A/N: After a late night quesadilla and a bowl of pasta salad to sustain me through an extra mealtime, I believe I'm about to post two chapters on consecutive days. Does this make me a boss? I think so. xD
July snuck up on Blaine like a predator stalking it's prey. He hadn't even realized it had been more than three weeks, and suddenly it was July first. And July first just happened to be his laundry day.
He pulled his things from the dryer and stuffed them all into his laundry bag, but paused when he noticed a rust colored shirt that wasn't his. He held it in his hands for a moment, running his thumb across the printed letters.
"Fletcher. Amaze Dance Crew," he read aloud and smiled fondly. He knew that Dean danced some, but he'd had no idea he was involved with a group of any sort. He tried to picture Dean dancing. He wondered what sort of dance he did. Probably a lot of different types, but he was sure the other boy had a favourite genre. All artists did. He'd ask, sometime. Maybe he could convince Dean to dance for him.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts with a shake of his head and deposited the rest of the clothing in his bag and picked it up, closing the dryer with his hip. He managed to balance the full bag on the way back to the cabin, and ran into Dean on the path.
"Hey, Dean," he called out as he caught up with him, "I accidentally got one of your shirts mixed in with mine."
Dean didn't look up from the mail he had in his hands, and merely grunted.
"So I washed it. That's okay, right?"
"Hmmm? Oh, uh, yeah. That's-Sweet! Vogue is here!" he said excitedly, holding up the magazine, smile spreading across his features.
Blaine gave him an incredulous look. "Vogue? Really? How much more gay can you get?"
Dean gave him an offended look and scoffed. "Well, hun, if you hadn't noticed, I sort of am gay," he whispered conspiratorially.
Blaine rolled his eyes and gasped melodramatically. "No way! How did you keep that from me for so long! I never would have suspected." He shook his head gravely.
Dean snorted and pushed the door open, holding it open for Blaine. Blaine nodded his thanks and walked through. Dean quickly followed, pulling the door shut behind him. He practically skipped by Blaine, planting a smacking kiss on his cheek as he passed, then plopping down on Blaine's bed, belly down. He ignored the rest of the mail, which consisted of half a dozen letters from relatives, and tossed them aside, instead spreading out the magazine in front of him.
"Look at that! Nicole Kidman is so gorgeous. If I were to go straight for any woman, it'd probably be her," Dean gushed. Blaine merely arched an eyebrow and dumped the clothes out on top of Dean's legs. Dean glanced back and bent his knees, freeing his calves from the pile. He swung his legs back and forth for a few moments before crossing them at the ankles and keeping them up in the air.
"You're really into that, aren't you?" Blaine asked skeptically.
"Uh huh!" Dean agreed happily, flipping through the first few pages of advertisements.
"Ohhhhh, new fad!" Dean squeaked, happily.
Blaine laughed. "It's not like you wear this sort of stuff. Why so interested?"
"Because it's cool to look at," he answered with a shrug, "and I like it."
Blaine seemed to accept that, and continued folding things neatly. They remained in companionable silence for a while, each going about their own task, until Blaine was nearly done with the laundry. The whole time, though, he kept sneaking peeks over Dean's shoulder curiously until he finally couldn't resist.
He bit his lip anxiously, looking at the rest of the unfolded clothes. His father would never allow that. Laundry was always folded immediately after it was done. But his father wasn't there. So, screw that.
Blaine dropped the pair of shorted he held halfway folded and sat on the edge of the bed. "Scoot over," he said, shoving Dean lightly. The blonde complied, shifting a few inches towards the opposite side of the narrow bed to give Blaine enough room to lay beside him.
Blaine plopped down, laying shoulder to shoulder with Dean and mimicking his pose. He folded his arms and let his eyes drag over the images on the page. A few seconds later he realized that Dean was staring at him.
He cast him a sidelong glance and blushed. "What?" he asked defensively.
"You like it," he accused.
Blaine scoffed, rolling his eyes, looking like he was about to deny it. "Yeah. So?"
"What was all that about 'Oh, that's so gay' and 'Why so interested?' you said before?" he teased.
Blaine shoved Dean, who just laughed and leaned over, halfway on top of him. The blonde smothered him in playful kisses until Blaine squirmed and pushed him off, giggling embarrassingly.
"You're in a good mood," he commented. Dean just grinned at him.
"I had two Mountain Dews earlier. Sugar high," he said, very matter-of-factly.
Blaine just snorted and turned the page. They looked through the magazine together for a while, chatting about what looked good and what didn't. They agreed on almost everything, except for one weird, green dress.
"Why would a designer do that?" Blaine asked, slapping his hand down on the page in disbelief, "She looks like a peacock."
"I think she looks fabulous," Dean said.
Blaine just rolled his eyes and pointed to the picture again. "But the two of them look good together. The chemistry is great. She's a good model, it's just a horrible dress," he said.
Dean scoffed. "Good chemistry? He's sooo gay."
Blaine gave him a hard look. "You're one to talk." Dean just kept his gaze steady until Blaine finally took the bait. "Alright, how can you tell?"
Dean looked insulted. "I have excellent gaydar," he said, then paused, looking at the picture again, "Also, his scarf."
"What?" Blaine said skeptically, "That's impossible."
Dean nodded, very sagely. "It's the scarf."
Blaine scoffed. "It's not like there's some… magical scarf of sexual orientation," he said, waving his fingers in the air to signify something mystical.
"There should be!" Dean said, sitting up. He looked around for a moment, before spotting what he was searching for and leaning towards the head of the bed. He pulled the end of something that was just barely peeking out. A long string of loosely woven yarn followed. Blaine vaguely recognized it as a scarf that Dean had made towards the beginning of camp.
Dean tossed it over Blaine's head. "There! Gay as the Fourth of July!" he exclaimed, flicking the end around his neck.
Blaine furrowed his brow, confused. "…huh?" he asked, cocking his head slightly. "What does homosexuality have to do with the Independence Day?"
Dean just laughed and started singing in a horrible screech. "Sky rockets in flight!" He mimicked the noise of two explosions, then continued, "Afternoon delight! Ohhhhhhhhh ohhhhh, after noon delight!"
Blaine sat up and covered his ears. "Dear God, you sound like a goat giving birth."
Dean stuck out his tongue and attacked Blaine, pushing him down again, continuing to assault Blaine's ears with his horrible screeching. "Gotta grab my baby, gotta hold him tight!" he sang, attacking his neck with kisses, wrapping his arms around his waist tightly.
"Dean!" he squeaked in protest and tried to shove the blonde off of him. Though, admittedly, he didn't try very hard. He mostly just laughed.
"C'mon baby, gotta get me some afternoon delight!" Dean said, maneuvering so that he was mostly on top of Blaine. He planted a row of sloppy kisses from his collarbone, up to his jaw, then finally on his lips.
Blaine laughed and squirmed the whole time, quieting down by the time their lips met. His eyes quickly closed and he melted into the kiss.
"Speaking," Dean murmured between kisses, pulling back a few inches, "of the Fourth. Guess what Phoenix let slip to me earlier?" He leaned back down, kissing his lips again.
Blaine responded in turn, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss for a few long seconds, unconcerned with whatever Phoenix had told Dean. When Dean pulled back again, inhaling deeply to catch his breath, Blaine finally asked. "What?"
Another sloppy kiss on his lips, then the corner of his mouth, his cheek, and the tip of his nose, progressively getting lighter and lighter, until he pressed his lips feather-light against Blaine's closed eyelid and pulled away. Blaine opened his eyes halfway, looking up at him and waiting for an answer.
"I heard that we're all going to a fair. But we're not supposed to know about it until the day before. Exciting, right?" he asked lowly.
"Very," Blaine responded, almost a growl. He lifted his head and pushed their lips together again, but Dean quickly pulled back.
"But, seriously," he said, tone laced with excitement, "isn't this awesome? I'm so pumped! I can't-"
"Dean," Blaine cut in sharply, giving him a hard look. He raised his eyebrows pointedly.
Dean grinned sheepishly. "RIght," he said, before leaning down again to kiss the other boy again.
A/N: Aaaaand, scene. Cute cracky fluff? I think so. xD But, it's also sort of a set up for the next chapter. Hope to hear from you, my loyal reviewers (And maybe a few of you who haven't reviewed, too?)! Much love to all of you! -Shannon