Sorry for the late update. I was busy moping around because I got a really bad part in my drama club's play. I have two lines and then I die. But now I'm happy, because I get write fanfiction backstage with OhMyGagaIt'sKlaine! We're currently working on a collab story that should up sometime this month. Also, I have turned on anonymous reviews. So if you're anon, feel free to tell me what you think!
Nfl19 gave me this word. This ended up short and silly, but I like it. I hope you do too! Review please! I love you all!
Drabble #37-Paints
For once in his life, Kurt Hummel was wearing a plain t-shirt. He scowled down at his outfit, but reminded himself that no one he knew was going to drive down his street at 6:30 AM on a saturday and see him sitting in his front yard. Plus, he was not, under any circumstances, going to wear something of any value while painting. Blaine however, did not have the same concerns for his clothes, as he was sitting cross-legged on Kurt's lawn squirting out paint of every color of the rainbow onto his palette rather recklessy, splattering it on his Gryffindor t-shirt. Kurt snickered and turned back to his own blank canvas. He gazed up at the oranges, purples, and pinks of the sunrise, choosing his colors accordingly. Just as he was about to make his first brushstroke, Blaine broke the peaceful silence.
"Hey Kurt? Why are we out here painting at 6:30 AM again?" Kurt sighed. Blaine really was like a small child sometimes.
"Blaine, honey, we've been over this. I wanted to paint the sunrise, and the sunrise happens early. So to get a proper view of it, we had to go outside."
"But I'm sleepy!" Blaine whined.
"Blaine, you said you wanted to do this. So just paint a pretty picture, alright?"
"I already finished mine! See?" Blaine said, proudly holding up his work. On it was a cat with a pink Poptart for a body and a rainbow trail behind it.
"Oh my gaga. You painted the Nyan cat? Seriously? I'm turning around now." Kurt picked up his brush again and began swirling it across the canvas. He got about two minutes of painting until he was interrupted again by Blaine tapping him on the shoulder. Kurt turned around and raised his eyebrows in question.
"I think your shirt could use a little color." Blaine said deviously and swiped his brush across Kurt's shirt, leaving a long streak of pink before Kurt knew what was happening. He gave Blaine a death stare.
"Oh, that was a mistake on your part, mister, let me tell you that..." Kurt said, standing up and advancing toward Blaine, brandishing his brush like a knife.
"But Kurt! It's just a white t-shirt, you don't care about that!" Blaine pointed out, hoping Kurt wouldn't try to murder him with paint.
"Oh, you're right." Kurt said and sat back down on his stool. He sat there for a few seconds, until he came to his senses. "Hey! Wait a second! You still deserve revenge!" Kurt grabbed his brush again and Blaine yelped. Never mind that it was the threat of paint, Kurt made it scary. Blaine jumped behind a flower for protection. Kurt laughed lightly and lunged at Blaine, streaking the paintbrush across his cheek.
From there, it became an epic paint battle. Orange paint was flung across the yard, a blue handprint appeared on Blaine's jeans, purple was dotted on Kurt's nose, and the white t-shirt ended up having almost no trace of white. In a moment of complete craziness, Blaine threw paint in Kurt's hair. Kurt stopped laughing and glared at Blaine.
"Blaine. What did you just do?" Kurt hissed.
"Um...I made your hair artistic?" Blaine offered weakly.
"Oh mother of Gaga...do you have any idea how long it took to style my hair this morning?"
"Yes, actually. I watched you do it this morning, remember?" Blaine answered simply. Kurt sighed.
"Rhetorical question, sweetie, rhetorical question."
"Aha! You still used a pet name! That means you're not really mad at me!" Blaine said joyously. Kurt smiled adoringly at him.
"Of course I'm not. I would dump glue in my hair for you."