-So, I've been working on this idea for awhile now and I hope that you guys have as much fun reading it as I do writing it. Rawra, we did it again!-

A Very Gleeful Road Trip


The First Annual New Directions Pool Party Spectacular

"You're serious?" Burt said, looking between his sons. "A road trip? With all you kids and no adults?"

"Dad," Kurt began calmly. "Rachel, Puckerman, Laurena and Quinn are eighteen. Blaine, Sam, Mercedes, Artie, Santana and I will be eighteen in a few months."

"Me too, but not 'til Christmas," Finn added.

"I think," Kurt continued, "we've proven to be decent children and I think you can trust us enough to let us do this."

Burt stared at them a moment, glancing at Carole, who held up her hands. "I trust them," she said. "But this is your baby. I handled the last sleepover, remember?" The father sighed, hanging his head, lips pursed. He looked up, his attention on Finn.

"Is Rachel going?" He asked. Finn, looked at the floor nervously, nodding slowly. He looked at Kurt. "Is Blaine going?" Another nod. Burt sighed, looking at them again.

"Carole, can I talk to them alone for a minute?" He asked. She nodded, giving them a reassuring thumbs up before she scurried out of the kitchen. "Alright, boys. Now, be honest with me," he warned. "Is this just an excuse for you to be, uh…" he searched for the words. "Intimate with the people you're dating?" Kurt flinched as if he'd been slapped.


"It's just a question, Kurt."

"No!" He exclaimed. "Absolutely not. Blaine wanted to go to spend time with me, and everyone else wanted him to go because they like being around him. I, that, that was not," he was getting pinker by the second. "Honestly, I hadn't even thought of…"

"Okay," Burt chuckled, stopping his son's stammering. "Finn?"

The overly tall boy scoffed and shook his head. "Honestly?" He said. Burt nodded. "Rachel won't let that happen. I mean, I'm lucky if I get to kiss her on the lips, let alone…"

The older man sighed, thinking for a moment. "Alright. But I want a phone call every night and every morning to make sure you're alright, okay?" They nodded. Burt looked at them steadily. "I'm gonna trust you boys to be responsible about this. Don't give me a reason not to," he said softly. They nodded. "Alright, now, which cars are you taking, do you need…"

"We got the okay," Kurt said into the phone.

"Yeah, me too. My mom said it was alright, considering I'm single and there's no risk for anything crazy," Mercedes said. Kurt rolled his eyes. "I talked to Artie and Tike, and they're all clear too."

"What about Sam?" He asked. She sighed.

"He doesn't think he's gonna be able to go. He doesn't have the money to go and there's no one to watch his little brother and sister."

"I talked to my parents this morning and Carole was more than happy to watch them if it was needed. She loves kids," Kurt offered. "And we have more than enough cash between all of us for him to go without paying a dime. Tell him it's no big deal."

"You tell him," she snapped. "You know him better than I do." Kurt sighed, agitated.

"Fine, fine. But after this, is everyone going?" He asked.

"Yep. We're kickin' it off with a pool party at Lauren's tomorrow night. We're sleepin' there and leaving there in the morning."

Kurt grinned from ear-to-ear. He was spending the rest of his summer with the most beautiful boy in the whole wide world. One he loved (and missed) very much. "This is going to be so much fun."

"Hell to the yes it is," she chuckled.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow," he said.


Kurt sighed and scrolled through his contacts, finding Sam's name.

"Hello?" Sam answered after a few rings.

"Why aren't you going?"

He heard the false-blonde sigh. "Stevie and Stacey don't have anyone to watch them during the day."

"I asked Carole, and she said she'd be happy to watch them if you guys needed her to. She'd even come and get them."

"Okay, but…but I don't have the money for this."

"Well, luckily for you, Blaine is paying for over half this trip. No one's really paying all that much. In fact, we have way more money put in than we need and all we'd need from you is a dollar."

Sam was silent for a moment. "A dollar?" He repeated.

"Yes, Sam, just one dollar."

Sam was quiet again. Kurt knew he was thinking this over, his lips folded, embarrassed. "Sam, we really want you to go. We don't want you to miss out on all of this."

"Alright, alright. I'll go."

Kurt smiled. "Okay, pool party at Lauren's tomorrow night to get it all started."

"I'll be there."

"Good. I'll see you then."

"Hey, Kurt?"


"Thank you."

Kurt set his large suitcase in the back of his SUV, fanny pack at his hip, another small bag slung over his shoulder.

"Did you pack your whole room?" Finn asked, setting his backpack in the bed of his truck. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"No. Just the essentials. I need options for my attire based on my mood, Finn. I can't just throw on a different color flannel everyday," he retorted. Finn chuckled, getting inside.

"I gotta go get Rachel," he said.

"Yeah, I'm picking up Blaine," Kurt called.

"I'll see you at Lauren's in a bit, then."

Kurt climbed into his own car, trying to stifle the butterflies fluttering hard in his stomach, swelling as he drove closer and closer to Blaine's house.

He thought his heart would burst when he pulled in front of his house, seeing his dapper boyfriend standing and waiting patiently at his porch.

However, his dapper boyfriend didn't look so dapper at the moment. His curls were free around his head, a light dusting of stubble on his chin, white v-neck in place, black swim trunks stopping above his knees. Kurt gawked, swallowing hard. "Wow…" He breathed, then realized he should probably get out of the car.

Blaine wheeled his suitcase down the sidewalk, a backpack on his shoulders, aviators gleaming over his eyes. He beamed when Kurt approached him, setting his luggage down to catch Kurt in his arms. Kurt wrapped his legs around his waist, giggling as Blaine spun him around. A week away from him was too much, far too much…

Blaine continued grinning after they'd stopped, placing a firm, deep kiss on Kurt's silky lips. "I missed you," he said softly. Kurt's shy smile stayed, his fingers absently playing with the freed curls.

"I missed you more," he said. Blaine kissed him again, loving the feel of his cheeks getting hot against his.

"I think we should get going, darling," he said breathlessly. Kurt nodded, still gasping as Blaine gently set him down.

Blaine set his bag beside Kurt's, smiling endearingly as he glanced at the fanny-pack Kurt was wearing. He pecked his cheek. "You're so cute."

Kurt blushed again. "Thank you."

He took his hand, using his other hand to caress his cheek. "This summer's gonna be amazing," he said softly. "I'm so glad that Six Flags thing is over, too."

Kurt giggled. "What? You looked good in a cowboy hat. Though the chaps were totally tasteless."

"Alright, losers, listen up," Lauren began, standing in front of the pool, hand on her hip." She pointed at the back door. "That's my house, don't trash it. This is my pool, don't wreck it. That's my Jacuzzi, and unless you have a stupid haircut with the last name of Puckerman or myself, you're not allowed in without my permission. Food's over there. My dad's grilling and the burgers'll be done in a bit. If you wanna go to bed we'll be sleeping in the downstairs living room right inside the back door. Well, the boys will. Girls'll be up in my room. Any questions?"

Sam raised his hand. "Um, where's the bathroom?"

"Inside, up the stairs, first door on your left, trouty mouth," she said. Sam bolted. "Anything else?" No one spoke.

"Then let the First Annual New Directions Pool Party Spectacular begin." She flipped a switch, turning on the outside lights and the fire pit on the other side of the lawn on.

No one moved for a moment. Suddenly, Puck ran and jumped in the pool, yelling, "PARTAAYYYYYYYY!"

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