A/N: Ok so don't kill me for not updating in like 4 months. I just haven't been getting any ideas and I just kinda forgot that I should update this… I feel horrible.

On top of that, this drabble is, as well, horrible. Sorry like 1000x's.

But I hope you enjoy none the less!

"I swear Blaine, you're five," Kurt said as he watched his boyfriend dip his index finger in the red can.

"Mhmm," Blaine absently-mindedly responded. He brought his now red finger up to the paper and made the first mark then stepped back as he contemplated his next move.

"I mean, finger painting? Really?" Kurt asked as Blaine seemingly made up his mind and crossed the first streak with a nearly identical one.

"Oh come on! It's fun! And it's not like your going to have to worry about getting your clothes messed up," Blaine quipped light heartedly.

Kurt looked down at his sweatpants and t-shirt that he had insisted they change into as soon as Blaine had gotten this ridiculous idea into his head not 15 minutes ago. He rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall watching as the boy before him pick another color to add to the paper.

"You're idea of 'fun' and mine clearly differ," Kurt countered.

"And you're being a party pooper. Come on, Kurt, just give it a try," Blaine said as he grabbed Kurt's wrist with his clean hand and pulled him forward to where they had set up the line of paint cans they had pulled out of the garage.

Kurt groaned but hesitantly dipped four fingers into the blue. He stepped up next to the thin canvas and hovered his blue-stained digits to remaining blank spot to the left of Blaine's marks.

The wet pad of his fingers touched the paper and he brought his hand down so the fresh lines ended about an inch above the edge of the sheet. He stepped back, in front of where Blaine was dipping both hands in his next color, and looked at his work.

After a moment of silence, Kurt announced, "I'm waiting for the fun to start, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine made a move forward wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist and rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt hummed approvingly and tilted his head back, inadvertently exposing his neck. Blaine seized the movement and lightly placed his lips on Kurt's neck, drawing a soft gasp out of him.

He pressed with more pressure and parted his lips further leaving a wet mark on the neck as Kurt let his eyes flutter closed. The shorter boy tightened his hold on the other's waist.

Blaine left a trail of opened-mouth kisses down Kurt's neck until he reached his clavicle, where he added a light nip, beginning to pinken the milky sink there. Blaine ran his hands down Kurt's sides, as the latter keened at the action.

"Having any fun yet?" Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear. He didn't earn much of an answer in return, but instead felt himself being pulled forward and flipped over until his back was pinned against the wall and he felt Kurt's lips eagerly on his.

Blaine smiled into the kiss and realized that his hands were still very much wet from the green paint. With an idea forming in his mind, he quickly placed his hands firmly on the fabric over Kurt's torso and smiled even bigger as he waited for a reaction.

Kurt pulled away from Blaine realizing what his boyfriend was doing.

"Blaine! What on earth are you… Oh, no Blaine Anderson don't you dare-," Kurt began, but it was too late as Blaine dipped his hands in the yellow acrylic and wiped his hands on the back of the countertenor's (once) white shirt.

Blaine placed the back of his wrists on his hips and let a smirk playfully grow on his face.

"What are you going to do about it?" Blaine challenged.

Kurt ran over to the variety of paints on the ground and quickly dipped both hands in two different colors and lashed his hands out at the front of Blaine's shirt, running his hands in all directions.

Blaine threw his hands into the blue paint and proceeded to attack Kurt's sweatpants, eliciting a squeal out of him.

"Oh, ok it's on," Kurt declared as he scooped up purple paint in hands and threw it at Blaine, starting the war.

The boys laughed and thrilled as they wrestled each other to the ground, absolutely destroying each others' apparel, hair, and any exposed skin as a rainbow of colors flew, some hitting the intended targets, but most landing among the pavement outside the Hudmel house.

Blaine dipped his hands in the deep red that he had made his first mark with, and with one final blow, cupped his boyfriend's crotch with one hand, and grasped his butt with the other, making sure to clearly leave his hand prints there.

Kurt gasped as he realized Blaine's actions and spun around to get a good look at the seat of his pants.

Blaine smiled with satisfaction as Kurt slowly turned his head back to him.

"Really?" Kurt asked sounding exasperated. "You just couldn't resist that, could you?"

The black haired boy laughed and grabbed Kurt, planting one final kiss on his lips. He cupped Kurt's face, smearing more paint on his face in the process, and tiled his head, changing the angle to deepen the kiss.

He sighed happily as Kurt's tongue swept across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and allowed the kiss to get hotter and sloppier.

Kurt pulled away after a minute or two and bit his lip, laughing as he took in the mess he and Blaine had made.

"The painting looks great," Blaine suggested.

Kurt turned to look at the paper that he had completely forgotten they had taped to the wall and nodded. "It's… something, I'll give you that. Abstract art. Picasso would be proud," Kurt decided.

They allowed a companionable silence to drift over them as they realized that they would have to clean their whole mess up. "Ok, go grab the hose," Kurt dictated as he pointed to the hook the hose was coiled on. Blaine complied and twisted the water, handing to Kurt as it spurt to life and began to let out a steady stream of water as he washed the paint off the walls and down the driveway to the street at the end. They watched as the water puddled at the bottom of the curb, pooling into a rainbow.

Once the mess was cleaned up they wrapped the hose back up and walked to the porch swing, settling down on it and curling into each other on instinct.

"I love you," Kurt said. "I love you too," Blaine responded, nuzzling into Kurt's paint dried hair.

"So," Kurt began after a beat. "You were right."

"Aren't I always?" Blaine questioned, earning him a playful slap to his shoulder.

"Mh. Cocky too," Kurt replied shifting his back so he was facing Blaine and linked their hands together, and Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes with a love that Kurt never dreamed could be directed at him.

Blaine's phone buzzed and he stood up to reel it out of his pocket, sighing when he announced that it was his cue to head home.

Kurt kissed Blaine's lips one final time for that day and let him go to the diver's seat of his car.

Just as the engine roared to life, Kurt caught a glimpse of a contrast to the red brick wall of his house.

He leapt up, snatched the painting off the wall and ran to Blaine's car.

"Blaine!"

Kurt caught up with the car preparing to leave and watched as Blaine's window rolled down.

Kurt tore the paper in two and gave Blaine a half. "Bye," Kurt said again.

The car drove off and he could see Blaine blowing him a kiss from the rearview mirror. He caught it and tucked it into his pocked with a wink and watched as the car grew smaller and smaller until it was gone.