"It's. So. Hot," Kurt complained. He was laying on a pool raft in his pool, the sun beating down on his heavily sunscreened chest.
"Well get in the water," Blaine said. He was splashing around in the water, trying to keep cool.
"It's not refreshing, it's like bath water," Kurt said.
Blaine stopped moving and actually felt how warm the water was. "Yeah…" he said. He pushed himself onto the pool deck and let his feet dangle in the water. "I'm hungry."
"I'm not. It's too hot for food," Kurt said.
"Well what about a popsicle?" Blaine asked.
"I guess that could be nice. Toss me that inner tube. Keep the end of the rope," Kurt said.
"Why do you even have this?"
"So you can reel me in," Kurt said with a smirk.
Blaine sighed and pulled his floating boyfriend up to the pool deck.
Kurt nimbly climbed onto the pool deck and they went into the house to explore the freezer. They opened the door and stood in front of the cold box for a good five minutes.
"Can you pick something so you don't waste electricity, please?" Burt asked.
"Sorry, Dad," Kurt replied. He grabbed two popsicles at random and closed the door. They ripped the wrappers off and revealed the colors: Kurt's was red and Blaine's was the dreaded, banana-flavored yellow.
Blaine frowned. "Do you want to trade?" Blaine asked Kurt.
"Um, not really," Kurt replied quickly. He skipped into the living room and sat down on the floor, right next to the Central Air vent.
"How is it down there?" Blaine asked, laughing.
"Lovely, come sit," Kurt replied.
Blaine lowered himself to the floor. It was significantly cooler next to the vent. After Blaine choked down his popsicle, hey spent the rest of the day next to the vent on the floor, laughing and trying their best to beat the heat.