Hey guys! I've decided to do a Klaine Summer Challenge. It's a weekly challenge that I found on Tumblr so I'll update everyweek. This weeks prompt was "Park" so I gave it a shot.
Also, if anyone is reading my other story that I'm writing "Crossroads" I'm going to try and keep these prompt fills in that verse and use Kurt, Blaine and my characters, Lia and Emma who are there daughter. Howevers, these prompt will no coincide with the story timeline. They may occur before the story occurred or after. I wouldn't want to give anything about my other story away! Enjoy! Leave a review if you want and follow me to keep up with the rest of my prompt fills for this challenge.
PS: Look for an update for my story "Crossroads!" Tomorrow (Wednesday!)
Summary: Kurt and Blaine head home for a visit to Ohio with their daughters.
"Higher, Grandpa! Higher!" Seven year old, Emma squealed from her spot on the blue plastic swing. Burt stood behind her and pushed her with both hands, making little giggles erupt from her mouth.
"Hold on, Peanut!" Burt called. "You're going pretty high now."
"No Grandpa! Higher!" Burt laughed. His granddaughter always was the thrill seeker. She wanted to swing the highest, run the fastest and go on every crazy ride she could imagine. It was something that she got from her Papa, no doubt. Burt remembered back to when Kurt was a child. He always loved the park. Together, they'd spend hours going on every part of the jungle gym. Kurt had always loved the swings, just like Emma did.
"Hey Lia, why don't you come and swing with us?" Burt called over to his sixteen year old granddaughter, Amelia, who was sitting under a tree looking at something on her iphone. Burt knew that his eldest granddaughter had loved the park, just as much as her sister, when she was a child.
"I'm good, Grandpa!" Lia called.
"What? Too good to come and swing with your old grandpa?" Burt retorted. Lia gave him a smirk before she walked over.
"Grandpa, my butt isn't even going to fit in this swing?" she groaned.
"Oh, stop your griping!" Burt laughed. "You weigh like 100 pounds. You'll fit. I'll even push you if you want." The sixteen year old gave her grandfather a smile before taking a seat on the blue plastic swing next to her sister . She pushed off the ground and began to swing back and forth.
"I'm higher than you are!" Emma teased, watching her sister swing next to her.
"Not for long!" Lia replied, pumping her legs harder in order to get the swing to go higher.
From across the park, Kurt and Blaine could see their daughters competing to see who could swing the highest. The two were nestled next to one another on a blanket under the shade of green oak tree. "Look at those too...so competitive." Kurt said to his husband.
"And I wonder where they get that?" Blaine replied sarcastically.
"I mean...we all know what it does to you when I win." Kurt replied seductively.
"Oh really? What would you say to a little race?" Blaine wagered. "I think that old tire swing is still tied up down by the creek." Kurt gave his husband a smirk before getting up quickly and starting to run, leaving Blaine at a bit of a disadvantage. "Hey! Not fair! That's cheating!" the darker haired man called as he ran after his husband. The two men made it down to the old tire swing in nearly a tie.
"I won!" Kurt shouted.
"No way! I so beat you!"
"Are you blind? I beat you by a mile!"
"You're just a sore loser!" Blaine teased.
"Oh really?" Kurt huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and jutting his hip out. He turned his back to his husband and looked out at the creek. Blaine walked over to his pouting husband and placed his arms around his body and his chin in the crook of Kurt's neck.
"If I say you won, will you stop pouting?"
"I am not pouting!" Kurt declared. "But...yes." Blaine laughed. After all these years of marriage, he knew his husband so well. Kurt broke from Blaine's grasp and stood on the tire swing. "Push me!"
"How old are you?" Blaine laughed before coming up behind his husband and pushing the black rubber of the old tire. Kurt swung back and forth from the branch, smiling down at his husband.
"Climb on here with me!" The brown haired man prompted.
"We'll break it. There's no way that thing can hold us both." Blaine answered as he continued to push his husband.
"Sure it can!" Kurt told him. "What? Are you afraid?"
"Never." Blaine replied. He slowed the swing enough for him to jump on and soon the two men were swinging back and forth, using their weight to propel the old tire through the air. "I can't believe we're doing this!"
"I know! We haven't done this since we were teenagers!" The two men continued to swing and then suddenly they heard an alarming sound. The rope, under the weight of both men, began to to break and before they knew it the old rope had snapped, sending both men to ground. Blaine hit the ground first and Kurt fell on top of him.
"I-I told you that it couldn't hold both of us." Blaine coughed trying to regain his breath after it had just been knocked out of his body by his husband's weight. Kurt groaned.
"You were right" He amended. "Thanks for catching me though."
"Always. I'll always be here to catch you." Blaine replied romantically. Kurt smiled and leaned down and pressed a kiss to Blaine's lips. As the two men laid on the ground, they heard a chorus of "Ewws!" coming from up on the hill. Kurt and Blaine looked up and found their daughters hand in hand staring at them.
"What are the two of you doing?" Lia screamed in embarrassment.
"Are you two wrestling?" Emma yelled after her sister.
"I think we've successfully embarrassed our children." Kurt replied softly to his husband.
"What kind of fathers would we be if we didn't do that every now and then?" Blaine laughed. Kurt laughed back and then rolled off of his husband's body and pushed himself up from the ground. Then, he reached down and extended his hands for Blaine to grab. The darker haired man grabbed his husband's hands and pulled himself up. When the two of them looked up, their daughters had made it down the hill.
"Em wanted to go and look in the creek for crayfish. If you two are done sucking face, you're welcome to come." Lia said sassily to her fathers.
"Be careful and try not to get too wet." Kurt told both girls.
"Oh come on Papa! We'll be fine." Lia told him. The two girls headed over to the creek and took their shoes off and waded into the water.
"You know, I think I'll join them." Blaine replied, following his daughters' lead. Kurt rolled his eyes. His husband could be such a child sometimes. He watched as the three of them walked around the creek looking through the water for a crayfish.
"You're doing it all wrong!" Kurt called. He walked down to the bank of the creek and took off his shoes before wading in. "You have to check underneath the rocks." He walked to the edge of the creek and looked under a few rocks before he found one.
"You found one, Papa!" Emma screeched in joy, alerting Blaine and Lia to walk over. They all looked at the crustacean. Suddenly it moved and touched Lia's foot which resulted in her screaming and stumbling through the water in an attempt to get away, while successfully splashing both her fathers and little sister.
"Lia! You got us wet!" Emma yelled before dipping her hands in the water and splashing her sister.
"Emma!"
"Girls, come on stop!" Kurt said sternly, only to be hit with water from behind. The brown haired man stopped and turned around to find his guilty husband behind him. "Blaine!" Blaine simply smirked at his husband. "Oh it's on!" Kurt declared before starting to splash his husband. Before they knew it, it was an all out splashing battle between the four family members.
Burt stood up on the hill under the shade of the trees and smiled as he heard the laughter and happy screams from his two sons and granddaughters. "Wish you were here, Liz. You would have loved this." he said softly. His wife had always loved family moments like this one, especially when they happened at the park.