Kurt checked the address again. This was Blaine's house, right? Yes. It was. It was just really, really big. He stepped out of his car and knocked on the door.
"Oh, you must be Kurt!" said a women who seemed to be maybe just a little too cheerful.
"Yes, that's me."
"Blaine's in the backyard right now, something about water balloons he said?" Kurt smiled politely and thanked the women, who he assumed to be Blaine's mother, before heading out to the backyard.
"Blaine? Are you out here?" Kurt was hit by something cold and wet.
"You're lucky I'm just wearing jeans and a t-shirt!" Blaine crawled out from underneath- wow, how did Kurt not notice the trampoline in the first place? "That is a trampoline." He said.
"Yes. Yes it is." Blaine said matter-of-factually.
Kurt toed off his shoes quickly and hopped on to the trampoline, executing a series of flips.
"Where did you learn that?" Blaine asked, awestruck by Kurt's talent.
"I used to be a cheerleader." Kurt called from in the air. Blaine climbed on to the trampoline as well, a water balloon still clutched in his hand. Sadly, it popped when he rolled on it, soaking his shirt. Not thinking much of it, he took it off and tossed it over the netting. When Kurt finally stopped jumping around and glanced at Blaine, he looked away quickly, cheeks a flaming red.
The friends played on the trampoline for a while longer before Kurt spied Blaine's not-so-well hidden pile of water balloons. He bolted off and hurled one at Blaine.
"Where are you- hey!" he spluttered indignantly. "How dare you!" He leapt at Kurt and landed on a water balloon, soaking him further.
"For someone who is standing on the furniture half the time, you don't have very good balance." Blaine stuck out his tongue and picked himself up, along with a water balloon, which he of course threw at Kurt. Who ducked. Damn. There was only one way to go about this, then, wasn't there. Blaine dropped to his knees.
"I surrender!" Kurt grinned smugly, and didn't notice Blaine scooping another balloon up. Before Kurt could really process what was happening, Blaine was sitting on top of him and breaking balloons over Kurt's head.
When Blaine ran out of balloons, he still didn't get off of Kurt.
"Um, Blaine? You, um, you could get off me now." Kurt said, blushing profusely. Blaine shook his head.
"I'd rather do this." he whispered, gently placing his lips on Kurt's.
I have no idea what the actual fuck this was. My writing has gotten better since this thing.