Kurt wakes up before Sebastian the next day, his body attuned to his work schedule. It takes him a moment to realize where he is, but when he does, he can't keep the smile off his face. Sebastian wasn't lying when he said he sprawls during the night; right now he's posed like a ballet dancer, one foot against the other knee and one arm thrown across Kurt's chest. Kurt's pretty sure he could move the arm without waking Sebastian, but he doesn't want to. It's not uncomfortable, and he doesn't exactly have anywhere to be.

It doesn't take long for Sebastian to wake up, though. It's like he can sense that Kurt's awake.

"Mm, mornin'," he mumbles, and his rough voice sends pleasure thrills down Kurt's spine. "Wasn't just one of those really good dreams, then." He stretches like a cat, arching up from the mattress and then slumping down again, before leaning over to press a kiss on Kurt's shoulder. "You sleep okay?"

Kurt nods, shifting to his side so that he's facing Sebastian. "Yeah. You didn't crush me."

"Good." Sebastian reaches behind himself for his phone, squinting at the bright display in the dim light of the room. "You want breakfast?"

"Can I shower first?"

"Yeah, of course."

They don't actually get up for another few minutes, taking the time to soak in each other's presence. Sunlight is filtering in through the blinds, making patterns on the floor and the bed. It's idyllic, really, until Sebastian's stomach growls loudly.

"I'm sorry," he laughs, covering his face with his arm. "I'm hungry."

"Yeah, I heard," Kurt replies with a smirk. "Guess I should go shower then, huh?"

"Mm. There are towels under the sink."

"Okay."

Kurt brushes his teeth and showers, making as quick work of everything as he can. He expects Sebastian to be downstairs already when he exits, but his boyfriend is still in bed.

"I need a shower, too," he says to Kurt's unvoiced question and stands up. "You can go down, I won't take long."

"Err," Kurt says, because he's really not up to facing Sebastian's mother alone when it's still kind of early in the morning. Especially not after spending the night in her son's bed.

"Don't worry," Sebastian says and leans in to press a quick kiss to Kurt's mouth. "She's at yoga. It's just my dad."

Kurt breathes out. "Okay. I can deal with that."

xoxoxoxox

"What do you want to do? With your life?"

It's late afternoon and they're at the old house again. They're laying side by side on a blanket under the big oak tree by the lake and Sebastian's just finished telling Kurt about the summer his grandfather taught him how to fish.

"Wow, switching subjects, are we?" Sebastian laughs, squinting at Kurt above his sunglasses.

Kurt just shrugs. He's curious.

"I want to work with advertising, I think," Sebastian says, laying down again and letting his sunglasses slot into place. "Make people desperately need stuff they didn't even knew they wanted, you know?"

"For some reason, that doesn't surprise me at all."

"Har-har. I got..." Sebastian glances at Kurt and cuts himself off. "Nevermind."

"What?"

"No, forget it."

Kurt eyes him warily, but decides to let it go. "Okay. And more? Where do you want to live? What do you want to do?"

It's Sebastian's turn to shrug. "I don't know. I mean, I want to do something with this place, but you already know that. Live here a few weeks during the summer, then...I don't know. New York? LA? Probably out of Ohio, at least."

"Travel?"

"Mm, maybe. My grandparents live in France, but I'll probably be tired of that after-a while. Asia, maybe? I wanna see Tokyo."

"Alone?"

Sebastian turns to his side, facing Kurt. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"No?"

"Well then. You have anything against Tokyo?"

"No?"

"Okay. Good. What do you want?"

Kurt sighs. "I...I honestly don't know. I was dead set on NYADA, but now...I don't know. I still want to go to New York, though. Sometime. And I want to go to Paris, but other than that I'm open." He pauses. "You think we'll still be together by then?"

"When? When you go to Paris? I don't-" Sebastian sits up and takes off his sunglasses. "Look, I know we've only been together for like...barely two months, but-" He looks out over the lake, chewing his lip. "When I think about doing those things, I think about doing them with you. And maybe I'm naive or-Fuck, I don't know, I've never been-I've never felt like this before, I've never been with someone like this, but it, this, feels real. Or whatever. I just-I want to do those things with you, Kurt. So yeah, I hope we'll still be together by then." He finally looks at Kurt then, nervous about his reaction, but Kurt's only reply is to surge up and grab hold of Sebastian's neck and kiss him deeply.

"I-I want that, too," he says breathlessly when they break apart. "I want that, too."

Sebastian smiles against his mouth and lowers them until Kurt is on his back again and Sebastian is leaning over him. "Good," he says, eventually. "Glad we're on the same page." He presses his whole body against Kurt's, and suddenly Kurt has a pretty clear idea of where this is going.

"I'm not having sex outside," he says, but he doesn't even sound convincing to his own ears and he can't deny the thrill of excitement that runs through him at the thought.

"Okay," Sebastian agrees, humoring him as he moves to press kisses to Kurt's neck. His cock is hardening against Kurt's and of all the kinks to choose from, Kurt would not have put exhibitionism high on his own list, but you live and learn, apparently.

"Seriously, anyone can-" he cuts himself off when Sebastian sucks on one of the sensitive spots on his clavicle, the spot that always gets him and Sebastian knows that, the jerk.

"Anyone can what?"

"-See us, oh my god," Kurt finishes with a gasp, arching up when Sebastian bites down jesus christ.

"No one comes here," Sebastian murmurs, licking over the bruise quickly forming on Kurt's skin. "Have you ever seen anyone here besides us?"

"No, but that-hngh-that doesn't mean they can't come here," Kurt tries to argue, but he's tangling his fingers in Sebastian's hair to keep him where he is, so he's not exactly making a point.

"I can stop," Sebastian says, starting to move away, but Kurt grips his head to force him down again, and thrusts his hips up against Sebastian's.

"I didn't say that." He's not sure he'll ever be saying that. They've only been going at it for a couple of weeks, but it's way better than Kurt ever would've expected. It's addicting, all of it, from Sebastian's moans and gasps in Kurt's ear to his mouth around Kurt's cock-he can't get enough, they can't get enough, and they haven't even gone all the way yet. He feels Sebastian's fingers on the waistband of his pants and relaxes his grip on Sebastian's head, to give him a chance to actually see what he's doing. Sebastian immediately takes the opportunity to sit up and back down until he's straddling Kurt's legs, his eyes fixed on where he's unbuttoning Kurt's pants.

"I could charge people who happen to come by," Sebastian says, pulling Kurt's pants down a little and rubbing his thumbs over Kurt's hip bones. "And they would gladly pay to see you naked."

Kurt feels himself blush at the compliment, and puts his arm over his face so he doesn't have to look Sebastian in the eye and see the honesty behind it.

"Not that I would let them," Sebastian continues. "I don't actually want people watching us." He pats Kurt's hip to get him to lift his ass and then pulls down the pants. Not much, just enough to give him easy access, making it easier to put his mouth on Kurt's cock through the underwear.

"Fucking hell," Kurt hisses, arm flying off his face to come down and tangle his fingers in Sebastian's hair again.

"This really turns you on," Sebastian murmurs, amused, sucking the tip and making Kurt groan.

"Yeah, or it could have something to do with the fact that I have a really hot guy between my legs with his mouth on my-" Kurt breaks off, because despite all, he can't bring himself to say it.

"On your cock," Sebastian finishes for him, still really amused.

"Just get on with it, we don't actually have all the time in the world."

In lieu of a reply, Sebastian just yanks down Kurt's briefs and licks up his cock, effectively shutting him up. Kurt throws his head back on the blanket, and it really hits him that Sebastian's blowing him outside. It's a deserted house, sure, but technically anyone could walk in on them. He feels his cock jerk in the wet heat of Sebastian's mouth. Sebastian wasn't wrong, this is a turn-on for Kurt.

"Come on," he urges, tugging on Sebastian's hair. "Please, just-"

Sebastian hums something, the vibrations amplifying around Kurt's sensitive skin and holy- He just wants to come, needs to come, he wants to blow Sebastian back, wants him to experience this thrill, too. "Sebastian, please, come on-" He both sees and feels Sebastian smile around him and how does every little thing turn Kurt on?

"Are you close?" Sebastian asks, pulling away and grasping Kurt's cock to jerk him off.

"Yes, jesus, just-"

"You're gonna come? Right here? Outside, where anyone can walk in on us." His voice is low and raspy and-surprise-arousing. The talking and the implications really do it for Kurt, too, and he comes hard, gasping and arching up into Sebastian's grip, his cock twitching and spurting between Sebastian's fingers. "Yeah, babe, come on," Sebastian urges, milking the last out of him and sitting back on his heels when Kurt slumps down, panting.

"C'me here," Kurt says, making grabby hands while he's still trying to catch his breath. Sebastian leans over him to kiss him, but he's already unbuttoning his own pants.

"You are so fucking hot," he murmurs against Kurt's lips, and Kurt can feel the jerky movements of Sebastian's hand on his own cock, and Kurt wants to help; wants to grab him and crawl down and suck him off, but his limbs feel like led and it's all he can to to lie there and kiss Sebastian back.

"Don't you dare come on my shirt," he whispers when he realizes that's an actual risk, and Sebastian comes, laughing against Kurt's lips, his come splattering on Kurt's stomach, but manages to avoid his shirt.

"I didn't," he breathes out triumphantly when he's done coming, capturing Kurt in another kiss.

"Good for you," Kurt says, finally finding enough energy to reach up and slide his arms around Sebastian's neck. It doesn't last long, though, Sebastian pulling back almost immediately to sit up and look down at his hand with a wince.

"I'm messy."

Kurt glances down between them. "Yeah, me too." Sebastian looks at Kurt and then at the lake, and then he lights up. He wipes his hand on the grass beside the blanket and pulls off his shirt, then stands up to drag his underwear and his shorts down the rest of the way in one go.

"Come on," he says, backing away from Kurt and towards the lake, completely naked in the afternoon sun.

"What?!" Kurt squeaks, sitting up to stare at him. "Sebastian, what are you doing?"

"Cleaning up." He's still backing towards the dock, glancing behind him every few steps so he doesn't trip and stumble. "You should, too."

"I don't have my swim shorts!"

Sebastian stops then and gives him a really unimpressed look. "Do I look like I want you to wear swim shorts?"

"But-" Kurt stops when he realizes that all of his arguments against skinny dipping falls short when he just received a blowjob outside. If he goes into the lake, he will at least be covered by water if anyone should show up. "If anyone shows up, I'm gonna kill you!" he shouts at Sebastian, even as he sits up and pulls off his shirt, then drags off his pants.

"Looking forward to it!" Sebastian calls back, turning around to walk face first onto the dock.

Kurt feels uncomfortably exposed where he's standing completely naked with drying come on his stomach, so he walks fast down the grass to the dock. Sebastian jumps in the water without waiting for him, and he submerges just when Kurt reaches the end of the dock.

"Hi, gorgeous," Sebastian says, smiling brightly up at Kurt. "You wanna join me?"

"Is it cold?" Kurt has his arms crossed over his chest in a really vain attempt to cover up himself a little. He should just get the fuck into the water already.

"Not worse than the other day," Sebastian replies, treading water and not at all hiding how much he appreciates his view. Kurt takes a deep breath and jumps in, and nearly chokes on water with the shock of how freezing it is.

"You liar!" he splutters when he gets his head over water again. He glares at Sebastian, who's still just grinning back at him. "It's freezing, you liar."

"If I'd told you the truth, you wouldn't have gotten in," Sebastian says, taking a few strokes to get over to Kurt. "And then I wouldn't have been able to do this." He leans in and kisses Kurt. It's soft and wet and a little awkward given their lack of grounding, but it's still kissing, it's still nice. They can't press their bodies against each other since they need to keep their legs moving, but just knowing that Sebastian is completely naked only a couple of inches away is thrilling all on its own and makes Kurt's cock twitch between his legs.

"True," Kurt agrees when they break apart. "But how do you plan on proceeding from here? We don't have any towels."

"Uh...You can-"

"Oh, don't worry about me, I'll take the blanket," Kurt interrupts with a sweet smile. "Worry about yourself." He swims over to the ladder before Sebastian can react and intercept, and climbs up with all the grace he can muster.

"Hey!" Sebastian calls after him, swimming towards the ladder. Kurt is already rushing up the dock and over the grass, yanking up the blanket and wrapping it around himself. It's not exactly sanitary, but it could be worse, and at least it's cotton, not fleece. Sebastian comes up beside Kurt and glares at him.

"You could share," he mutters. Kurt eyes him appreciatively. Sebastian has his arms crossed over his chest and he's shivering from the cool air on his wet skin. He's still naked, and it's still a pretty sight, but Kurt finally takes pity on him.

"Come here," he sighs, lifting up one end of the blanket and exposing himself completely. Sebastian hurries to get close to him, basically wraps his naked limbs around Kurt and buries his face in Kurt's neck when he wraps the blanket around the both of them. "If you get hard now it will completely defeat the purpose of why we got naked and wet," Kurt warns when he feels Sebastian try to press himself even closer.

"But I like you naked and wet. It's one of my favorite yous," Sebastian says, pressing a soft kiss to Kurt's lips.

"I'm not going in the water again." Kurt can't deny that having a naked Sebastian pressed against his own equally naked body is thrilling, and any other time he would be up for a repeat performance, but right now he's honestly too cold to get hard. They stand like that for another few minutes, more to be close than to actually get dry and warm, until Sebastian braces himself and grabs his clothes, hurries to put them on, and then helps Kurt with his.

"We should do this again," Sebastian says later when they're sitting on the porch steps, wrapped in new blankets and with bowls of pasta in their laps.

"Yes," Kurt says immediately, then, "wait, which part?"

Sebastian laughs and kisses his shoulder. "All of it. Well, maybe plan the swimming part a little better, but I really enjoyed it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Kurt rolls his eyes but smiles as he turns back to his food. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over them and their surroundings, and Kurt can't recall ever being this happy. He should ask about what's going to happen in September. He should, but he doesn't want to, doesn't want to ruin the moment, doesn't want to ruin this thing they have. Sebastian wants them to be together and Kurt wants that, too, but he has no idea where Sebastian is going this fall, or what he's doing. He barely even knows what he'll do himself. They should talk about it, so they can make plans.

Kurt just can't bring himself to do it.

xoxoxoxox

Sebastian seems to be having similar thoughts, though. Over the next few days, Kurt catches him trying to say something but cutting himself off several times, and when Kurt tries to ask questions, Sebastian just tells him to drop it.

Then there's another barbeque, a smaller one this time, and everything just kind of comes to an end. There are few enough people that they're all gathered around the big garden table, and there's a lull in the conversation between Kurt and Sebastian just as one of the neighbours turns to Mrs Smythe and asks, "so, when are you leaving?"

"Next Monday," she replies, and Sebastian's head shoots up.

"What? Next Monday? But you said-"

She waves him off. "Yes, I know, but I rearranged some things so we could leave earlier."

"Where are you going?" Kurt asks, confused by Sebastian's apparent distress at these news.

"Oh, didn't Sebastian tell you?" Mrs Smythe asks, her expression a perfect display of faked surprise.

"Mom-," Sebastian tries, but she ignores him.

"We're moving to France. Sebastian got into Estienne. He really didn't tell you?" Her perfectly manicured eyebrows are too high up in her perfectly maintained hair. Kurt knows she doesn't like him, but this is-this is low. He has to physically shake himself to stop staring at her, and he can't even look at her. The rest of the table is dead silent.

"Excuse me," Kurt says, scooting away from the table and dropping his napkin on his plate. "I have to-" He walks away without finishing the sentence, ignoring the way Sebastian calls after him.

He walks through the house and out on the front porch, slumping down on the stairs. He wants to go away, wants to drive home, but he doesn't know the neighborhood and he doesn't trust himself in a car right now.

Sebastian is moving to France. Sebastian is moving to France and he hasn't said anything about it during the three months they've spent together. Three months is basically nothing, Kurt knows that, but he honestly thought they had something. Apparently not.

He hears when Sebastian comes after him, his hurried steps across the floor and then the creaking of the floorboards on the porch.

"Kurt, I-"

"Don't," Kurt cuts him off. He can't listen to Sebastian right now, he just can't. "Don't talk."

Sebastian sits down beside him, hesitantly, and Kurt whips his head around to glare at him. "You're moving to France. To France, and you didn't think to tell me? Am I actually worth nothing to you?" Kurt wants to scream, but he knows his voice will carry through and around the house to the back, so he's doing his best to keep it at a low hiss. "All those-plans, everything, was it all just a lie?" His gaze is aimed at Sebastian, but he can't look him in the eye, can't see whatever it is Sebastian is feeling, because no matter what, it's nowhere near the betrayal and hurt Kurt is feeling. Years of trying to keep it together during bullying at school is the only thing that's keeping him from crying right now.

"What were you gonna do? Just leave and not tell me? Just-dump me like a stray summer cat? Am I just your cheap summer fling?" Damn it, he's choking up. He turns his gaze back to the ground and puts his hands over his face, pressing his palms into his eyes to stop the tears.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't let him see how much this affects you, don't-it's a lost battle before it's even started. "I've never done this before," Kurt says, his voice thick. "I've never kissed a guy, I've never-gone further. With anyone. You knew that. You knew that and you still-," he breaks off in a sob. He can feel Sebastian's distress next to him, but he really doesn't care.

He doesn't regret doing everything with Sebastian. The moments have been perfect, and if he got to do it again he totally would, but it still hurts more than he ever could have imagined to be reduced to...this.

"Kurt, come on," Sebastian tries. "You know it wasn't-"

"Do I? Do I know that? I didn't know you're moving to another continent, and that's a pretty big deal in a relationship. How can you expect me to believe anything else you've said?"

"I'm sorry. I thought-we weren't supposed to go for another month, I thought I'd have time to tell you."

"I'm guessing you didn't find out about this yesterday," Kurt spits out. He still can't look Sebastian in the eye.

"No, but-Kurt, you made me promise not to talk about college, at all. What was I supposed to do?"

"What the-are you actually stupid?!" Kurt threads his fingers through his hair and tugs, trying to focus on anything else than the rage bubbling up inside of him. "I complain about not getting into my dream school and you just assume that I don't want to know you're leaving at the end of the summer?"

"But-"

"YES! Yes, I understand that you wouldn't have stayed here anyway, but it's a pretty big difference between cross-country and transatlantic! Time difference, for one! Also, the fact that your mother hates me! Even if you for some reason would've wanted me to come visit you-which you obviously don't since you didn't even tell me-I wouldn't have been able to stay with you."

"She doesn't-," Sebastian tries to protest, but Kurt shoots up to his feet and points through the house.

"She knew you hadn't told me," he hisses. "She probably knew you wouldn't tell me, and she said it just because she knew it would make me upset and mad with you. This is the exact reaction she was going for. I'm guessing she'll sleep really well tonight." He steps down to the ground. "I hope you do, too, when you don't have to worry about seeing me anymore." Then he turns around and walks down the walkway, head held high and ignoring Sebastian's calls after him. His bag is upstairs but he doesn't care, his keys and his phone are in his pockets and his wallet is still in his car; he can't bring himself to care about a few pieces of clothing right now.

He texts his dad that he's coming home, and then he sits in the car for a few minutes until he trusts himself to drive. When he turns the key, the music starts blaring, and he can't shut it off fast enough. It's one of Sebastian's mix CDs, and Kurt is pretty sure the glare he sends the stereo would've made any human run for their life.

The drive home feels insanely long and not long enough at the same time. He just wants to get home and go to bed and sleep and try to forget about this, try to forget about this summer, try to forget what a fucking failure he is at life. At the same time, though, when he gets home, it will actually be over.

There's a flickering light in the living room when he gets home, meaning his dad is still up. Kurt kills the engine and takes a few deep breaths before getting out.

"Hey," he says when he closes the front door. His dad is leaning back over the edge of the couch.

"Hey. Are you all right? I thought you were staying over at Sebastian's?"

Kurt sighs. "Yeah. So did I. Apparently he's moving to France."

Burt sits up straight at that to look at Kurt properly. "He's what?"

Kurt looks at the TV behind his dad where a rerun of CSI is muted. "He's moving to France. Next Monday. He hasn't told me. So I'm just-" he nods towards the stairs. "Can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"Okay," his dad says, but he doesn't sound like he means it. "It'll be okay, Kurt."

Kurt gives him a weak attempt of a smile. "I hope so."