Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Please don't sue. I only get a $20 dollar allowance.

A/N: So this is the fourth installment in my universe including Skinned Knees And Sugar Cookies, Broken Arms, Daffodils, And Strawberry Kisses, and Worn Teddy Bears And Love Poems. I really need to find a name for this verse so ideas would be greatly appreciated! Thanks for all the amazing reviews, you're all amazing! Hope I don't disappoint. :)

Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson had been boyfriends for almost six months, and judging from the way Blaine's heart felt when he was around Kurt, they weren't going to break up anytime soon. Blaine thought they might even get married some day and fight over the newspaper like he saw his parents do.

School had been let out for the summer a week ago, and so far Kurt and Blaine hadn't spent a minute apart. Kurt didn't like the heat because he hated getting sweaty and gross, so they usually stayed inside and ate popsicles or made ice cream sundaes. One time, Blaine had squeezed a dollop of whipped cream on Kurt's nose.

"There," Blaine said, giggling wildly. "Now you're an ice cream sundae."

Kurt had shrieked wildly and squired chocolate sauce all over Blaine's face. When Burt came into the room a few minutes later, both boys and the entirety of the kitchen were covered in whipped cream, chocolate sauce, sprinkles, and ice cream. Blaine even had a cherry stuck in his curly hair.

The anger bubbling in his throat was quickly squelched when Kurt scooped some ice cream off his cheek and held it out.

"Want some ice cream daddy?"

It was a few minutes before Burt could stop laughing.

They first ventured out to the swimming pool about two weeks into summer. Blaine's mom packed a lunch and loaded both boys into her car, driving down to the community pool.

Blaine ecstatically jumped into the water immediately, ignoring his mother's calls of "Sunscreen!" Kurt hesitantly dipped his toe in, jumping back when he felt how cold it was.

"Come on!" Blaine yelled, splashing water at Kurt who shrieked and jumped out of the way. "Get in the water Kurt!"
"I don't want to get my hair wet," he sniffed, pushing back a strand of hair. Blaine smiled at the adorable habit.

"Here," Blaine said, getting out of the water and holding his hand out. Kurt took it without hesitation. "We'll jump in together, okay?"

Kurt nodded, deciding that if Blaine was holding his hand, he would likely follow him anywhere. They stayed in the water for the rest of the day, and Kurt had a really bad sunburn when he got home, but he didn't care.

The park was a favorite hangout for Kurt and Blaine. It was a walking distance from their houses so they'd trot down at least once a week, hand in hand. Blaine would bring his football and Kurt would humor him by tossing it back and forth. Blaine didn't even get mad when Kurt dropped it or hit him with his clumsy throws.

"Let's swing," Kurt suggested one day after he hit Blaine in the face with a particularly bad throw. "I don't want you to die before you reach the fourth grade."

Blaine nodded in agreement. His cheek was still throbbing.

"Push me!" Kurt squealed as soon as they reached the swing set and he hopped into one. "Push me, push me, push me!"

Blaine happily complied, stepping behind the boy and gently beginning to push him. Kurt pumped his legs as he began to soar higher; felt the warm air rushing past his face and Blaine's gentle hands on his back. He was only nine years old, but he was positive he found true happiness in that moment.

One day Kurt was sitting in his living room with a fan blowing on him, watching a show called America's Next Top Model. He was considering getting up and imitating the models strutting across the runway when his doorbell rang. He hopped up immediately and when he answered it Blaine was standing on his porch, holding up a bag with a happy grin.

"Wanna have a water balloon fight?"

The hard part was actually filling up the water balloons. Both boys struggled to stretch the balloons over the spout of the sink in Kurt's bathroom, but when they finally succeeded they turned on the water full blast and the balloon popped, sending water splashing on both boys and throughout the room. Both boys turned to each other burst into giggles.

Finally, an hour later, they had the bathroom cleaned up and the colorful balloons filled up with water. They stood on opposite sides of Kurt's driveway, balancing two balloons each with the pile in the middle of the driveway. They were both giggling wildly.

"Okay," Blaine said. "On the count of three. 1... 2... 3!"

Both boys took off, throwing their water balloons at each other. One of Blaine's hit Kurt square in the chest, and the other landed on the driveway, splitting open and water seeping out of it. Both or Kurt's missed and landed somewhere in the grass.

They went on like this until all the balloons were gone. Blaine had deliberately jumped in front of a few of Kurt's balloons, feeling bad that he was getting his boyfriend soaked and Kurt wasn't getting wet at all.

"You have a piece of balloon in your hair," Kurt said when they were lying on the grass catching their breath. He reached over and got it out, running his fingers through Blaine's curly hair at the same time.

"I like your hair," he said, giggling and blushing. "I'm pretty sure I could fit a whole barbie in there."

"I like your hair, too," Blaine said, reaching up to brush a wet strand off of Kurt's forehead. "It's really soft and... Uncurly."

"But I like curls!" Kurt exclaimed, stretching out one of Blaine's curls and letting it spring back. "Boing!"

"Don't!" Blaine shrieked, digging his fingers into Kurt's sides and tickling him.

Burt watched from the window with a fond smile on his face. Losing Kurt's mom had been hard on both of them, but whenever Kurt was with Blaine, he saw all pain vanish from his young face. He tried to suppress the nagging thought in the back of his head that kept saying over and over again 'They're in love, they're in love.' It was ridiculous, really; to think that his nine year old son was in love with his childhood crush. But he recognized something in Kurt's blue eyes; he recognized something in Blaine's wide smile.

They were too young to feel it, but they did. They were too young to understand it, but it was there.

One night, while Kurt was lying in bed, an idea began formulating in his small mind. He got up early the next morning and got dressed before heading downstairs to the kitchen. By the time Burt got up Kurt had made two sandwiches, shoved some pretzels into a plastic bag, and filled up two water bottles with ice water. He was searching in the fridge for the container of strawberries when Burt asked, "Whatcha doin' bud?"

"Oh, hi daddy," Kurt said, his voiced muffled from inside the fridge. "I was thinking last night, and remember when me and you and mommy when on that vacation to the beach and mommy packed a basket full of food and we ate it on the beach?"

Burt smiled fondly, recalling the day.

"Yeah, well, I decided that I wanted to take Blaine on a picnic to the park, so I got up real early and made all the food, but now I can't find the strawberries and I need to because Blaine really likes strawberries."

Burt moved his son aside and found the container of strawberries immediately and handed them to his son.
"Thanks daddy!" Kurt said with a grin, turning around the wash the strawberries in the sink.

Burt smiled and went to find a blanket in the hall closet.

When Blaine answered the door a little before noon and saw the picnic basket and blanket, he eagerly put on his shoes, took the basket from Kurt, and held his hand all the way to the park. There, they set up the blanket under a tree and started eating their lunch.

"I was thinkin' bout somefin the other day," Blaine said around a mouthful of turkey and cheese.

"Blaine, don't talk with your mouth full," Kurt said with a scowl.

Blaine obediently swallowed before talking again. "I was thinking. My daddy and mommy call each other names all the time. Why don't we do that?"

"Mean names?" Kurt asked with wide eyes.

"I don't think so," Blaine said seriously. "Like, my dad called my mom baby the other day, which is kinda weird because well, she doesn't look like a baby. And my mom likes to call my dad honey, kinda like the stuff you put on sandwiches I think? And they always look really happy when they call each other that stuff so I was wondering why we don't do it?"

Kurt thought seriously about this for a moment. "I dunno. What would you want me to call you?"

Blaine shrugged. "I dunno. What would you want to call me?"

"My daddy used to call my mommy sugar all the time?" Kurt said with a shrug. "She seemed to really like it. And you like ice cream and popsicles and stuff like that so I think that would probably work."

"Okay!" Blaine said with a smile. "Now we need to figure out something I can call you."

Blaine sat with his elbow resting on his knee and his chin resting in his hand, staring at Kurt thoughtfully. Kurt was just beginning to feel uncomfortable when Blaine snapped his fingers.

"I got it! I've heard my dad call my mom sweetie a few times and your skin reminds me of vanilla ice cream so how about sweetie?"

"Okay," Kurt said, nodding happily before taking a bite of his sandwich.

That night, they were extremely confused when they told their parents about their new nicknames and they burst into hysterical laughter.

Summer was coming to a close. School would start again and Kurt and Blaine wouldn't be able to spend every second of every day together anymore. They were sitting in Blaine's room playing with his Power Ranger action figures (well, Blaine was... Kurt was examining his fingernails) when Blaine said, "We need to do something big for the end of summer."

Kurt looked up. "Like what?"

"Well I asked my daddy the other day if we could go camping, but he said no," Blaine explained. "I thought it would be fun if we could do that together and I was really sad so he said that we could set up the tent in my backyard and go camping out there, if it's okay with your daddy."
"I've never been camping before," Kurt said with wide eyes. "What do you do?"

"It's so fun!" Blaine exclaimed, throwing his action figures aside. "We stay up really late and eat marshmallows and tell scary stories. And we get to sleep in sleeping bags on the ground!"

"Wow," Kurt said with wide eyes.

"I know," Blaine said with a nod.

Later that day, Kurt showed up at Blaine's house with an overnight bag and his sleeping bag. Blaine and his daddy were setting up the tent in Blaine's backyard. Well, Blaine's daddy was setting up the tent; Blaine was trying to balance one of the poles on his head.

"Now we have some rules, boys," Blaine's dad said once the tent was all set up. "You can't be loud. We don't want any of the calls in the middle of the night from the neighbors complaining about the noise. And," Blaine's dad got a little red at this. "We don't want you boys doing anything more... Extreme than holding hands, got it?"

Kurt and Blaine both nodded, wondering why it was such a big deal if they hugged.

A few hours later found Kurt and Blaine both in their pajamas sitting on their respective sleeping bags, a package of marshmallows open between them.

"Are you ready for scary stories?" Blaine asked, holding up the flashlight to his face and making a scary face. It was more funny than scary but Kurt held back his giggles so he wouldn't hurt his feelings.

"There once was a man," Blaine started in a spooky voice. "He was sitting on a bus stop in the middle of the night when a black car pulled up next to him. The window rolled down and an old man with gross, stringy white hair leaned out and smiled at him. He only had three teeth, and they were all rotting and green."

Kurt shivered and pulled his blanket tighter around him.

"He said to the man, 'Excuse me sir, but could I offer you a ride?' 'No thanks,' the man answered. 'I'm waiting for the bus.' 'Oh but haven't you heard?' the old man asked. 'They cancelled the buses for the night; there won't be another one until morning.'"

Blaine leaned forward and lowered his voice at this. "The man really needed to get home so he climbed into the car with the old man. And do you know what happened to that man, Kurt?"

"No," Kurt whispered, shaking his head viciously back and forth. His hands were trembling and his palms were sweating a little.

"No one. Ever. Saw him. Again."

At this, Blaine clicked off the flashlight and they were submerged in darkness. Kurt shrieked and launched himself forward, landing squarely in Blaine's lap. He wrapped his arms around the boy and buried his face in his neck.

"Kurt," Blaine said with a laugh, flicking on the flashlight. "Hey, calm down, it's okay. It's just a story."

"The man is gonna come here!" Kurt yelped, lifting his head from Blaine's neck. "The man is gonna come here and he's gonna take me and I'll never see you or my daddy or Mercedes or anyone ever ever ever again!"
"Kurt," Blaine said seriously, beginning to feel a little guilty for scaring the boy so bad. "Sweetie. I'm sorry. It's just a story. And trust me, the old man isn't gonna come take you because you're with me. As long as you're with me, I won't ever ever let anything bad happen to you."

"Promise?" Kurt asked, looking up at Blaine with trusting, blue eyes.

Blaine nodded. "I promise."

They went to sleep that night in their own sleeping bags, but Blaine woke up later that night to Kurt climbing into his, trembling and scared, mumbling something about the old man with green teeth. Blaine just held his boyfriend's hand until he fell asleep.

School started up again. Kurt and Blaine were in different classes again, but they still saw each other after school and on Saturdays. The routine question, "How was your summer?" was asked, and Kurt and Blaine both answered the same.

"It was the best summer of my life."