"This is ridiculous," Blaine whined. Blaine had spilt his coffee all over the interior of Kurt's car and as a punishment he had to clean out the entire inside of Kurt's beloved Range Rover, along with wash the outside of the car. The sun was shining and it was perfect car-washing weather but Blaine, being the untidy person he is, was still miserable. He had offered to clean the interior, but somehow Kurt's puppy dog eyes had suckered him into washing the entire car.
"You're the ridiculous one who spilt his coffee in my car," Kurt said.
"You were driving recklessly," Blaine retorted.
"I was avoiding a bird in the road," Kurt said.
"Kurt, that bird looked a lot like a leaf," Blaine said, giggling.
"It was a reasonable mistake. It was small, brown and moving in the road," Kurt complained. Blaine finished with the interior and filled the bucket to wash the outside. He squirted the soap in and began begrudgingly washing the car. Meanwhile, Kurt was sitting on the lawn with the latest issue of Vogue on his lap. Blaine picked up the soapy sponge and aimed it at Kurt. "Don't even think about it Anderson. This is a new shirt," Kurt said, not even looking up. Blaine rolled his eyes and continued washing the car. Once it was washed, he just had to rinse it. He aimed the hose at the car, but missed completely and hitting Kurt square on. Kurt looked up in shock. "You're dead!" Kurt yelled, getting up, dripping wet.
"It was an accident!" Blaine exclaimed.
"Yeah, right!" Kurt grabbed the soapy sponge and hummed it at Blaine, hitting him square in the face.
"It's on, Hummel!" Blaine yelled, going after him with the hose. Ten minutes later, both boys were laying on the ground, soapy, soaking wet and laughing hysterically.