The song they're humming at the beginning is Sun of a Gun by Oh Land.
I know I know I haven't posted in so long! I'm so sorry. Next update will be Sunday, probably. I have this huge test I'm fretting over.
Hearing
The wind is blowing softly, keeping the heat at bay as it sweeps through the greenery. Blaine lays his head down on Kurt's thigh.
"Birds sing, for you," Kurt hums, stroking Blaine's face.
"But you can make the blue sky blush," Blaine smiles without opening his eyes. The wind keeps whooshing through the woods and raising goosebumps on the bare skin of his calves.
Kurt leans down and kisses his nose with a soft sound, making his stomach flutter. "Do you think you're gonna miss it here?"
"Here in Ohio or here in the forest?" asks Blaine, and keeps humming the tune of the song.
Kurt's giggle carries away on the breeze. "This is so not a forest. And both, now that you mention that."
The fabric of Kurt's pants rustles under Blaine's ear when he readjusts his position. "This forest, sure. But we'll have Central Park in New York. We'll just have to go and explore and find new places, together."
Kurt makes an approving noise, finding one of Blaine's curls that escaped from its gel prison and twisting it with his fingers.
"I don't know if I'll miss Ohio. I'll miss my parents. I'll miss our friends. But Ohio as a whole… I don't think so, but maybe. Who knows," Blaine says with a shrug. "At least I know I won't be alone."
"Yeah. It feels safe, going there with you."
A thunder cracks in the distance, and Blaine sighs at the inconsistent weather that this time of the year brings. Kurt sits up.
"Come on, let's go."
No matter what happens, Blaine thinks as they run back to the car before the rain starts pouring, he has Kurt, and Kurt has him, and that's all that matters.