Back to the Oak

The last beams of sunlight tickled the tops of the thick forest that lined the back edge of the park. The evening was warm, but the occasional breeze brought with it a chill that wasn't there two and a half months earlier. The screams of small children were steadily growing quieter as families left, going home to put said children to bed in preparation for the start of a new school year the next day. Soon, the only sound that would surround them would be that of late-summer crickets and wind in branches.

Some of these branches spread out high above their heads, shielding them from the darkness gathering overhead. It was quickly growing colder, so he rubbed the arm of the boy he held close, pressing his cheek into his hair. He stretched out his legs, nearly kicking the picnic basket they'd once more brought to this place. The familiar red-and-white checked blanket below them shifted.

The boy in his arms looked up with a smile. "I'm going to miss this."

Kurt grinned down at him. "Me too." He sighed. "Do we have to go back to school?"

Blaine twisted so that one of his legs wound between both of Kurt's. "Hm...I don't think so, but getting into Julliard will be tough without your entire senior year."

Kurt's head fell back against the trunk of their oak. "Stop being logical!"

Laughing, Blaine stretched up and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's exposed neck. "I think I can do that."

The two kissed languidly for a few moments, enjoying the way the pink sky faded to black and cast them into comfortable darkness. A small, annoyed part of their minds reminded them that acts of homosexuality in public places alone at night were dangerous in small-town Ohio, but the perfection of the evening pushed those concerns away. For the moment, it was just them, and to hell with the world.

"It's been a good summer, right?" Kurt asked, tipping his head down to rest against Blaine's wild curls. "We've had some troubles—car crashes and homophobia and family—but it's been good, hasn't it? A good first summer together?"

Blaine didn't respond for a while, choosing instead to thread his fingers through Kurt's and rub his thumb across the back of the older boy's hand. Eventually, his hazel eyes flickered upward, and he whispered, "Kurt, this summer has been perfect."

Kurt smiled. "I just hope this upcoming year will be the same. The last thing I want is more drama."

With a snort, Blaine replied, "Kurt. Have you met your friends?"

Shoving Blaine slightly with his hip, Kurt sighed again. He pulled Blaine in even closer as the sun sank fully below the horizon. The day was over, and in a matter of hours, they'd be walking the halls of McKinley High School again, this time as an out-and-proud couple. They were both well aware of the challenges this would bring them, but with each other they could overcome anything.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked softly, almost unheard in the rustle of leaves above. "Will you sing to me?"

Instead of replying, Kurt pressed a kiss to the top of his boyfriend's head. Then he began to sing.

"Heart beats fast,
Colors and promises.
How to be brave,
How do I stay when I'm afraid
To fall?
But watching you stand alone,
All of my doubt,
Suddenly goes away
Somehow.
One step closer.

I have died
Everyday
Waiting for you.
Darling, don't
Be afraid.
I have loved you
For a thousand years.
I'll love you for a thousand more."

Kurt's lilting voice brought tears to Blaine's eyes as he remembered the past few months they'd shared together. Some days it was impossible to believe that their relationship only began in March. How had they not been together their whole lives? Was that what it meant to be soulmates? To look for someone for a thousand years, find them, and spend another thousand in each other's arms?

"Time stands still.
Beauty in all she is.
I will be brave.
I will not let anything
Take away
What's standing in
Front of me.
Every breath,
Every hour has
Come to this.
One step closer.

I have died
Everyday
Waiting for you.
Darling, don't
Be afraid.
I have loved you
For a thousand years.
I'll love you for a thousand more.

And all along
I believed
I would find you.
Time has brought
Your heart to me.
I have loved you
For a thousand years.
I'll love you for a thousand more.

One step closer.
One step closer."

Kurt rocked Blaine gently in his arms. He understood the emotion behind Blaine's steady sobbing, for his own eyes were overflowing as well. The past two and a half months—the past fivemonths, no, the past nine—were the most perfect of his life. He had not known that life could be so bright before Blaine entered it. Finally he understood color and music and laughter and happiness, and it was all thanks to the beautiful boy he sang to.

"I have died
Everyday
Waiting for you.
Darling, don't
Be afraid.
I have loved you
For a thousand years.
I'll love you for a thousand more.

And all along
I believed
I would find you.
Time has brought
Your heart to me.
I have loved you
For a thousand years.
I'll love you for a thousand more."

When the song ended, Blaine twisted and grabbed Kurt's face in his hands, pulling him down for a fierce but gentle kiss. "I love you." They laughed, because when they broke apart, they both whispered the words at the same time. Blaine snuggled back into Kurt's embrace, resting his head on the older boy's chest. "This is our year," he murmured, "and it's gonna be a good one."


And thus ends A Very Klaine Summer. This story and this fandom has changed my life forever. I hope you all understand the overwhelming feelings you've given me over the past ten months. You all mean the world to me, and I know for an indisputable fact that I would not be the person I am today if it wasn't for the lot of you.

I apologize for not updating since April. The end of school was hell, what with five AP tests and all, and since the start of summer I've had some trouble with writer's block. I've decided to end AVKS here, but you haven't seen the last of these boys or this 'verse, because coming soon is A Second Klaine Summer, a sequel to AVKS that chronicles the boys' summer of 2012 (also known as now). I'm not sure when that'll be, but if you keep track of my tumblr, klainebowsandquirrelmort, you'll be kept as up-to-date as possible. (Note about that, I'm considering creating a second Tumblr solely for my fics, so if you're interested in that follow my first Tumblr.)

There are some people who needed to be recognized for the completion of this story. The first and the foremost is SeptemberLoveStory, the Castor to my Pollux and my entire world. You, ma'am, are a beautiful British bitch, and you have most certainly changed me for the better. I would not be writing this right now if it weren't for you, my favorite reviewer, as you once put it. (Oh, and the big reveal is that I used our twinness to psychically figure out when you were away from your computer to update. MWAHAHAHAHA.)

Thaliana, you are...beyond words. You have opened my eyes to new worlds and new experiences and for that I will never be able to fully thank you. You've become a true older sister to me, something I never had and never knew I wanted until you became it. You've never let me doubt myself, which is a difficult feat. You are a beautiful person, Thali, and I love you more than I understand.

shotofwhiskey...YOU. What do I even say about you? You are flawless, that's what I say. I'd never received a drunken PM before you came into my life, and I was certainly missing out. You are truly an artist (and a writer and a lover and a fighter), and you've made life so much more fun. The illustrations you've done for me are just flawless (EVERYONE GO TO MY TUMBLR AND FIND THEM UNDER THE FANFICTION TAG), and I owe you so much. I owe you, you crazy freak.

I would also like to thank cloudysock, smiley-luce, MrMouseAndCheese, Hummel-Anderson, intensewhatever, KlainerFangirl18, ItWasALongAndDarkDecember, Klaine Is My Life, and LunaGleek14 for you many ideas and words of encouragement. Without you and all of my other reviewers, I would not have had the guts to finish this fic (or even continue it past the first few chapters). I read an article back in August that said something about publishing online because the feedback is instantaneous and encourages continuation, and that is one billion percent correct, because you all pushed me to be a better writer and to challenge myself and to submit to the will of my characters.

This fic is dedicated to all of you who changed my life.

Love,
McKayla