The Wager
The purr of the two motors danced through the air, jiving with the musical honks of mallard ducks and waltzing with the quiet ripples that graced the crystal blue surface of the pond. With the exception of a family of three eating a picnic lunch across the water, the two boys stood alone in the small neighborhood park. Of course, that was neither surprising nor extraordinary; Ohio State University was hosting an exhibition football game on that particular Saturday, so the whole of Lima sat glued to their televisions.
These two boys seized this opportunity to enjoy a quiet, peaceful afternoon—at least, it was peaceful, until the unthinkable happened.
SPLASH!
"Blaine!" Kurt whined. "Look what you did!"
Blaine gaped indignantly. "What I did? You most definitely crashed your boat into mine, not the other way around."
"Oh please," Kurt scoffed. "I was nowhere near you! I was going straight, and then you came out of nowhere." He noticed Blaine stifling a rather broad smirk. "What?"
With a shake of his curly head, the other boy replied, "Nothing."
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Kurt pointed an accusing finger at Blaine, and then he gestured toward the slowly sinking remote-controlled boat.
"No!" Blaine tried to look sincere, but his flood of snickers could be contained no longer.
"Then why are you laughing?" Kurt placed his hands on his hips, looking particularly diva.
Blaine gave in. "Sweetie, you stopped going straight long before I came along."
Kurt's brow wrinkled momentarily, and then he gasped. "Blaine Anderson!" He slapped the boy in question on the arm. "You are so juvenile!"
Blaine flinched. "Sorry. I suppose I need to stop spending so much time with Wes and David."
Kurt sighed, turning back to face the water. "Well, what do we do now?"
Blaine draped an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. "I think I should steer my boat back here, and, since I clearly won the race, you should keep up your end of our bet."
The bitch, please glare that Kurt aimed at Blaine was absolutely terrifying. "One, you cheated, because you sunk my boat. Two, you did not in fact win the race, because if you look closely, your ship has failed to reach the other side of the pond thus far. Three, if you think I'm going give up that easily, you have clearly never met me."
Blaine smirked and cocked a single triangular eyebrow. Then he removed his arm from around Kurt and, using the remote-controller in his hands, began to direct his tiny boat toward the family on the opposite side of the water.
"No way!" Kurt exclaimed, making a grab for the electric unit. "No fair!"
Blaine jerked away from Kurt's hands. "Hey, no cheating, Hummel! I'm going to get my ship there and back, before yours, and you are going to concede that I am the better the helmsman!" With that, he ran alongside the bank of the pond, determined to win.
Kurt tore after his boyfriend. "Blaine Warbler Anderson! You get your sorry butt back here!" Despite his longer legs, Kurt was unable to catch up to Blaine in skinny jeans. Blaine's boat touched the sandy shore of the pond. Its owner snatched it up, waving apologetically to the family, and took off again, racing for the car. He reached it a minute and half later, collapsing against the door, Kurt still on his heels. He dug in his pockets, fumbling for his keys, and managed to unlock the door when Kurt was only ten yards away. He jumped inside and slammed the door shut behind him, locking it.
Kurt banged on the side of the car. "Blaine, what the hell? Let me in!"
Blaine rolled down the window. "I'll unlock the car when you admit that I won."
Kurt pouted. "But..."
Blaine shook his head, his eyebrow raised once more. "I'm waiting."
Kurt groaned in an annoyed sort of way. "Fine. Blaine, you win."
The smirk that played across Blaine's face widened. "Excellent." He pushed a button on the door, and jerked his head toward the interior. "Come on in."
Rolling his eyes, Kurt slouched to the passenger door and climbed in. He was greeted by a gleeful kiss from Blaine, who then started the car and began driving. Kurt was apprehensive; he knew exactly where Blaine was headed, and he desperately didn't want to go through with it. He had resigned himself to his fate, though, when Blaine pulled up in the driveway of the Hudson-Hummel residence.
Ignoring Blaine, Kurt exited the vehicle and walked slowly to his front door, regretting ever making that stupid wager in the first place. Blaine caught up to him, wrapping his arms around the taller boy's waist. The two moved in the tandem into the house, greeted by the sight of Finn and Burt settled on the couch, eyes locked on the large television screen before them, a beer in Burt's hand. Kurt tried to duck up the stairs, but Blaine kept his firm hold on the boy and steered him toward a chair. Blaine sat first, and Kurt perched himself on his lap.
That ripped the attentions of the two on the couch away from the television. "Hey man, not here. I'm trying to watch the game!" Finn whined.
Kurt glared at him. "Then I suppose this will be your punishment for the whole Facebook debacle." He heard Blaine snort appreciatively behind him.
Burt looked as though he was about to object, but he simply shrugged and turned back to the game. "Had that coming, Finn."
The oversized teenager grumbled, but he, too, returned his attention to the screen—but only for a moment. His head whipped back to gawk at Kurt. "Wait a minute—what are you doing down here, watching a football game? Why aren't you still at the park, or up in your room making out?"
Burt shifted uncomfortably, but said nothing.
Blaine barked out a laugh. "Kurt bet me that he could get his motorboat to the other side of the pond before I could, and he was sadly mistaken. So now he has to sit through the rest of the game—without complaining."
Choosing to ignore that last statement, Kurt glowered up at the ceiling. "Yeah, but only because you cheated."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Guys, shut up!" Burt's eyes left the screen once more. "Halftime is almost over."
That caught Finn and Blaine's attentions. The latter shifted so he could see around the boy in his lap. Soon, the Buckeyes were kicking off to their rivals, the University of Michigan Wolverines. Burt and Finn hissed in disapproval as the special teams' receiver ran the kick-off back for a thirty-five-yard gain.
Blaine shrugged. "I'm an OSU fan, but I've never had anything against Michigan. They've got a great theatre program there."
Slowly, so slowly, Burt and Finn turned their heads to gaze in awe at the curly-headed boy. "What did you say?" Finn whispered.
Blaine's eyes widened in fear. "I don't get the whole rivalry. I mean, OSU does have a better football team, so there's really no point."
After a few more uncomfortable moments, the two on the couch returned their gazes to the game, muttering things under their breaths that went along the lines of "such blasphemy in my house" and "hobbit's batshit crazy."
Kurt merely snickered, and leaned back, his head resting on Blaine's shoulder. "You know, if you keep creating awkward, violent tensions, I could get used to football."
"Thanks, mock my pain and fear."
"Every chance I get." The two kissed rather passionately, only to be interrupted by the screams of Kurt's father and stepbrother—apparently, the Buckeyes had just intercepted the ball.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Boys."
So, shout-out to Horsegahl for the boats prompt. I know I kind of deviated away from that prompt, but I've never been good with staying on point.
Okay, so yesterday was one of the best days I've ever had. It started out with my waking up to my POTTERMORE EMAIL and my STARKID SUNGLASSES! So now I can chill out in the Ravenclaw common room with my maple, ten-and-three-quarter-inches, unyielding wand wearing purple shades like DCriss. I also went on a fantabulously fun trip with my youth group, and spent a while watching the Starkid Charity Rockout 2011 on UStream. All in all, one of the best Saturdays I've had in a while.
I've FINALLY finished watching season two of Glee, so now I am UBER-PUMPED for season three!
And I've only procrastinated for a day and a half on the mountain of homework that I have, so I better go now.
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