Cold Showers
There's absolutely nothing for them to do.
It's summer, so hot they don't even feel like moving. The AC is not working as well as it should. They've tried having hot, sweaty sex, but it ended up being more gross than anything else.
So they're lying in front of the fan, sighing in turn when it blows slightly less warm air at their direction.
"I need ice cream," moans Kurt.
"I need to shower in ice cream," Blaine mumbles back, closing his eyes. Ew, even his eyelids are sweaty.
"That's disgusting, B."
"You'd lick it off."
"Shut up."
Blaine sighs, because the fan is facing him for a few precious moments.
"We could go to the beach," suggests Blaine when the fan leaves him.
"I'd just get sunburned. Besides, too many people."
He grunts affirmatively.
"We could go take a cold shower, though," says Kurt, looking at Blaine through half-lidded eyes.
Blaine gulps, eyes fluttering open. "I don't think we'd be able to keep it 'cold'."
"Well, I wouldn't necessarily object that. I bet it'd be better than sweating like pigs the entire time," he says, scrunching up his nose.
"Although we will have to get up."
"Nooo," Kurt groans.
"We have to motivate ourselves to get up. Come on, shower will be worth it, cold water… no smell of sweat…"
"You're gonna need to try a little harder than that, B," chuckles Kurt.
"I'll blow you?"
"Getting closer," says Kurt, letting his eyelids drop.
"You can wash my hair?"
"Ding ding ding ding!" announces Kurt, and groans as he sits up too quickly and waits for his blood to relocate.
"Race you to the shower/?"
Blaine just laughs when he jumps up.