"Yoooou can stand under my umbrella-ella-ella, eh eh eh, under my um—" Blaine sang, laughing against Kurt's hand as it closed over his mouth.
"Stooooppp," Kurt groaned. "You're such a cheeseball."
"A cheeseball who is always prepared," Blaine smiled, tapping on the handle of the umbrella he held over them as they walked through the McKinley parking lot. "And who is saving you from the disaster of your hair getting wet. But I can just go on without you," he shrugged, quickening his pace a little and laughing as Kurt latched onto his arm with a squeak.
"Don't you dare, Blaine Anderson. You know I'll be on my ass if I walk any faster in these shoes," Kurt warned. "Besides," he snorted. "I think you'd be worse off in the hair department. All the gel runoff would probably taint the Lima water supply."
"Oh really?" Blaine stopped walking, raising an eyebrow in challenge before giving Kurt a big, innocent smile. "Let's find out." He tossed the umbrella to the ground and picked Kurt up by the waist, spinning the squealing boy in circles as the raindrops covered them.
"You're crazy," Kurt yelled, watching as Blaine spun, head tossed back, laughing into the rain.
"But you love me," Blaine said, not opening his eyes.
"Well I'm crazy, too."