Wowza. Definitely not used to writing every day anymore. I feel rusty!
(Also no I couldn't resist the title. It's four in the morning sue me)
The Bee's Knees
"Um. Kurt?" calls Blaine from the bathroom.
"Yeah?"
"Can you come in here for a sec?"
He hears Kurt putting down a pan and waits.
Kurt walks in to find him standing in front of the body-length mirror, dressed in his green swimsuit. "What- oh shit."
Blaine rubs his arm. "Yeah."
"I'm s-"
"Please don't apologize. I'll just wear long pants or something," Blaine says sheepishly.
Kurt's shoulders sag. "I'll see if I can find you something that won't be too warm."
"It's okay, babe. It was pretty much my fault when I decided to… do that."
"I hope it was worth it," says Kurt.
"The privilege of sucking your cock is definitely worth a few days of bruised knees," Blaine says, smiling, and gives Kurt a light kiss, chuckling at his blush.
"Oh, shut up."
He kisses Kurt again. "You can't make me."