AN: A furture Furt drabble. Hope you enjoy. Inspired by lyrics from "Summer Of '69" by Bryon Adams
"Once again Kurt, you've managed to put together the perfect celebration," I told him, perched next to him on the railing of the back porch of our parents' house.
The back yard is full of family and friends enjoying the cookout that Kurt had organized. Decorations, in the same colors used for our parent's wedding, brightened the scene and went perfectly with the leaves that were changing colors. A huge banner strung between two trees announced the reason for the celebration - Happy 10th Anniversary.
"I'm just glad the weather cooperated," Kurt replied modestly. "Remember our first family cookout in this yard."
"How could I forget," I responded, the memmories coming back. It had been the first day of summer vacation after Kurt and mine's junior year. The first summer that our two families were officially one. "I think everything that could go wrong did. The neighbors even called the fire department."
Kurt laughed, "I remember," he said.
The fire department had gotten called due to smoke - some from the burning hamburgers and some from the small grass fire we had from a piece of charcoal that had gotten knocked out of the grill. Kurt had doused the fire with water quickly but there had been a lot of smoke. That hadn't been the only disaster that day either. Mom had dropped the macaroni salad taking it out of the refrigerator. Kurt had cut his finger cutting the tomatoes for another batch of macaroni salad that he and mom put together. I had spilled a two liter bottle of soda all over the picnic table. Then Kurt had slipped coming down the back porch steps with the strawberry shortcake he had made for desert, wearing it and spraining his ankle. Desert had ended being ice cream at Bruster's on the way home from the medical aid unit to have them check out Kurt's ankle.
"You know, that summer may have gotten off to a bad start but it was the best summer I can remember. We had some fun times as a family that summer and you and I really got to know each other."
"Yeah, even despite you complaining about spending two weeks stuck in the woods with Liberace."
I cringed recalling the words. "It wasn't so much as being there with you as it was that I didn't want to be away from Rachel for two weeks, especially as cell phone reception is so spotty up at the cabin."
The two of us were silent for awhile. "We should do it again sometime, go up to the cabin as a family. All of us - our parents, you, Blaine, Rachel, Elizabeth, and me."
Kurt nodded with a thoughtful expression. If anyone could pull off a family vacation I knew Kurt could.