could hear his brothers' cheers in his head, but he ignored them.

''Hey, hey,'' he said quickly, halting Kurt's moves. ''What are you doing?'' he asked breathlessly and the air of the morning made his penis twitch but he didn't notice it right away, even though it was the first time Kurt saw him naked.

''You're my boyfriend, silly,'' Kurt responded, rolling his eyes good-naturally. ''I just want to make you feel good. There's no one around. Relax and enjoy,'' Kurt said assuredly. ''We are together for over a month, now. I guess I just want to show you how much you mean to me,'' he explained. ''I didn't think it was rush. Is it?'' he asked. Blaine shook his head frantically but he searched in the blue eyes in front of him were sure.

''I…'' he was at a loss. That was not planned, not unwelcome, but definantly not planned. ''Are you sure?'' he finally asked. Kurt nodded shakily.

''I've never done anything like that, though…'' Blaine had no doubt about it, and breathed deeply.

''It's alright,'' he assured. ''N-now, give me your hand,'' Kurt gave it to him hesitantly and Blaine guided him to his growing member. Blaine was fairly big and long, and helps Kurt massaging his shaft. He groaned in contentment but tried to stay quiet not to get a wrong response from Kurt. ''Ok, now, you can do it,'' he said.

Kurt lowered his head and he licked the head hesitantly, and then put him all in his mouth as Blaine groaned louder, embracing Kurt's hot heath of his mouth. Suddenly, he hissed in discomfort.

''Sss.. no teeth, baby, no teeth.'' He warned and grabbed Kurt's hair, pushing his hips forwards to create more friction, but Kurt choked at the action. ''I'm sorry, baby!'' he apologized. ''I'm so sorry!'' Kurt kept sucking without stopping. He tried not to drink the water. After a few moments, Blaine's breathing became more and more erratic as his orgasm grew and grew to become just one explosion of pleasure. ''Kurt… oh, Kurt! I'm-I'm coming, I'm coming! Keep going, keep going…'' he repeated as a mantra as he threw his head back and hot white come shot down Kurt's throat. Some of it trickled down Kurt's chin as he couldn't shallow all of it and Blaine was breathing hard, enjoying his post-orgasm. He never came that hard and so fast and that was, if the little white dots in his vision were any indication, the best orgasm of his life. Kurt's giggles helped him come back to reality and when he did, he only saw the most beautiful man in the world and he just realized, in that moment, that that game was the biggest mistake he ever made.

As Kurt leaned to kiss him on the lips and if the happy giggle he heard from him was any indication, Blaine didn't want to play anymore.

-X-

''Kurt?'' Beatrice said sweetly as she saw Kurt walking in the hall. He turned around and greeted her. ''Daddy wants to see you,'' she said as she approached him, her long hair was in a tight pony tail and her heavy makeup gave him a severe look.

Kurt looked perplexed for a moment. Charles wanted to see him? Since the dinner all those weeks ago where Charles wanted nothing but humiliated him, he ignored him and Kurt did the same thing. Not because he hated the man, hell, he always respected him as he grew up, trying to figure out how he made a whole empire all by himself. He thought he was a smart guy, but the judging prick he saw was a complete other man then the loving, caring, accepting and powerful father people wanted to see in him. In private, Kurt saw a whole new Charles and wasn't sure if he wanted to know that man anymore.

''Right now?'' he asked, a little annoyed, but also curious.

''Yes, right now,'' she repeated, trying to sound nonchalant. ''Oh, you have other plans,'' she concluded and Kurt signed.

''I just had to get my trucks. Blaine and I are going to the pools. San should join us, it's her day off.'' He said happily. Seeing her bothered expression, he knew he had to concede to her demands. ''But I can speak with your father for a couple of minutes,'' He said reluctantly and Beatrice beamed at him, her brown eyes sparkling with malice.

''He's in the penthouse. I think he wants to talk to you, now that you and Blaine are officially together.''

When they arrived, Beatrice walked straight to the wooden table where his dad sat, an envelope in front of him with a glass of brandy half empty. They were no other person. The silence was deafening and even though no one talked for a good minute as Kurt walked near the table, he couldn't help but think that Charles Anderson looked quiet intimidating with his dark suit, his dark brown eyes and his severe look. He was nothing like Blaine or the jovial look of his own father with his blue eyes shining with love when he looked at Kurt. That man just looked cold and distant. Beatrice was standing next to her father with her hands joined over her stomach, standing tall and the entire warm was gone; she looked serious malicious and her heavy makeup made her ugly and she glared at Kurt.

Kurt gulped and came to a halt next to Charles, wondering why he was here in the first place.

''Take a seat, Kurt'' Charles said in his deep voice. Kurt took the seat across from Charles, folding his arms on the table. The older man slide the envelope in a slow pace until it reached Kurt. ''Open it,'' Kurt did just that and frowned. He looked up at Charles, his blue eyes looking confused. Annoyed, Charles barked a reply like it was obvious, like Kurt was too stupid to put two and two together. ''It's a cheque. Fifty thousands''

''I-I don't understand, sir,'' Kurt said quietly, frowning at the man before him.

''Take the money, and leave,'' he said calmly and sipped his glass.

''Excuse me?'' Kurt said icily. He could be a gentleman, a polite and kind boy when he wanted to, but when people pushed his buttons, he could be quiet a bitch. He pushed the envelope rather harshly towards Charles and stood up, the chair falling behind him in the process. ''Who do you think you are?''

''Wasn't it enough? How about Seventy thousands? I want you to leave this country, go back to where you're from and don't contact Blaine again,'' Charles demanded nonchalantly, not impressed by Kurt's outburst. Kurt looked him death in the eye, not the least scared anymore.

''I'm not interesting in your money. I love Blaine for him, not for the cash,'' he said forcefully.

''Now, now, Kurt. Come on,'' Charles stood up and came near Kurt, watching his every move like he was ready to strike at any time. ''Don't say that the money doesn't look appealing. I know you want to be a Chef, I can buy you all you want for your restaurant. I can make all your dreams come true'' He said calmly, and then whispered. ''Just ask.''

''Stay the hell away from me,'' Kurt ordered, stepping back and hitting a wall.

''Don't be such a baby, Kurt,'' Beatrice said for the first time, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Kurt's eyes were shining with hurt and betrayal.

''And you, you're okay with this?'' he choked, pointing an accusing finger at the woman. ''I thought you were my friend!''

''Daddy is always right,'' she said sweetly, looking adorably at her dad. Her look hardened when she looked at the upset young man. ''You don't belong here. This place isn't your world. Trust me on this, Kurt,'' she said, walking closer to him. ''My father can buy you anything. He can make your dream of being a Chef easily for you. He can buy you a beautiful apartment, too. What do you think of the Upper East Side?'' she said, smiling at him like it was a good opportunity for him; like his relationship with Blaine was only a gain.

''No,'' came his harsh reply and Beatrice became, once again, cold and the hope in her eyes was gone. ''I'm not leaving.''

''Oh, yes, you will.'' Charles said forcefully, losing his temper. He thought it could be easy to buy Kurt as the boy had nothing and had no money, but he was stubborn. He picked a few magazines on the counter and threw them at Kurt's feet. On the covers, there were pictures of Kurt and Blaine, kissing, holding hands.

''You're not supposed to be here. My boy can be straight, gay, I don't give a damn. But he can't be with you,''

''You want me to leave because Blaine loves someone like me and not someone as influential as, oh, I don't know, Sebastian?'' Beatrice scoffed.

''Love. He doesn't even know what love is! He's just fooling around with you.'' Kurt shook his head furiously.

''You don't even know him like I do. I know what he has been before we met, but he changed. He's a nice, kind and gentle man and I love him. I won't leave. He's so much better than what you give him credit for and I know what I'm talking about,'' he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

''You're damn right you know, Kurt,'' Charles said in a low voice. ''That's another motive for you to leave,''

''I don't understand,'' Kurt frowned.

''Christian told me you saw him and a couple of his friends at the cocktail,'' He went to the counter and poured himself another glass of brandy.

''You know he takes hard drugs?'' Kurt asked, awestruck. Christian's own father knows about it and he doesn't do anything about it?

''Everyone got their dirty little secrets, Kurt.'' He said matter-of-factly. ''You can easily say anything to the press and it won't be good on Christian or on this family.'' He looked pointedly at Kurt. ''Drugs is a serious issue, Kurt,''

''Damn well, I know! That's why you should let Christian see someone for it,'' he nearly screamed, but Charles only ignored his outburst and shook his head.

''I let him have his fun, as long as it is behind closed doors. But now, with you knowing, it is more complicated now,''

''I'm not like that,'' Kurt said, insulted. ''I won't say anything to anyone. I'm not using Blaine for that kind of publicity either,'' Charles was silent for a moment, studying Kurt.

''I watched you for a month, now. You've becoming closer and closer with Blaine and I simply don't like that. You just know too many things for me and my family to be comfortable. I'll buy you anything, as long as you keep your mouth shut.'' He said firmly. ''Blaine should concentrate his summer on other things,'' he concluded.

''Like what?'' Kurt challenged. ''Like how to become a daddy's puppy? Or how to be a golden boy on boring events because people in your world are too focused on minding their own business and criticising other people's lives.'' He yelled and his voice was booming off the walls.

''Enough,'' Charles snarled, insulted by the young boy's boldness. He massaged his temples, turning his back on a fuming Kurt. After a couple of second, Kurt's now gentle voice could be heard.

''I may not have a lot of money,'' Kurt continued calmly, but shakily, ''My dad just fix cars, my step-mom may just be a nurse and my brother is studying to be a teacher in New York. Maybe you think it is jobs to be ashamed of, but we are happy and so close. I may live in a crappy apartment in Brooklyn and I hear, at least, two gun shots per night. When it's raining, I have water in my living room. I'm a waiter in a smelly Italian diner where a waitress does the boss, but at least, I'm working.'' He walked slowly towards Charles, taking the envelope on the table. ''So no, I don't have any money, but I don't want yours.'' He gave Charles the envelope and looked him in the eye for a last moment and flees the room, his heart thumping in his chest.

''Hey!'' a screeching voice said behind him and heels were producing a terrible sound on the marble floor.

''Leave me alone, I'm leaving.'' He said harshly, but Beatrice gripped his forearm and her long and polish nails tugged into his flesh and he hissed in pain, turning around to glare at her.

''You think you're so special, aren't you?'' she laughed bitterly. ''You just come around and Blaine is all kind and prude.''

''I know who he was before.'' Kurt said, tiring to say this again and again, but it's true, he knew what Blaine did, but it's in the past.

''I know you want the attention, don't deny it,'' she said, proud to get to this conclusion as Kurt tried not to puke at her pure attempt to know him; she was failing miserably. He stayed silent, and she continued, tugging his nails in his flesh. ''You came from nowhere, snatched a rich boy and boom, you have it. You're just an attention whore, craving for the flashes and your pretty little face on the covers. You're worse than the Kardashians,'' she scoffed, letting go of his arm. Kurt laughed bitterly at the comparison.

''That's rich coming from you,'' he said. ''Isn't you I see all the time, dressing as a whore who tries so desperately to get a designer's attention?'' he asked curiously.

''You're not so prude yourself. I know what you did earlier in the wood.'' Kurt huffed, trying to hide his surprise. ''We are boyfriends. I can touch him that way if I want. And anyways, how did you…''

''I have my sources,'' Kurt was mortified that people watched the two of them in an intimate moment like this, but he'll be damned if Beatrice saw his embarrassment. ''It could be on the tabloids all over the planet by tomorrow, not that you're not interested in being the new big and juicy gossip'' By now, Kurt couldn't breathe. ''but it could cost you your career as a chef.''

Kurt got away from her and glared at her, his eyes grayer now that he was angry. ''What's in it for you, anyways?'' She folded her arms over her chest.

''I've never liked the little brat, anyways.'' She huffed. ''Such a whiny little baby. He's the golden boy of mom, got everything he ever wanted… spoiled little brat.'' Kurt frowned at her.

''You are also a spoi..,'' then, it dawned on him like a flash of lightning. ''You're jealous. You're actually of your little brother because of the attention he got from Maggie, and you didn't like the fact that you aren't the baby anymore,'' he stated.

''You're smarter than I thought.'' She remarked.

''You're… there's something wrong with you,'' Kurt stated, shaking his head. ''You're ready to ruin Blaine's reputation and mine over a stupid jealousy crisis? You're sick and it won't work'' he said firmly.

''Try me,'' she said as she walked away, swaying her hips in her mini skirt that Kurt found so vulgar.

-X-

It was late, around 9 pm. Kurt was sitting on the cold floor of the hotel kitchen and his eyes were no longer red because of the crying. Suddenly, the doors opened.

''Kurt?'' a voice asked, concerned. ''Kurt? You're here?'' it repeated and someone walked from the doors and went around the counter, where Kurt was sitting.

''Hey, Blaine,'' he said softly.

''Where were you?'' Blaine asked, looking relief. ''I searched everywhere for you. You should've told me if you didn't want to swim. I would've mind.'' Kurt looked up at him, looking so apologetic that Blaine couldn't stay mad at him for long. Instead, he sat on his knees, placing a hand on his arm.

''I'm sorry I didn't call you. I was just thinking about different things and I just… didn't think, I'm sorry,'' he kissed Blaine's cheek sweetly, savouring his comforting sent.

''It's okay, baby.'' He then looked around him. ''I went to the gardens, to you chambers… Santana's kitchen was the least I imagined. Until she had enough to see me running around like a madman and she told me that she gave you a key and you like going here,'' Blaine shrugged, amused and all the concern vanished. Kurt smiled a little bit.

''I love being here… It's quiet at night.'' It was a silent moment, where they just looked at each other, until Blaine noticed a book on Kurt's crossed legs.

''What is it?'' Kurt looked confused, until he saw the book.

''Oh! If you want to know everything, It's my most prized possession,'' he said, proudly showing off his book with the cover with a lovely baby blue color. ''I write all of my recipes in it- the ones I want for my restaurant. There are also pictures of my family, my friends, my home…'' there was a hint of nostalgia in his big blue eyes, but it was gone quickly. ''When I think of it, I see your beloved family,'' he said with a hint of anger, but it was also gone before Blaine could notice. ''But you never saw pictures of mine!'' he said, his cheerfulness coming back to replace rage and despair feelings he had towards the Andersons family. He flipped the pages. ''That's my brother, Finn and my future sister-in-law, Rachel. She's a pain, sometimes. Thinks she's better than everyone else and she's very loud. But in high school, it was worse,'' Kurt laughed, looking at the picture. Blaine grinned, enjoying seeing and putting a face on the people Kurt always talked about. ''And this is my dad, Burt, and Carole, my step-mom and Finn's mother,'' he said, pointing at a picture where the two adults were on a couch, cuddling.

''You must love your dad,'' Blaine said with a hint of sadness.

''Yes,'' Kurt said slowly, understanding Blaine's question and his lack of a dad. Blaine had a father, not a dad. ''He's everything to me,'' He turned the page and this one was dedicated to only one person as the other pages had a lot of pictures with different people. This one had only one big photo of a beautiful woman with long brown hair and blue eyes- the same as Kurt.

''This is my mom, Elizabeth. She died when I was eight,'' he said sadly, tracing the contour of her face with his thumb. The picture was decorating by gold and silver glitters and beautiful flowers and birds were designed and it was beautifully done.

''I'm sorry,'' Blaine said, at a loss of words. Kurt shook his head, looking at Blaine.

''It was a long time ago.'' He turned a few pages and came up with pictures of Santana and Blaine laughed out loud. ''Shut up!'' Kurt said, but he was also giggling. ''She's my idol, you know!''

''And I respect that, I swear!'' Blaine said, still laughing. Kurt laughed as well, but then an image of Charles appeared in his mind and the smiled vanished, but he'd be damned if that man ruined the time he had with Blaine when he was not even there.

''Who is it?'' Blaine asked, pointing to a guy on another page. Kurt looked down and saw his homeless friend, Ed. He smiled softly, missing his old pal.

''It's Ed.''

''An uncle? A friend of yours?'' Blaine asked, genuinely interested.

''A friend. He's homeless and I met him a few months back when I first worked at the restaurant.'' Blaine's eyes grew wider and wider. He wasn't staring because he found it strange, but it was by admiration. Seeing the look upon his face, Kurt grew uncomfortable. ''He's a really nice guy, you know. People judged him, but he…''

''I think it's remarkable.'' Blaine said. ''You're so kind-hearted and genuine… I fall more and more in love with you every day,'' Blaine was surprised by this declaration, but his features softened as he looked at Kurt, because this time, he really meant it. It was real and he couldn't just pretend that the butterflies in his stomach weren't there like the other times he lied to himself.

He cupped Kurt's cheek, and kissed him passionately as the book of memories laid between them, on a blank page that was written in Kurt's cursive letters ``my boyfriend and I'' Insert photo.

-XX-

It is a short chapter indeed, but an important one. I'm not 100% satisfied with it, though, but more like 99.9% satisfied. :) What do ya think?