Updating this a few times today because they're gonna be auto-deleted from my drafts here! This is a drabble where Jeff takes a water balloon fight a bit too seriously, but we love him for it.


"The rules are simple, boys. Fight hard, run fast, and never let the enemy see you weak."
To an outsider, this may have seemed like something quite different than it was. Because it was, in fact, a water balloon fight, and not an army marching to war. But as Jeff reminded everyone, there was no difference.
"What is our plan of attack?" A freshman piped up. Dalton's entire student body had been invited to the field they were hosting at, and because Jeff was Jeff, nearly every student showed up at his request, as well as students from schools in neighboring towns. Nick surveyed the field with a smile. It was kind of amazing.
"Guerilla warfare, soldier." Jeff saluted the kid, and didn't look away until he saluted back. Nick tried not to laugh. His boyfriend really was a dork. Everyone was split into teams, and luckily, the Warblers all ended up on Red team. Jeff had made anyone from Dalton he'd ever interacted with help dye water to color the water balloons, so that the color would show up on their white shirts. The team that's color showed up the most were the winners.
"And what do the winners get?" Someone asked, to which Jeff grinned.
"A trophy, of course. Hand crafted by yours truly."
"And designed by me." Kurt piped up.
Nick and Jeff had spent a night interpreting Kurt's design, recreating it with paper mache, toilet paper tubes, and a ton of glitter. Kurt had been unsatisfied with the result.
The teams separated into huddles, Jeff slinging his arm over Nick's shoulders. "You know, if we win, you'll definitely get a prize that is even better than the trophy."
Nick mock gasped. "Better than the trophy? Impossible."
Jeff looked offended. "The trophy is amazing. But just wait until I show you what else my hands can do-"
"Focus, captain." Kurt smacked the back of Jeff's head, having overheard. Most of the team had overheard, Jeff was never one for discretion. And after so much time around him, Nick only laughed, kissing Jeff's cheek when the blonde rubbed the back of his head where Kurt had hit him.
"Watch it Hummel, I'll bench you." Jeff rubbed his hands together. "Okay, let's go get it, boys." Jeff put his hand in the center, everyone piling their hands on top, cheering. They parted and Jeff took his place with the team, sinking into a runner's lunge. "On your mark, get set-" He blew the whistle, and they were off.
Water balloons were flying everywhere, they'd filled and tied too many to count. Nick, being quite competitive, was quickly lost in the game, laughing when he caught sight of his teammates dramatically clutching their chests when they were hit, falling to the ground, only to spring back up a second later with renewed energy.
At some point, Nick crouched behind one of the makeshift forts, cradling an armful of balloons and trying to catch his breath. Not ten seconds later, Jeff was tumbling behind the fort, falling on top of him, crushing every balloon between their chests. "Oh my god, fuck you." Nick laughed breathlessly. "That was my ammo."
Jeff grinned, pushing his wet hair off his forehead. "Sorry." Though it was sweltering hot out, and the water was slightly sticky from the dye, Nick had no inclination to move positions.
"Are we winning?"
"Worried you won't get your prize?" Jeff wiggled his eyebrows, leaning down to kiss him. Nick put a finger to his lips, laughing.
"Save it for later, we're in the middle of a war."
"You're right, Duval. I've trained you well." But Jeff kissed his hand anyways, and then went for his mouth again, stopped only because a water balloon was suddenly bursting against his back. "Shit!"
Nick dissolved into laughter as Jeff scrambled to his feet, searching for the culprit. "You don't hit a man when he's weak!"
Nick sat up with a smile. "I make you weak?"
Jeff rolled his eyes, but smiled back, grabbing Nick's hand and pulling him to his feet. "Save it for later." He mimicked, and this time it was Kurt that landed a balloon on Nick's shoulder.
"You're on our team! You'll pay for that!" Jeff shouted, whipping the first water balloon he found with a cheer. "Come on Nicky, earn your prize." Jeff winked obnoxiously.
And only because he was competitive (and nothing more), Nick set off running, determined to win.
But when the game ended, and the his team was defeated, Nick looked over and saw Jeff's smile and realized he'd still won. "Hey." Nick beckoned Jeff closer.
Jeff jogged over, looping his arms around Nick's waist. "How did we lose, this was so rigged." Jeff pouted.
"You still get something though. You're the MVP." Nick offered, and Jeff brightened.
"So what does that entail?"
Nick tugged his hand. "An all inclusive trip to my room."
"Don't forget /your/ prize."
"We lost." Nick laughed, raising his eyebrows.
Jeff tugged the hem of Nick's soaked shirt. "But you won the wet tshirt contest."
"Oh my God." Nick couldn't protest, he could only laugh as he pulled him in for the kiss he'd been waiting for all day. "As proud as I am, it's pretty uncomfortable to wear a wet shirt."
Jeff was already pulling him off the field. "Then let's get it off you."
The Warblers catcalled behind them, but they didn't care, laughing as they jogged off the field. Nick made a mental note to help Jeff organize water balloon contests more often.