A/N: I thought I would jump on the bandwagon of summery, drabble-y stuff. Because I don't have enough on my plate. Hope you guys enjoy! :)
Day One: Making Time Out
She comes flying into his room one day, like seriously moving so fast she's flying, and he doesn't really see her coming until she's knocked him down and she's sprawled on top of him on the bean bag chair thing.
Of course, the not seeing her coming part means she totally knocked the wind out of him and even though his hands kinda struggle for a second with the surprise of it all, they end up between her shirt and her back, rubbing against her skin and he thinks the rest of him should learn to catch up with his hands because that was smooth.
Which still doesn't explain why she jumped him in the first place. And where did the game controller he was holding end up?
"Hi," he finally manages and he looks at her. She's smiling brightly, her grin so hard it's creasing the skin on her cheeks and she's beautiful all the time but right now she's just so damn cute his mouth should catch up with his hands and do its thing by kissing her instead of talking.
His mouth is still listening to his head, so that's good news. He gives her a kiss and feels her body fold into his a little more. She pulls back.
"You're probably wondering what I'm doing here," she says easily.
"Well, now that you mention it…" he says slowly, but there's not much else he can say because even though they didn't have plans until later, it's never exactly a bad thing when your girlfriend, jumps you. Like….jumps you.
He's pretty glad he did that whole hip-check thing to race Kurt to the shower this morning so that means he actually got himself cleaned up earlier, like instead of having to wait for the thirty-minute, through-the-door lecture on the importance of sunscreen in a daily ritual. It may be summer and he might not have specific plans or anything, but just whatever—he still doesn't have time or energy to waste on that shit.
Anyway, that all still in no way explains what she's doing here. And he can tell by the way she's looking at him that her explanation is going to begin in less than ten seconds whether he's listening or not.
"Well, as you know, returning from New York was a huge disappointment for me."
"Hey, thanks. That feels good."
She tilts her head. "It got better the following Monday. But for me, going there and then being forced to come home was kind of like…" she looks to the side. " Oh! It was like getting sick five minutes into Thanksgiving dinner."
"I totally did that one year," he admits. "It really did suck 'cause by the time I felt better there weren't even any leftovers and—"
She smiles patiently and then just kisses him to shut him up. He remembers she's totally heard that story before. Probably more than once. What the hell ever, shut up, it was like a totally huge disappointment, okay?
"So then I started thinking about the summer with nothing to do and I really wanted to go back to New York but that is clearly not in our budget."
"We have a budget?"
Her smile falls for the first time, but she can't even muster up enough severity to reprimand him.
"Kind of my point," she says. "So we're going to do a staycation."
Wh-what? That sounds stupid.
"I know," she admits. "The word itself is ridiculous and I promise you I won't say it out loud again."
Oh. Had he said that out loud?
"Regardless, I have various members of Glee club and our families on board with this and so the first thing we're going to enjoy about Lima today is… well, leaving it."
His brow wrinkles and his fingers drum on the soft skin on her sides by the small of her back.
"Really, we're just going to the lake. But I have something planned for most every day that will keep up close to home and avoid spending money we don't have but still give us some sense of adventure." She casts a glance over her shoulder at the television screen. He can't see it from where he's laying because she's there, but he doesn't mind because he would generally rather look at her anyway. "Outside."
"Okay," he says easily. Her eyebrows go up in obvious surprise.
"I thought you would put up more of a fight," she admits.
He grins a little bit. "Nah. I mean, I can play C.O.D. anytime and honestly, Puck needs to work on his shit-talking 'cause it all sounds the same."
She lets out a small giggle.
"So when do you plan on making out?" He asks hopefully—as in he hopes she plans on it since it's just a fact.
Her eyes meet his and hers are sparkling and he totally loves that about her. He thinks it might be on the list of reasons why already but he adds it to the bottom anyway. "Do we have to plan that?"
She leans forward the barely tenth of an inch required to push her lips against his and his eyes slip closed and he feels her body mold to his again and if this is what's involved in a 'staycation', then he guess he's all over that even if sounds lame at first because this is not lame.
He doesn't realize someone else is in the room until he hears knuckles meet door. "If we're going to get a day spot at the lake with any shade at all, we ought to get moving."
Finn leans his head up so he can see Kurt over Rachel's shoulder. His hands are still inside her shirt and she has woken his entire body up in a way that shouldbe embarrassing when someone else notices, but he just doesn't even care. "We kind of already were moving. You should just come back later."
He can feel Rachel shaking even though her laughter isn't coming out of her mouth and Kurt scoffs. Win. Kurt only does that when he doesn't have another comeback.
"Rachel," Kurt finally manages in an icy tone. "I would like to remind you that you made a commitment to come with us today and, as part of that commitment, you swore on a Barbra Streisand marathon that you wouldnot make out in front of us."
"So close the door," Finn says, his tone crossing into icy. "Then you won't be able to see us."
Rachel pulls back and tilts her head thoughtfully as she looks at him. "I did promise."
He looks at her and he knows there's not really anything he can deny this girl, especially not now because he knows what it's like to be denied herand he thinks he probably won't forget how bad that sucks anytime soon. At least, he kind of hopes he won't forget. Because not forgetting just means you don't need to be reminded, either.
"Uh-huh. And which day of our staycation is the B.S. marathon?"
"You already know I disapprove of that nickname," she says, even swatting at his chest for good measure. "But if everything goes according to plan, it's day twenty-seven."
"Do we get to make out during that one, too?" He asks. He rolls to his side in a way that kind of rolls her with him so they can both get up.
"Of course," she says easily. He helps her up off the bean bag chair and pats himself to make sure he stuck his keys in his shorts pocket this morning. He's pretty sure he's gonna end up driving them and he doesn't really care because when he drives, she scoots all the way over next to him, even if they aren't driving too far. And he loves it when she does that. He's adding that to the list, too.
"You know, you never let me finish explaining what this entails," she continues as he takes her hand while they're walking out.
He pretty much wants to touch her all the time because he missed it when it was gone- you know, the way you can just reach out or just sneak a quick kiss or reach out and someone is there to take your hand or whatever other shit those coffee shop guys sing about.
"I got time now," he says easily. "And we might not have time to chat once Kurt gets in the car because once you guys get going—I just… you know I don't speak Broadway."
She looks over at him with a huge smile. "I will have you know Kurt is the one who suggested Making Time Out."
"What?"
"Well, it's kind of like timeout for children, only it's for being good and going along with your girlfriend's capricious whims every day for your entire summer vacation."
"Making Time Out—so that's making out, like, whenever we want?"
"Basically, yes," she admits. "Just whatever you do, don't let Kurt show you the chart."
"…the chart?" He asks blankly. Kurt and Blaine are already out in the driveway loading up his truck with chairs and stuff to take. So he moves to unlock the driver's side door and then helps her hop up. Really, what's the point in even bothering with the other door when they all know she isn't going more than about a third of the way over anyway?
"Oh, you're already asking for the chart?" Kurt says, sounding way too happy about it. "I can go grab it, but the glitter isn't dry."
"Glitter?" Finn asks. "Nah, man. That's all right. We have all summer."
All summer. He looks at Rachel, who now has those huge, black sunglasses perched on her nose as she leans forward to fiddle with the old radio, and smiles. He can't wait to go nowhere all summer—as long as she's gonna be right there with him.