Song: Put Your Records On – Corinne Bailey Rae
Date: 11.03.12
A/N: I realise that this ended up being fairly similar to a oneshot I read a little while ago. But I really can't remember who it was by. So if it was you, then let me know and I will credit you. :D
"Blaine, what are you doing?"
Kurt was lying on the patio in his back yard. There really wasn't much else he could be doing. It. Was. Too. Hot. And here Blaine was, hunched over a textbook.
"Work."
"Why?"
"Because otherwise I'll fail?"
"Yeah, but it's so hot!"
"And so that means that deadlines don't matter?" Blaine answered snappily.
Fine, be like that, Kurt thought. But then he had an idea. He began softly singing.
Three little birds, sat on my window,
And they told me I don't need to worry,
Blaine didn't look up from his work, but Kurt could see he was smiling.
Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet,
Little girls double dutch on the concrete,
Blaine wanted to look up; he really did. But this paper was due in 2 days.
Maybe sometimes,
We've got it wrong but it's alright,
The more things seem to change,
The more they stay the same,
Blaine snapped his book shut. Sod the work. He joined in.
Oh, don't you hesitate,
Kurt smiled as his boyfriend joined him in dancing across the patio. Mission accomplished.
Girl, put your records on,
Tell me your favourite song,
Just go ahead let your hair down,
Sapphire and faded jeans,
I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead let your hair down,
Blaine spun Kurt and dipped him.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow,