A/N: Just a short, random oneshot bundled with Klaine and fluff. Enjoy!
It was a serene March night, the clocks striking twelve. A white Chevy truck pulls up to a grassy field, swerving a little. The roaring engine disrupts the tranquil mood that had settled long ago, and blitzed giggles waft through the still sky. Two boys stumble from the truck, one hanging on the other like a lifeline. They make their way off of the road and into the patches of fuzzy green grass. The curly-haired boy lets go of the other and runs off on his own, arms propelling forward. He belts out, "I BELIEVE I CAN FLYYY!" and flaps his arms vigorously. The older teen watches fondly as Blaine tries to hover in the air for more than three seconds, and maybe he considers that Blaine is acting a little too drunk. Before he can weigh the pros and cons, he's swept off his feet, the air whooshing out of him. Blaine spins him around before they both crash to the damp earth, laughing shrilly. And then Blaine intones in a sweet sing-song voice, "The night is young, the moon is bright, and you are here with me tonight." Kurt raises his eyebrows and rolls his eyes comically.
"Seriously Blaine?" Blaine nods eagerly, and his puppy eyes sparkle mischeivelouly, like he's up to no good. In one swift movement Kurt's off his feet and clinging tightly onto Blaine's back. He runs around the field, still trying to fly while supporting Kurt up, who's eyes are squeezed shut. Blaine leaps in the air while trying to twirl and they plop to the ground again.
"Blaine!" He huffs, trying to regain his balance. Blaine just hums in contentment, before saying probably the worst thing ever.
"Your father must be a drug dealer, because you dope!" Kurt's expression is incredulous because that has to be the worst pickup line he has ever heard. Blaine is just smiling goofily, and Kurt suppresses the urge to slap some sense into him.
"Did you clean your pants with Windex? I can practically see myself in them." Now Kurt internally facepalms, because seriously? This is just plain stupid, but no, Blaine can't take a freakin' hint and keeps talking.
"It's not my fault I fell in love. You are the one that tripped me." Kurt rolls his eyes at this one, but maybe his face gets a little flushed and his heart fluctuates slightly.
"You are such a dork," He scoffs, ruffling his hair.
Blaine just smirks smugly. "You love it."
Yeah I know it's short, but it's been in my head forever. Please review if you like it:)