Chapter 56: Goodbye Boston

Amid sticky hugs, and noisy kisses, Kurt said goodbye to his campers. "Bye, Kurt!" He smiled as the last little one walked off holding her mother's hand.

"Thank you, all of you for a fantastic summer, for some great memories and for not strangling any of the parents." The counselors shared a laugh as the Camp Director paused in his goodbye speech. "If any of you are willing to do this all over again next year, you've got my email address."

"Kurt!" Stan's mop of blond hair fell into his eyes as he took out his phone, and handed it to Kurt. "Digits, dude. I'm going to be at NYU. It would be nice to see a face I actually know."

"Awesome!" Kurt grinned as he passed Stan his own phone. "I'm moving in with a friend from back home, Rachel. Except for her, I don't know anyone either."

Stan looked up, his fingers posed over the keys on Kurt's phone. "Hot?"

Kurt laughed. "Come find us in Flatbush. You can find out for yourself."

"You guys coming back next year?" Angela bounced between the boys, as they exchanged phones.

"Not if I find something that pays real money." Stan pocketed his phone. "College isn't cheap."

Kurt slid his own phone away. "If Nigel's still here next summer, then yes."

Angela leaned against Stan's shoulder, and sighed dramatically. "Ah, young love!"

Stan shook his head. "So young and so whipped!"

"Nah, that would be me." Nigel walked up behind Kurt and slipped an arm around his waist. "Mostly he uses a paddle, though."

Kurt hip checked Nigel, as his friends laughed. "Hah! So not funny!"

"Nigel."

"Hey, Nigel."

Stan and Angela spoke together as Nigel whispered in Kurt's ear. "But true." He smiled at Kurt's friends. "So, you guys going to miss this place?"

Stan groaned. "I have nightmares of mothers drowning me because I said their kids weren't ready for the next swim badge. So, no!"

They all laughed, and Angela did a dance turn in excitement. "No more running after little people with a tube of sunblock! Woo! Woo!"

Kurt nodded in agreement. "The worst! That stuff gets everywhere."

Stan laughed. "I saw a kid wipe it off his arm and smear it on his sandwich, like it was mustard or something."

"Ewww! Gross!" Angela swatted at Stan.

Nigel turned to Kurt. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah." Kurt hugged Angela. "I want to know how your senior year goes, don't forget."

"IMS, I got it!" Angela squeezed tight and stepped away from Kurt, smiling.

"Stan." Kurt and the blonde exchanged one arm, slap on the back versions of a hug. "See you in New York."

"Totally!"

Kurt stood by, as Nigel shook hands with the other two counselors. "Angela, have a great senior year. Stan, good luck at NYU."

Walking to Nigel's car, Kurt looked back at the building, and then glanced over at his boyfriend. "Summer's over."

Nigel tightened his grip on Kurt's hand. "Yeah."

Driving over the Congress Street Bridge, Kurt watched as Boston receded behind him. His eyes started to water, as he barely blinked, trying to memorize everything. Entering the tunnel on the way to Logan International airport, he turned to look at his boyfriend. Nigel reached over and held Kurt's hand. Neither one of them said a thing. They didn't have to.

Nigel followed the signs for long-term parking, and slotted the car into the first available space. He grabbed his over-night bag out of the backseat, and Kurt took his suitcase out of the trunk. They walked to the bank of elevators. Just as Nigel was about to push the down arrow, Kurt tugged him sideways. Nigel stumbled in surprise, and Kurt pushed him up against the exterior wall of the elevators. He took Nigel's mouth, all strength and need, desperate and driven. Nigel gave; head back, mouth molded to Kurt's, arms holding the younger man firm against him.

Kurt raised his head and stared into green eyes that mirrored his own feelings. Nigel touched Kurt's lips, and kissed his jaw. "The summer's over, yes. But we're not. And we never will be."

Kurt nodded, a half-smile tilting his lips. "I really want to fuck you right now."

Nigel's eyes lit with laughter, even as his smile said regret. "Too bad we're not the kind of men who can do that in a public garage."

Kurt rested his forehead on Nigel's. "We're not?"

"No." Nigel put his hands on either side of Kurt's head, and pushing his boyfriend's head back, he dropped a quick kiss on his lips. "But hold that thought."

It was a long flight, with a three-hour wait for their connecting flight out of Chicago. They landed at Dayton International after midnight, and leaned against each other at the car rental check-in line. Burt had wanted to pick them up, but Kurt had vetoed the idea.

"Absolutely not, Dad. Men who've had heart attacks do not go traipsing about at one o'clock in the morning."

"Kurt, I'm fine. I travelled to Washington and back every week while Congress was in session."

"Not in the middle of the night, you didn't. I'll see you Saturday morning."

Burt snorted. "Like you'll be up Saturday morning!"

Kurt laughed. "Don't worry. Nigel will drag me out of bed in time for brunch."

Nigel signed and initialed the car rental contract, and took the keys. Kurt would have preferred to drive, but according to the rental agency rules, he was too young. He smiled to himself as he followed Nigel to the car, pulling his suitcase behind him. If he couldn't drive, the least he could do was make sure his boyfriend didn't fall asleep at the wheel.

"What are you doing?" Nigel turned shocked eyes to Kurt.

Kurt grinned, his hand sliding along Nigel's thigh. "I'm making sure you stay alert." His eyes danced, even as his voice turned pedantic. "We wouldn't want to have an accident."

Nigel actually squeaked as Kurt's hand closed around him. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" He took his eyes off the road for a second to glare at his boyfriend. "Now, move your hand!"

Kurt checked the mileage indicator, and sat back in his seat. He watched the night slide past the car windows, and decided that Nigel would probably stay awake with a gentle reminder every five miles, or so.