In case you were wondering why I changed the title, I felt like 'The Many Ways It Could've Happened' was a little too long for my liking, so I changed it to 'Klisses' because I think it's cute:)
I don't know, what do you think? TELL ME! RAWR! xD
Anyway, I got this idea because I was almost tossed into a pool numerous times today:/
Enjoy!
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Kurt drove to Santana's house on Saturday a little nervously. The New Directions were going to a pool party there – the first of the year since it had just started to get warm – and Kurt had invited Blaine almost immediately after Santana had agreed. Blaine hadn't met most of his friends yet, so he was excited to introduce him. Also, Kurt got to spend time with Blaine, and that was an opportunity that Kurt would never pass up.
Yeah, to say that Kurt had a slight crush on the curly-haired tenor would honestly be the understatement of the year.
This is why Kurt had a panic attack when he figured out that he had to wear nothing but swim trunks.
It's not that he was embarrassed about his body; the girls had told him numerous times that he looked like he was some sort of pale god. He was thin, but he sported a nicely toned body, with slightly muscular arms and very much visible abs from years of dancing and working on cars in the shop.
But...he was still afraid of Blaine seeing him shirtless.
So, he wore a black T-shirt to cover himself, and he swore that he would not be doing any swimming. Not that he would anyway – it would mess up his hair.
He got out of his car and stepped out, wearing blue swim trunks, the black T-shirt, black sandals, and black sunglasses. Locking his car, he knocked on the front door, which was opened in a second.
Santana smiled at him, clad in a red string bikini with black and brown Hawaiian flowers. "Hey there, Kurt. Where's your Dalton boy-toy?" She looked over his shoulder.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Blaine, is not my boy-toy, and he's driving his own car." He stepped in and hugged her, which she returned, and shut the door behind him.
When they got out back, Kurt's jaw nearly dropped, because Santana's backyard, much like her house, looked like a country club. The ground was paved with cream-colored cement, and probably fifty lawn chairs lined either side of the huge pool that lie in the center. The paved area was surrounded in full, green grass.
Brittany ran up and hugged him. "Dolphin!" She cried, wearing a white biking with blue polkadots.
"Hey, Boo!" Kurt said, laughing and hugging her back.
Rachel ran up to him next, followed by the rest of the Glee Club, and she was wearing a gold bikini with back design.
Kurt raised an eyebrow before hugging her and taking her hands, letting them swing between them lazily. "Wow." He said, looking at her bathing suit, and smirked. "Lookin' good, Berry." She smiled at him. "For once." Kurt teased.
Rachel laughed and looked at his T-shirt. "Yes, well, I would say the same for you, but I can't really see you." She teased back, and Kurt blushed.
"Well, I-"
"Yeah, Hummel." Santana said. "Why's you's covering up my view?" She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.
"I...just...I ran out of sunblock." Kurt recovered. "Y-Yeah, the sun's bad for my complexion." He flicked his hair back.
"Oh really? That's the real reason?" Santana smirked. "Or are you just worried about Blaine?" She sing-songed Blaine's name, and the girls all giggled.
Kurt blushed a bright red, and before he could reply, Santana suddenly pulled his shirt off, quicker than Kurt ever would've thought possible, and laughed, running away.
Kurt gasped and spun around. "Santana!" He yelled, running after her. She only laughed and ran faster. "Santana, give me my shirt!"
"Not a chance, Hummel! He's gonna see you shirtless whether you like it or not!" She yelled over her shoulder, and everyone laughed and cheered at the sight.
Kurt started to catch up with her, but Blaine would be there any minute. "Santana! I mean it! Give me my shirt right now or I swear to–Blaine." Kurt cut himself off as he ran into Blaine himself, who was looking at him suspiciously.
Kurt's jaw hung open stupidly as he stared at Blaine, embarrassed and unsure of what to do or say.
"Uh...hi, Kurt." Blaine said. "What's going-"
"Hey Dalton boy!" Santana called. Blaine turned. "Catch! And don't let him have it!" She said, tossing Blaine Kurt's shirt.
Blaine caught it easily, and looked at it for a second, confused, and then smirked, understanding. "Oh, I get it now." He said, still smirking, and pulled the shirt away when Kurt reached for it.
Kurt couldn't help but smile. "Blaine, give me my shirt." He said sternly.
Blaine stepped back and held the shirt behind his back. "Uh-uh." He said. Kurt reached for the shirt, but Blaine jumped back again. "You want?" Blaine teased. "Then come get it." He said, and ran off, laughing.
Kurt ran after him. "Blaine! Give me my shirt, c'mon!" He laughed the words.
"In your dreams!" Blaine called back. "Hey Finn! Hey Brittany! Hey Mercedes! Hey Rachel!" He greeted each as he ran by, and they all waved, laughing.
"Blaine!" Kurt screamed as he got closer, and jumped, tackling him, and they both fell to the ground. Blaine fell on his back, Kurt's shirt under him in his hands, and Kurt fell on top of him so that they were chest-to-chest, both breathing heavily.
Blaine smirked. "Well hello there, come here often?" He joked.
Kurt scoffed, and put a hand on either side of Blaine, pushing himself up and curving his back. "Blaine, give me my shirt."
"Why?" Blaine laughed he word, still smirking up at Kurt, and his heart skipped a beat at the way Kurt looked when he was looking down at Blaine like that, intensity in his eyes, his back curved upwards, and his bare, toned chest heaving.
Kurt sighed and rolled off of him. "Because..." Kurt started, and then sighed, leaning back on his hands. "Because. I'm..."
"Embarrassed?" Blaine tried, sitting up and looking at him.
Kurt sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his chin on his knees. "Yeah."
"Don't be. You should be proud of how you look." Blaine said.
"Easy for you to say." Kurt mumbled, glancing at Blaine's tanned, toned body.
"Stop it right there." Kurt looked up. "Don't ever compare yourself to someone else. You're very attractive, Kurt." Blaine heard himself saying, and then mentally smacked himself when he saw Kurt blush.
Kurt blinked. "I...I am?"
Blaine looked away, blushing. "Well, uh...I...yeah...y-you are." Blaine stuttered, and everyone immediately started their own conversation to stay out of it, and to give the boys some privacy.
"What about me is attractive?"
Blaine's eyes widened, and he looked back over at Kurt, who was now sitting criss-cross-applesauce, looking at him curiously with his head tilted.
"Uh...well...you're...your eyes are really...really beautiful..." Kurt blushed.
"Oh?" Kurt asked, looking down at his hands shyly.
"Yeah." Blaine said, sliding closer. "They are. And...so are you." He added, and Kurt looked up again.
"Y-You think I'm beautiful?" Kurt voice cracked.
Blaine smiled a little. "Yeah...I do."
Kurt smiled shyly and looked at the ground between them, and Blaine thought that the way his eyelashes fluttered, just barely covering his eyes as he tucked his head, was absolutely adorable.
"Thank you, Blaine. That's very sweet."
Blaine laughed a little, and he couldn't help but rake his eyes over Kurt for a minute, admiring how toned he was.
Kurt giggled. "Why are you staring at me?"
Blaine looked up into his eyes, stuttering and embarrassed. "Uh..."
"Blaine." Kurt said, biting his lip. "You're blushing." He giggled, and Blaine scowled.
"OK. That's it. You're going in the pool." Blaine said, standing up and grabbing Kurt around the waist.
Kurt gasped as Blaine lifted him. "Blaine, no! Put me down! Blaine!" He yelled, though he was smiling.
"Nope!" Blaine said, continuing to walk towards the pool.
"BLAINE ANDERSON! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!" Kurt screamed, kicking frantically, and everyone turned to his screams, and started laughing when they saw what was going on.
Blaine made it to the edge of the pool. "Say your prayers, Hummel!"
"BLAINE!" Kurt screamed once more before Blaine threw him into the water with a loud splash. Kurt gasped at the temperature and jumped. "Oh my God, that's cold!" He yelled, and Blaine laughed. "Not funny, Blaine!" He said, flicking his wet bangs off of his forehead.
"Oh, it's very funny, Kurt." Blaine laughed.
"You bastard." Kurt teased.
"Language, Mr. Hummel!"
Kurt tried to scowl, but he couldn't help but smile at that, and he made his way to the edge of the pool, crossing his arms on the ground and placing his chin on them. He looked up at Blaine suggestively. "Blaine." He said, and Blaine looked at him. Kurt smirked and beckoned him with one finger. Blaine swallowed, but moved closer, kneeling in front of Kurt.
"You're gonna pull me in, aren't you?" Blaine said.
Kurt shook his head slowly. "Nope." He said, and pushed himself up, straightening his arms to lift himself, his body dripping, and captured Blaine's lips with his.
Blaine gasped, but certainly didn't fight it, and snaked his arms around Kurt's waist, pressing their bodies flush together. The New Directions cat-called and wolf-whistled, but the two boys didn't notice as Blaine stood up, pulling Kurt with him and never breaking the kiss.
Kurt slid his hands up to Blaine's shoulders, and they finally broke apart for air.
Blaine smirked. "Well, on that note, you are freaking gorgeous, Kurt."
Kurt laughed. "And why are you telling me this?"
"What, I can't tell my boyfriend he's gorgeous?" Kurt flushed with happiness at that word; boyfriend. "OK, then." Blaine teased. "How about hot? Or drop-dead sexy? Either of those work for you?" He smirked.
Kurt giggled and kissed him again. "I think I like beautiful."
Blaine smiled. "Alright then, Beautiful, would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?" He asked, and Kurt smiled to math his.
"Yes, yes I would."
Kurt shirt lay on the ground, forgotten.
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