Ninja.
"One, two, three... ninja!"
There was a collection of laughs among the Warblers as they all sprung out their hands in various poses, grinning at each other around the large circle they had made. Kurt's eyes traveled slowly to Wes, who stood on his right side, as he began the game with a quick but unsuccessful move toward Kurt's hand.
"Ha," the countertenor laughed in a sing song voice, stealing glances at the two different males on either side of him: Wes, or Blaine.
Kurt didn't take his chances and made for the easier target who wasn't giving him this look of extreme competitiveness (albeit a very hot look), and successfully outed one of Wes' hands. He let out another laugh, grinning slightly at the pouty look on the other's face. However good at dancing he was, Wes was not going to win this game - Kurt had this in the bag.
And Blaine seemed to hold the very same attitude, thus ending the two the last ones standing with a very excited crowd of Warblers gathered around them. If Blaine didn't know any better, he would assume that they'd all found interest in a caterpillar. Hey, it wouldn't have been the first time.
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine mused, "Why don't you just give up now?"
It had certainly been a competitive game between the two. Four or five moves and neither had managed to out the other's last remaining hand, the others of which had been lost among the rest of the game. Now each boy only had one chance to win. Suspensful. Kurt never would have guessed such a game would have been so... entertaining, and he wasn't just talking about the game itself; that look the other had on his face was really beginning to take its toll on him.
"Well, Blaine," Kurt jerked his hand away from the other's quick move, "If I go down, which I won't, I'm not going without a fight - or rather, some amusement."
Kurt's grin could only widen as the other's gaze found the hand that had moved to rest in a new position. Palm outward, right above his butt. But what Kurt wasn't expecting was a smile to reflect on his boyfriend's face.
"Oh, you really think that will stop me?"
Blaine had been expecting Kurt to continue the game, and he did, but instead of allowing Blaine's hand to touch his ass, he shifted away from the other's groping hand. With a puppy-like pout, Blaine met Kurt's grin, "Aw, don't want a little touch?" he teased.
Kurt shook his head, "As much as I would love one," he paused for the snickers of the Warblers around them, "I would really love to win this game, without a distraction."
And that's where the conversation had ended, because the older boy launched himself at the other and they shared a slow, powerful kiss. Blaine almost didn't notice the slight tap on his hand, but when he did, he pulled away.
"You little..." he muttered, but couldn't hide a grin.
"That's right, Blaine Anderson," Kurt laughed, "I always get what I want."
"Mhm," Blaine just shook his head, glancing at the now bored group of Warblers who had begun to drag themselves up the turf and back toward the Dalton building. His hazel gaze met his boyfriend's blue-green eyes shortly after and he just continued to smile, because as far as he was concerned, he had definitely won something.
A/N: Sorry for the long update. I had momentary computer troubles and have been confined to my laptop, which just returned to me today. I'll try to update daily (though I won't be able to tomorrow, I'll be at a friend's) aside from Wednesdays, which I spend (for the most part) at my dance studio. Sorry!
Also, my laptop doesn't have a spellcheck and I might overlook some things. So point that out for me if you notice it and I'll go back and fix it. c:
Thanks to Kokuo for the prompt idea. This was another fun one. ;) R&R, leave a prompt, and thanks to everyone who has!
