This is really just because I was watching Wimbledon and I thought it would be cute for the boys to play together :)

"Yes! My point!" Kurt sang, kicking his leg up behind him as Blaine scrabbled to the other side of the court, just missing the ball. Again. "Love Forty!"

"How are you so good at this?" Blaine panted, inspecting his boyfriend who seemed to be still full of energy on the other side of the net.

"I just am!" Kurt laughed, brushing some imaginary dust off of the top of his racquet. "Come on, it's your serve." He bent his knees slightly, twisting his racquet in his hands as he waited; he looked just like the pros did when Kurt and Blaine had watched them on TV.

Blaine had played tennis before, and he'd thought himself to be pretty good, too, but never against anyone like Kurt; he was like a machine, never missing the ball and being able to hit it with more force than Blaine had thought possible from him.

Bouncing the ball a few times, Blaine glanced up at Kurt over the net. He was so elegant, even when he was sweating and panting with his face flustered from too much moving around. The image reminded Blaine of another activity where Kurt would end up in the same state, but it was definitely not tennis.

Raising the ball above his head and bringing the racquet up to meet it, Blaine served with as much effort as he could muster. He was beginning to tire now, and he groaned when he saw the ball hit the net. Grouchily he shuffled forwards and grabbed the ball as it rolled back towards him, preparing himself for a second serve and the inevitable ache in his shoulders he would get tomorrow.

At least I have a good excuse for Kurt to give me a massage later…

The thought ran into Blaine's brain just as he started his serve, making him go into a daze and out of it again within the space of a second; just as his racquet made contact with the ball.

The ball plummeted to the ground in front of the net, and Kurt squealed in delight, jumping up and down before starting a small victory dance. Blaine watched him – unable to do much else – as Kurt began to shake his hips from side to side, his hands in fists by his chest as he celebrated his win.

Shaking his head to get his attention on something else, Blaine made his way over to where they had left their bags at the side of the court, grabbing his water bottle as soon as it was within reach. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Kurt regained his composure and walked over to him, turning to face him as he swallowed.

"Sorry babe," Kurt smiled softly. "You know how competitive I get, especially at tennis."

"It's okay," Blaine returned the smile, patting his boyfriend lovingly on the back before wincing and gasping slightly.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, his eyes full of worry as he put his racquet down out the way.

"Yeah, it's just- I think I pulled a muscle in my shoulder or something." Blaine winced again as he tried to move his left shoulder.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt's hands flew to his boyfriend's shoulder, rubbing gently to try and soothe the pain anyway he could. "I'm sorry. It's my fault – I shouldn't have been so hard on you."

"It's fine, Kurt, seriously," Blaine cupped Kurt's face with his hands, ignoring the pain in his shoulder as he kissed his boyfriend gently on the lips. "It was worth it."

Okay, so I've uploaded a few drabbles tonight - which I'm proud of - so I'm gonna head off to bed. It's... quarter to midnight while I'm writing this little note, and I promised my best friend I'd go to bed at a reasonable time tonight seeing as I've stayed up until the early hours of the morning every night this week, even as late as half four. So, because the tennis went on until 11, this is a reasonable time, right? :P

Night guys xx