"Blaine? Are you home?" Kurt asked through a crack in the door. It was a warm summer afternoon and Blaine had invited Kurt over to go swimming in the pool. Usually Blaine greeted Kurt at his car enthusiastically, but today there was no sign of him, except for the sound of the radio tuned to the classical music station coming from inside the house. Kurt had gone up to the door and knocked. No answer. He had cracked the door open and peeked inside. There was no sign of life anywhere. "Are you okay Blaine? Where are you?" Kurt asked. He rounded the corner into the living room to see Blaine standing in the middle of the floor with his back to him, playing the violin. So it wasn't the radio, it was Blaine all along. Kurt waited for a few minutes until the song ended and then applauded enthusiastically. Blaine jumped at the sound. "Oh! Sorry Kurt, I didn't know you were here!" Blaine said, running up to him and giving him a kiss.
"I didn't know you play the violin!" Kurt said, admiring the instrument that was still in Blaine's hand.
"That's because I didn't tell you," Blaine said. "I've been playing since I was six."
"But why didn't you tell me? That was incredible!" Kurt asked.
"Because you never asked!" Blaine said. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"You're hilarious," Kurt said sarcastically. "Now play something else!"
"How about later? I'm sweaty and kind of in need of a swim," Blaine replied, rubbing his neck. At a closer look, Kurt could see that the spot where the violin was resting on Blaine's neck was pink and sweaty. Kurt sighed.
"Fine, but you have to play me something later. Now just let me go cha…BLAINE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Before Kurt could react, Blaine had flung him over his shoulder and was hauling him out to the pool. Kurt tried to break free, but Blaine (not before emptying Kurt's pockets of his cell phone and his wallet) tossed him effortlessly into the pool, clothes and all.
"Very funny, Anderson. Now help me out," Kurt demanded. Blaine reached his hand out and Kurt yanked him into the pool along with him.