It was a perfect summer day. Blaine sat in Kurt's yard in the middle of a soft, grassy patch while he watched Kurt clean the pool. "Are you sure you don't need any help?" Blaine asked him.
Kurt was balancing on the edge of the pool, scooping leaves out with a net with a long handle. He was dripping with sweat and his face was beet red. "I'm sure. We only have one net," Kurt said, laughing. "And plus, I'm almost done." It was only a few more minutes until Kurt descended the stairs to the pool deck and held his hand out to Blaine. "Let's go inside and get changed so we can go swimming," Kurt said. He pulled Blaine to his feet.
"Race you!" Blaine said, darting off towards the house.
"Not fair!" Kurt yelled, running after him.
Blaine was in the lead until he tripped over a rather odd-looking lawn gnome that Kurt had always called an eyesore.
Kurt ran to his side. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Blaine had rolled off his stomach, but was now laying on his back in the grass, laughing hysterically.
"You're bleeding!" Kurt exclaimed, pointing to Blaine's leg, where blood was leaking from a small cut.
Blaine was still laughing hysterically. "I can see why you hate that thing so much now!" Blaine laughed.
Kurt burst into a fit of giggles, glad that Blaine was okay. "Come on, let's go swimming," Kurt said, pulling Blaine to his feet once again. Once Blaine was bandaged up, they spent a lovely afternoon in the pool together.
That evening, Kurt threw the lawn gnome in the garbage.