A Special Kind Of Love
A/N: This is a series of one shots based on my story 'Shattered' I will still be writing that, but these will just be stand alone stories based on the Kurt and Blaine that I have created in that story. They will mainly all be fluff and just ideas I had for that story but never got a chance to put into place. If you have any ideas that you want me to do, just let me know and I will try and write it.
Picnic
"I don't think the blanket is straight!" Kurt pouted. "It looked silly." He shook his head and grabbed the corner of the blanket and tugged it.
"Kurt, it's fine." Finn chuckled, realising that this Kurt seemed to be more OCD then the sixteen year old Kurt. Kurt shook his head more and played with his shirt, everything had to be perfect! If it wasn't perfect then their afternoon would be ruined. "Blaine is going to love it, Kurt." Finn said softly, knowing this was what his brother was stressing about.
"Blaine said he's never been on a picnic before." Kurt said softly, rocking on the balls of his feet. He remembered the conversation they had yesterday at the centre, Carol had promised to take Kurt to the park on Saturday for a picnic and Kurt had been excited, so naturally he had told Blaine all about it. Blaine had been quiet, not that this wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but when Kurt asked him what he did at picnics he had looked down sheepishly saying he didn't know. When Kurt found out that Blaine had never been on a picnic he was shocked. He went on picnics with his Mom every Saturday when the weather was nice and if the weather wasn't nice they had them in the living room. For some reason it made Kurt said to think that Blaine had never been on a picnic, not even one in his living room.
"So he wont realise the blanket is crooked." Finn sighed, from the look his brother shot him he knew that it was the wrong thing to say. "Not that it is crooked, it looks great."
"You're a bad liar." Kurt pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Liars shouldn't be able to picnic!"
"Well I'll go then." Finn hummed wondering what response that would get.
"No!" Kurt shook his head. "I can't be outside on my own, Daddy said. And if you go then Blaine wont get his picnic!"
"Then I'll stay." Finn chuckled.
"Good." Kurt grinned and shook the blanket out once more, he set the basket full of sandwiches and sweets in the middle hoping that Blaine liked strawberries cause he had put some in there too. He took out the bottles of water and set them out in the corners, grinning. "It looks good now." He nods jumping up and down waiting for Blaine to come. "Is it one yet?"
"Almost." Finn said softly.
Kurt sighed and sat down staring up at the clouds, when he heard someone approach he looked up and grinned, there was Blaine! He jumped up and rushed over to him, wrapping his arms and legs around him, giggling when Blaine caught him and spun him around. "Hello." Kurt whispered, kissing his cheek.
"Hello." Blaine smiled back, cuddling up to him more. "It looks lovely." He smiles walking with him over to Finn who was sat on the blanket, he had his English book with him, his Mom had made him take it, mainly because he was behind in class but also because she knew that the two boys would want some privacy. Blaine smiled, saying hello to Finn and Finn smiled back politely, as he was going to make more conversation Kurt shook his head and sat Blaine down announcing loudly that their picnic had begun.
"We eat now. We have little paper plates." Kurt grinned grabbing the dotty plates Carol had brought them, they were blue and Kurt wanted pink but he wouldn't let that ruin his mood. "Then we take some food from the little tubs." He nods and took out a finger sandwich and gestured for Blaine to do the same. "That's good." Kurt nodded, "We pour some juice." Kurt poured his for him, sucking on his lip with concentration, he didn't want to spill the water on the blanket because that would ruin his picnic for sure.
"Thank you." Blaine whispered, taking a sip from his cup. The food was nice, and so was the company, even if Finn kept on watching them over his book and giggling to himself. The two boys ate together happily, talking about everything and nothing, well Kurt did most of the talking but Blaine enjoyed listening to him. Especially when he sounded so happy and excited like he did now.
"What do we do now?" Blaine asked quietly, they had finished the food and spoke a lot, they had even sat in comfortable silence with Kurt resting his head on his shoulder.
"We lay down on the blanket." Kurt nodded laying back, making sure to move the basket to the corner – he didn't want to get food in his hair – and looked up at Blaine who laid beside him, their fingers resting against each others. "And we look up at the clouds and make funny shapes with them. It's what me and my Mom used to do." Kurt whispered quietly, as fun as this was it reminded him a lot of his Mom and that hurt a little.
For half an hour the two lay staring at the sky pointing out clouds that looked like babies and animals, Kurt pointed to a cloud that looked a lot like a top hat which made Blaine and Finn chuckle. Blaine found a cloud that looked like a guitar and he couldn't remember ever being this relaxed. It was a nice feeling and when Finn coughed telling them that it was time they needed to leave, he felt saddened. Kurt did too and didn't hide it as much as Blaine did.
"But the picnic isn't over yet!" Kurt said, his voice getting higher as he tried to think of other things that they simply needed to do!
"I know but it's getting dark and there's not many clouds left." Finn pressed softly. "I told Burt we'd be home by five."
"It's five already?" Kurt asked his eyes wide. Had they really been there for so long already? It only felt like a little while, and he wanted a little bit more. No, a long time more.
"It is." Finn said softly. "We'll come back to the park soon though, and you can have another picnic." Finn whispered, hoping that it would settle Kurt for now.
"I'd like another picnic." Blaine stepped in. "Maybe next time I could make some food too?"
"You'd really make food for our picnic?" Kurt grinned, that was a nice idea and it means that Blaine really must have enjoyed it if he wanted to help with it. "Okay then." He nods slowly. "I suppose that would be okay, but I still wish we didn't have to go."
"I know, me too." He says quietly. "But I'll see you on Monday."
"On Monday." Kurt nodded wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight. Kurt pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and pulled away, he watched Blaine walk away sadly and looked up at Finn. "Blaine really enjoyed his picnic."
"That's great, did you have a good time too?" Finn smiled, already knowing the answer.
"I really did." Kurt nodded folding up the blanket and putting it in the basket and handing it to Finn, it was far too heavy for him to hold.
"I'm glad." Finn smiled taking the basket and walking home with him, even if he had sat through four hours of giggling, and had read three chapters of a book he had absolutely no clue about, that didn't matter because his little brother had a good time and that was all that mattered to him.