So I tried writing in first person, but I just think I'm better with third. I mean, please tell me what you think but yah :P
Inspired from my last fiction :)
DISCLAIMER- I don't own Glee or Teenage Dream or Poker Face or any of that stuff
"Kurt..." whined Blaine, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist. If he was being honest, he just wanted an excuse to... Fully appreciate, Kurt's tank top and capri ensemble.
It was a few weeks into summer and while the excitement of getting to spend every waking moment with each other probably would never die, they were running out of boredom-battling activities.
Kurt raised an eyebrow, twisting around. His face was now inches from Blaine's. He wrapped his arms around the boy's neck, smiling slyly.
"Yes?"
Blaine shuddered quietly, stroking the countertenor's back.
"Well I was about to say I was bored but obviously you already have a idea for entertainment,"
"Hmmmmmm"
Their lips met fiercely. Blaine gently pushed Kurt into a lawn chair, soaking in the bright sunlight as they continued. Blaine was basically in his boyfriend's lap when...
"Just dance! Gonna be okay... dah Doo dah Doo Just dance! Spin that record babe!" Kurt's phone buzzed sporadically in his back pocket. Blaine let out a moan.
"Ignore the Gaga!"
Sighing, Kurt disentangled their limbs, moving the shorter boy to perch on his knee. Sighing, he pressed answer.
"Hello?" he breathed. He grinned, clutching his mouth.
"Oh hey dad!"
Both boys' cheeks grew warm, choking on laughter. While Burt was happy to see his son happy, he didn't seem to amused when the boys made each other too happy. Blaine winked, moving to touch his lips to Kurt's collarbone.
"Mhmm. Yah I'm at the house," the pale diva batted at his boyfriend's assaults, meekly trying to fight him off.
"Yes Father, Blaine is here." Kurt giggled a little as Blaine's jaw rubbed against his shoulder. He pressed the phone against his chest for a quick moment.
"Blaine Anderson, you have no idea how distracting that is!" he squealed in a hushed tone.
"Sorry, darling. Can't resist." Blaine smiled. He sat back, fiddling with a piece of his darling's dark locks. It was devastatingly silky, not unlike Kurt's coffee order- grande non-fat mocha.
"I think we can continue to behave ourselves, Dad" Kurt muttered, sarcasm coloring his voice. Blaine's bushy eyebrows wiggled villainously. Between his boredom and how very handsome his boyfriend looked in his summery outfit. The plan formed in his mind; The Ultimate Distraction.
"Oh we can?" the junior purred. He leaned forward slowly, his eyes holding his victim's fearful glare. Kurt gritted his teeth and shoved the attacker off, using little force.
Or so he thought.
Blaine flew off his throne, flying through the air.
SPLASH!
"Oh gosh! Oh gosh Dad I have to go, I might have killed Blaine, I pushed him into the pool," Kurt howled with laughter. He hung up the phone as Blaine surfaced from beneath the shallow kiddie pool water.
"Kurt. Elizabeth. Hummel." He cried, shaking out his soaked curls. Water dripped from his neon blue capris and sunny tank top.
Kurt giggled hysterically. "P-present!" He quipped. Blaine only glared.
"This means war," he growled. And he lunged.
Shrieking, Kurt ran to escape his boyfriend's reach. Blaine began cackling as his arms found purchase around his love's waist.
"Noooo!" yelped the older boy. Using all his strength, Blaine held Kurt just above the water's surface.
"Mercy?" he choked, kissing his captor's jaw in a feeble attempt at distraction. Blaine responded enthusiastically. Victory oozed from Kurt's touches until the younger boy slowed down. Blaine pressed his lips to his prisoner's nose, smirking.
"Never," he whispered.
Suddenly Kurt was surrounded by water. With a shrill scream, he launched himself out of the mess, tripping onto the grass.
Blaine was on his knees, laughing uncontrollably. His boyfriend simply glared at him, stalking into the house.
"Honey!" Blaine wheezed. "I'm sorry... You're just... Soaked!" A fit of hysteria overwhelmed him.
Kurt, although he was wearing his best "bitch please" expression, looked thoroughly adorable. Water had caused his ebony and white shirt to cling to his chest, his pink pants to turn magenta and cutest of all, his hair to flatten across his forehead like chocolate shavings.
"I'm going to change," He sighed, his expression slightly forgiving. Blaine caught the teen's wrist as he turned to leave.
"Forgive me?" he murmured. Kurt's cheeks turned red.
It shouldn't be allowed for him to use his eyes like that! He thought.
"Come on, let's go see if I have anything that might fit you,"
Kay so that definitely was supposed to be the ring-tone stoy... But those boys had other ideas :P oh well I'll try again next time. Also, if your looking for like yah know M rated stuff, I'm not the author to read... I'm a bit of a innocent like Kurt during Sexy, so just try and bare the romantic fluff. Thanks for reading! 3 Klisses and Klugs to all!