29th January
Carry On - fun.
"Hold my hand," Blaine demanded.
Kurt looked at him with wide eyes. "No!"
"Hold my hand," he repeated.
Kurt sighed and closed his eyes. "You're not going to let me get away with not doing this, are you?"
Blaine shook his head and offered his hand again. "You're going to love it, I promise you."
"And if I die?"
Blaine smiled softly. "You're not." He looked into his husband's eyes. "Do you trust me?"
Kurt scoffed. "Obviously." Blaine glanced down at his still outstretched hand. Kurt looked at his husband. "You really want me to do this, don't you." He sighed, screwing his eyes tight shut and gripping Blaine's hand with all of his strength.
A voice came from behind them, "right, you can go." And they jumped.
The wind was rushing past their ears. Instructions were being yelled at them. But Kurt couldn't open his eyes.
"Kurt, come on, look! It's amazing!" Blaine's excited tone almost had Kurt fooled.
"No, you can't make me, you can't!"
Blaine sighed, which was difficult going at that speed. He hated himself for saying what he said next, but he had to. "Kurt, if you don't open your eyes I'll let go of your hand and then you'll have to."
Kurt's eyes snapped open. "Fuck! Blaine! What are we doing?!"
Blaine laughed and pushed against the air to press his lips against his husband's. He pulled away. "We are kissing at 120 miles per hour."
Kurt laughed. "Shit…" He eyed Blaine quickly and then kissed him back. "Mmm." He licked his lips teasingly.
Blaine stared at him. "Stop doing that."
"Doing what?" Kurt asked innocently.
Blaine groaned. "I thought you were scared?" Kurt shrugged, still grinning. "And I know people join the mile high club, but if you continue doing that we might have to take that to its next extreme."
And all too soon they had to open their parachutes and land, travelling along the ground a bit before coming to a standstill.
"Bla-aine?"
The man in question was still trying to get his breath back. "Yes, Kurt?"
"Can we go skydiving again?"
