Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I usually write in the evening or the afternoon since I'm not much of a morning person and right now that proves rather difficult. This is the one I owe you for yesterday's missing drabble but I'm not sure I'll get out another one today since it's going to be rather busy and I'll probably just fall into bed by the end of the day (and I still have to pack because I drive back home tomorrow).

These last few days I was out doing something or other most of the day and it usually was quite late when I returned so I'd basically just come in and fall asleep. It was difficult to keep my eyes open long enough to write a drabble, this is why I didn't write anything for my other story. I should have more free time to write once I'm back home, so a new chap for The Gel Wars should be up somewhere in the course of the next week.

So in case anyone's still reading this (the lack of reviews says otherwise, but what can I do about that?), rest assured that there's more to come :)

Lake

"Seriously, Blaine. You're idea of fun is spending the whole day at a lake in the middle of nowhere? It's not even that warm."

"Oh Kurt, come on. Trust me, it'll be fun. And it's warm enough."

"Blaine, it's March. And we're in Ohio. It's not warm enough."

"But the sun is shining!"

"That doesn't mean it has to be warm, honey. The sun is also shining in Siberia."

"You know what I mean! We can't waste a day like this sitting in your house with a bunch of Vogue issues!"

"Personally, I wouldn't mind that so much..."

"It's only March sun, you won't burn your precious skin."

"Probably not. The possibility that I might freeze to death is all the more likely, though."

"Kuuurt! Don't be like that. How about I'll keep you warm?"

"Depends on how you plan on doing that."

"We'll take as many blankets as we're able to get our hands on and cuddle beneath them? You know, no Burt, no Finn, no Carole..."

"Okay, okay, you had me at 'no Burt' and 'cuddle'."

"Yay! So we're going to the lake today?"

"Yes, Blaine, we're going to the lake today. Just us and a mountain of blankets."

"I think I can live with that condition."

"I hope so. Because otherwise, you can go to that lake all by yourself and freeze while I remain in my warm room reading Vogue."

"Don't worry, there'll be plenty of blankets. Can we go now?"

"Blaine, it's six in the morning. On a Saturday. I don't even know why I accepted your call. Go back to bed and sleep some more, then we can go to that lake you seem to love so much."

"But I don't want to go back to sleep without you!"

"That makes me sound like I'm your favorite teddy bear."

"That's because you are."

"..."

"Kurt, did you just aw at me or did you yawn?"

"The latter. I wanted to aw but it turned into a yawn. After all, it's six in the morning on a Saturday. We've been on the phone until two in the morning, anyway. And you couldn't wait to call at a decent hour?"

"Nope. I woke up and I thought of the lake. Since I couldn't go back to sleep and wanted to hear your voice, here we are."

"What do I do with you? If you can't go back to sleep, do your homework or something. You can sleep at the lake. Because I'm going back to sleep right this second and I most certainly won't go to any lake whatsoever before at least ten."

"..."

"Blaine, I can practically hear you pout. And it doesn't change my mind, so you might as well stop right this instant."

"..."

"Dear Gaga, okay. We're going to the lake now and we can both sleep there for a bit. Since there's not much else you can do at a lake in the middle of March. If I die of pneumonia, it's your fault. I want to have that engraved on my tombstone."

"Yippie!"

End of call