It was a warm summer day and Kurt and Blaine were going to spend it at a local pond. Blaine pulled into the sandy parking lot and went to work getting something from his trunk. He emerged from behind the vehicle carrying a box and two fishing poles. "What are those?" Kurt asked.
"They're fishing poles, silly! I'm going to teach you to fish today!" Blaine sounded much more excited than Kurt would have wanted. Kurt went to protest, but Blaine grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the dock on the lake. They both sat down, dangling their feet into the water. Blaine readied Kurt's fishing pole and began sorting through the box. He pulled out a smaller, rather innocent-looking little box, opened it and held up its contents. "This is your bait. You have to put it on the hook," Blaine said, attempting to hand Kurt a squirming pink worm.
"You're hilarious," Kurt said. Blaine just stared at him with a bright smile. "Oh my God you're not kidding. Why can't you do it?" Kurt asked.
"Because baiting your hook is like the fisherman's rite of passage," Blaine said.
"I'm a future Broadway diva, not a fisherman," Kurt said. Blaine continued to stare and smile, occasionally batting his eyelashes. "Fine!" Kurt said, seizing the worm and quickly skewering it onto the hook. "Not bad," Blaine said, examining Kurt's work. Blaine showed Kurt how to cast his line into the water and the two boys sat peacefully for about twenty minutes with their lines in the water until Kurt's line jerked forward. Before Kurt could even let out a startled shriek, Blaine seized the fishing pole and reeled in a squirming fish, about a foot long.
"Congratulations Kurt, you caught your first fish!" Blaine said, leaning in and kissing his boyfriend.
"Yeah, thanks, can you throw it back?" Kurt asked. Blaine laughed, gently unhooked the fish, and threw it back into the lake. Even though Kurt was still slightly wary of the idea of fishing, the boys had a lovely afternoon together.