AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Summer Sunshine" by The Corrs. Just a little Klaine summer fun.
Blaine pulled his car into the Berry's driveway behind a couple now familiar cars. This wasn't how he planned to spend his afternoon, he should have been sweating to death at the amusement park for the entertainment of the guests, but four cast members had come down with food poisoning resulting in the canceling of the evening shows when management couldn't get anyone to replace them. Despite the fact that he enjoyed his job, Blaine wasn't going to complain about the extra time off. He had been working late the entire week, and he missed Kurt. The unexpected evening off gave him the opportunity to surprise his boyfriend.
After talking briefly with Rachel's dads, showering the sweat and dirt that had collected on him from the two shows they did do, Blaine headed out back to the pool. Most of the New Directions had gathered and a majority of them were in the pool. The exceptions were Finn and Rachel. The former was grilling hotdogs and hamburgers on the grill, while Rachel hovered.
"Hey, man," Finn greeted looking up as Blaine stepped out onto the patio. "Kurt's out on the lounger," he said gesturing to the deep end of the pool. "He's been on that thing since we got here. Apparently dragging him out of the house hasn't improved his mood any."
"He's just missing Blaine. Give him a break," Rachel scolded.
"Easy for you to say, you don't have to live with him."
"Well, I think I can improve his mood," Blaine replied, smiling at the exchange. "You didn't tell him I was coming did you?" Blaine asked, pulling his shirt off over his head so he had on only his swim trunks.
"He doesn't suspect a thing."
Blaine nodded and headed for the pool. He made a silence gesture to his friends as they saw him, pointing toward Kurt who had his eyes closed on the lounger. The teens cooperated as Blaine dived into the pool and swam out to the lounger.
"Finn, don't you dare tip this thing again," Kurt warned, without opening his eyes as Blaine grabbed the side of the lounger.
Not saying anything, Blaine hauled himself up on the lounger, causing it to tip precariously. Kurt's eyes flew open, a moment of panic in them before he saw Blaine. Before Kurt could say anything though, Blaine was pressing his lips against the older teen's lips, silencing any intended greeting. The kiss was brief, as the shifting weight caused the lounger to tip too far to one side, sending both of them into the pool.
"That didn't go as smoothly as I planned," Blaine said as their heads broke the surface of the water.
"I don't care," Kurt replied. With one hand on the overturned lounger, Kurt moved toward Blaine to kiss him again.