A/N: I do not own Kurt or Blaine, or any other such characters mentioned in these one shots. They all are in Glee, and therefore belong to Ryan Murphy and everyone else who works with Glee.

Kurt whimpered as the pain of it hit him again, although he was used to it now. A groan was elicited from Blaine as well, as both of them were reaching the peak… Of a really bad sunburn. (A/N: What were you thinking was happening? You nasty pervs… )

"It is so, damn, hot," Blaine complained again, reaching for yet another water bottle. "Why in the hell are we outside again?"

"Because Finn lost the house key again and we have to wait for my dad to get back," Kurt said dryly. This raised a glare from Finn.

"I would argue, but right now… I'm too hot. What should we do, guys? I'm baking like a Cheez-It!"

"I could totally use some Cheez-Its right now," Blaine said, smiling contentedly at the prospect of food. He hadn't really eaten in four hours, and needed something to hold him over.

"Jeez, would you two shut up before I eat my own foot?" Kurt yelled, throwing an empty water bottle at Blaine's bare stomach.

"Ow!" Blaine shouted, as Finn said, "Not if I eat it first, bro. I think if we were to end up with nothing to eat but each other, you'd be the first to go."

Blaine growled instinctively, sending death glances at Finn. "SO not happening, and SO not funny."

Finn laughed anyway, and that got him the same water bottle thrown in his face.

"Girls, girls, you're both gorgeous, now can we calm down please?" Kurt said, throwing an arm over his eyes. The sun was so impossibly blinding that it hurt to even keep his eyes open. He wished he had his sunblock. He was gonna be redder than a tomato tomorrow morning. He felt a hand tug on his arm, and he lifted it, squinting at his boyfriend staring down at him. "Can I help you?"

Blaine suddenly kissed Kurt out of absolutely nowhere, and Kurt pushed him off. "Blaine, any other time but now would be great, but it's just too hot for that."

Blaine sat, pouting, and suddenly an idea popped into his head. He shuffled over to the cooler with the water bottles inside, and reached his hand in, feeling the odd, tingling sensation of cold ice hitting hot skin. He couldn't understand why he didn't think of this before. Tiptoeing his way back to his boyfriend, he took the piece of ice he had been holding, pressed it to his lips, and kissed Kurt again.

Kurt fell back with the sudden chill, and then heard and felt an odd sizzle on his shoulder blade. Blaine was holding an ice cube up to his ungodly hot skin, and it felt so good that Kurt moaned with pleasure. Finn glanced up.

"Guys, if you're gonna do stuff like that, wait until… Blaine, what are you doing?" He was suddenly in total awe, watching as Kurt mewled with joy.

"Ice cubes. Don't know why we didn't think of it already."

Finn jumped for the cooler, dunking his whole head in the ice. He popped back up, spluttering and soaked, but otherwise happy. He scooped up a handful of melted ice and poured it on Blaine's head. Blaine sighed contentedly.

Soon, all three boys engaged in various ice wars, head dunks, or just pouring water over their heads.

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An hour later, when Burt Hummel arrived home, he was shocked to find Kurt, Blaine, and Finn all sprawled out on the porch, covered in water and sweat, laughing like maniacs.

"What the hell happened to you guys?"

"Well, we lost the house key again, so we got locked out, and had to find some way to cool off," Finn explained. Kurt and Blaine nodded, still giggling, holding hands.

"You guys know there's a spare key under the mat, right?"

All three boys blinked at each other, and they simultaneously slapped themselves in the face.

"Oh, well," Kurt said, beaming. "We had fun, didn't we?"

"Oh yeah, loads," Blaine said.

"Now, let's get inside before I take Kurt's previous option and eat his foot."

Blaine slapped him.

A/N: Not the funniest thing in the world. But, hey, I tried. ;)