"Cut it out!" Kurt yelled as he was hit with a huge splash of water, courtesy of Blaine. The boys were spending a weekend at Blaine's grandparents' cabin on a lake. They had both decided to cautiously venture into the murky water for a quick swim. Kurt then felt something hit his leg and yelped. "I'm getting out now. Have fun in the toxic pond by yourself," Kurt said, hoisting himself onto the dock and drying himself off with his towel. He watched for a few minutes until Blaine decided he was cold and got out of the water. They were wandering back to the cabin when Kurt noticed something on Blaine's right leg. "What's that?" Kurt asked. Blaine looked down and almost screamed. He wasn't usually afraid of bugs, but attached to his leg was a squirming black leech.
"Uh oh," Blaine breathed. Blaine hobbled over to retrieve a stick located only slightly off the path and used it to gently brush off the bug into the woods. Kurt, paralyzed with fear, was useless. "At least it didn't puncture the skin yet," Blaine said.
"That was terrifying," Kurt said, still shaking.
"Kurt, it was just a leech. They used to use them for healing…" Blaine was quickly cut off.
"No, I mean, I'd be really upset if it had hurt you. Because no one should ever be able to do that," Kurt said. Blaine smiled, pecked Kurt on the lips, took his hand, and the two boys walked hand in hand back to the cabin, away from the bugs.