"I'm so BORED," Kurt whined as they walked down the street.
"It's summer," Blaine said simply, like that cured the boredom, swinging their hands between them. "We're together. We have nowhere to be. You need to appreciate the little things."
"I appreciate you," Kurt smirked.
"Oh ho ho," Blaine rolled his eyes. "A short joke. How original and unexpected." He saw Kurt's eyes lock on something in the distance and opened his mouth to ask when Kurt took off at a sprint, pulling his hand free.
"What?" he panted as he caught up. "Where are you going?"
"SWINGS!" Kurt yelled in response, making a sharp left and vaulting a hedge like it was nothing, running toward a large metal swingset. Blaine would have to remember to ask when he'd gotten so athletic. Later, when he wasn't tangled in a hedge, trying to figure out if he could both escape the hedge AND not fall down, which seemed impossible at the moment.
"You coming?" Kurt asked, finally turning as his feet hit woodchips, just in time to see Blaine yank his foot free of the low branches at the edge of the park and stumble a few steps before breaking into a trot, like that whole series of movements was entirely on purpose.
"Not a huge fan of swings," Blaine shrugged. "Remember how my shoulder clicks when I lift my arms up? Tragic swing accident when I was 9."
"Push me?" Kurt asked, hopping onto the nearest swing. He kicked off and Blaine chuckled as he bent his legs awkwardly on the backswing, trying to avoid dragging his feet on the ground from the seat built for someone much shorter than him.
"Harder!" Kurt called as Blaine cradled his back before pushing him with all his might. It made him a little dizzy, how high Kurt was going, and he saw him move his hands on the chains, clearly bracing for takeoff.
"Kurt, don't!" he called, but it was too late. Blaine watched him soar through the air with impossible grace, landing in a low crouch at the edge of the woodchips and quickly springing up.
"There's that moment where your stomach drops out and you feel weightless. Free," Kurt said breathlessly as he walked back to Blaine with bright eyes and flushed cheeks. "Like flying." He finally reached the swings again and walked right up to Blaine, framing his face with his hands and crushing their lips together in one fluid motion. Blaine sighed into the kiss.
Like flying.