Singing Love Songs ((KURT))

[Blaine Anderson]

Orange-tinted sunglasses concealed Blaine Anderson's brown eyes as he stepped out of the car and onto the lush green grass of Faurot Park. The warm, though not yet scalding, summer sun beat gently down on him as he collected a few belongings from the car. Ah, summer. Gone were the insufferable days of monotonous teachers yammering on about geometry or transcendentalism. These were the glory days of summer, where his only responsibility was preventing himself from getting a nasty sunburn. Speaking of...

"Oh no," Blaine said, throwing an errant head to his forehead, "I forgot to pack sunscreen. I don't suppose you'd be willing to share?" he asked as Kurt stepped out of the passenger-side door. As much as Blaine was looking forward to throwing around a frisbee and tanning his humiliatingly pale torso, it was far too early in the summer to start peeling. He had to spend enough time in the sun as it was for Six Flags. Plus, it was pretty much scientific fact that a sun-dried tomato got tipped less than a bronzed Adonis.

The curly-haired boy was pretty content to just have the afternoon to spend in blooming romance with his paramour. The pairing had likely both been somewhat surprised at the lack of time they were able to spend together in the summer so far. Kurt was helping his father in the garage, while Blaine was singing at six flags and preparing the Warblers for an even more successful season than last, which just so happened to involve beating Kurt in sectionals or regionals, but they'd consider the implications of that another time. Today, however, Kurt had convinced his father to let him off, while Blaine's shift was ended early because over half the cast of singers had a horrible outbreak of Mono. Blaine was intent to make the most of the opportunity, and had immediately sped over to Lima to pick up Kurt earlier than originally planned.

"I was thinking maybe we could toss the frisbee around for a little bit, get our suntan on, and then go for a dip in the lake unless it's too cold." he said, although his tone of voice clearly indicated that the day's activities were up for debate. He had never really seen Kurt do anything athletic, except for choreography, so he wasn't sure the other boy would find a frisbee terribly interesting, but Blaine was going to have to break him in to the world of sports somehow. It seemed more reasonable to throw around a frisbee than a football, despite Kurt's alleged brief stint on the McKinnley team. Baby steps.

tagged: Kurt
words: Some words.
notes: Bleh bleh.
lyrics: raise your glass by p!nk
credit: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o
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[rob]

oh i could hide ‘neath the wings

OF THE BLUEBIRD AS SHE SINGS
—the six o’clock alarm would never end[/center][/font]

Stepping out of Blaine’s car, Kurt fixed his Prada bag on his shoulder and smiled at the rather nice summer day, thankful that the intense and sometimes obnoxious Ohio heat hadn’t set in yet. Glancing over at Blaine, Kurt smiled just glad to be spending some time with his boyfriend, because they had both been rather busy – Blaine performing at Six Flags, while Kurt himself was still hard at work on Pip-Pip-Hooray, a musical surrounding the perky sister of Kate Middleton, while occasionally helping his dad in his shop a few days a week.

“Of course you can.” Kurt said hearing Blaine ask if he could borrow his sunscreen, reaching into bag and handing the tube of sunscreen to Blaine. “It’s a fairly strong brand, because I don’t allow my skin to get too much sun, but just enough to have an occasional glow to it.” Kurt said knowing he spent a lot of time keeping his skin as flawless as it was, including nightly skin regiments and drinking a lot of water, plus limiting the amount of sun he got and always making sure to wear sunscreen when he did go out in the sun. But, even Kurt wouldn’t mind having a slight summer glow to him, which made this trip to the park.

Dressed in a pair of Dolce and Gabbana shorts, a Prada vintage t-shirt, and a pair of Mark Jacobs’s shoes with a pair of purple Gucci sunglasses, Kurt was prepared for a rather causal, but still fashionable day out with his boyfriend. Thankfully, his dad had listened to reason and let him off his shift at the shop early, because truly, Kurt had missed Blaine being around, and any chance to spend time with him was a moment that Kurt couldn’t waste.

As Blaine’s list of events for the day, Kurt tilted his head a bit the idea of playing Frisbee with Blaine, but it didn’t seem like such a terrible idea. While Kurt wasn’t very into sports, he knew Blaine was, and he’d be willing to give it a go for Blaine, plus he had been surprisingly good at football and he had done some fairly impressive things with the Cheerios, so why not prove that he could perhaps master something other than those two things. “Well, I’m not normally that sporty, but I’d be willing to give it a try, besides how truly difficult could it be.” Kurt said with a smile as he linked his arm with Blaine’s.

“I’m just happy to be spending time with you, so if you want to play Frisbee, then we shall play Frisbee.” Kurt said with a smile as he gently kissed Blaine’s cheek. “I spot a very nice little spot over there.” Kurt said pointing to a picnic table in a good spot – facing the lake and allowing for the right mix of shade and sun.

tag: Blaine. // words: A few // notes: Summer fun with Klaine. // lyricst;; daydream believer - the monkees // credit;; STAR COLLECTOR

[Blaine Anderson]

Blaine had been somewhat surprised, really, at how difficult it was to get the couple together over the summer. Certainly, they talked on the phone or texted every day, but actually seeing each other was important as well. One would have thought that summer would be more conducive to spending all day together, but both were busy with their summer occupations, and the drive between Lima and Westerville was not a speedy one. The foundation of their relationship was strong enough to withstand it, having been built on some six months of friendship and platonic coffee dates, but that did not mean Blaine appreciated the distance.

The Warbler grinned as Kurt explained how his sun-screen was intended to provided maximum protection, allowing for a slight summer glow. His better half had always been much more conscious and saavy when it came to personal maintenance. Sure, Blaine moisturized when he remembered to, but it was clearly a less strategized plan of attack than what Kurt had. Taking the tube of sun-screen, he laughed slightly as he noted, "Trust me, that's a good thing. I burn easily, and when I do, I peel like a banana."

Kurt linked arms with Blaine, which really showed just how much he, how much both of them, had grown in the past year. When they met, Kurt was on the verge of a breakdown after being tormented at school for daring to be different. Now he was walking arm-in-arm with his boyfriend at a public park, seemiingly with no fear of an angry mob unleashing itself on the two boys. Attending Dalton, Blaine did not face the bullying that Kurt did, but he was still damaged goods in some respects. As self-assured as he appeared, the curly-haired boy had always had some deep-seated doubts about actually finding someone and not being afraid to express that.

Kurt led the pair to a picnic table, underneath a big oak tree, providing for ample shade in the event that it got too hot, but also giving them room to bronze a little bit. Along the way, the boy gushed about how happy he was to be spending the afternoon with Blaine, and while he was not particularly sporty, if he wanted to play frisbee, then they would. It was sappy and oh so cheesy, enough so that a light rouge flushed to Blaine's cheeks. Even after a few months of dating, Kurt could still totally cause the butterflies in his stomach to flutter. Blaine might have a more natural sex-appeal in the eyes of some, but Kurt certainly did have an upper-hand on the romance aspect of their relationship, as Blaine found himself practically tongue-tied, and he simply stammered out, "I love you."

As they reached the picnic table, he recalled, "Oh, before I forget. Your Dad gave me strict orders to be back by seven. He said Carole was making dinner and wanted us to come hungry." Pulling a white, medium-weight frisbee out from his bag, he turned to Kurt. "Now, have you ever thrown a frisbee before? It's not necessarily as easy as it looks," Blaine said, handing it over and taking a few steps back. "Nice and easy."

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tagged: Kurt
words: Some words.
notes: Bleh bleh.
lyrics: raise your glass by p!nk
credit: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o
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[rob]

oh i could hide ‘neath the wings

OF THE BLUEBIRD AS SHE SINGS
—the six o’clock alarm would never end[/center][/font]
Prior to the end of the school year, Kurt had imagined what summer would be like, this being the first summer he would be spending having a boyfriend, because as fun as spending summers with his dad and his friends were, spending a summer with a boyfriend was a lot more appealing and romantic. But, the summer has posed its own set rules and was attempting to make the summer nights that should be drifting away to the sound of a certain Grease tune to be anything but easy. However, Kurt kept in touch with Blaine every way he knew how – texting and phone calls were frequent, and Kurt had made the drive out to Westerville from Lima as often as he could, but despite the two hour travel time between them, Kurt was just happy to have Blaine, because after all he had been through, it felt good to have someone to hold his hand and be there for him, love him, and make him feel everything he had ever wanted to feel.

When it came to his skin, Kurt was very aware of how lucky he was to have such flawless skin, and he worked hard to maintain what nature and genes from his mom had gifted him. Nightly, Kurt would do a skin regiment that included a facial mask, moisturizer, and a full facial scrub all before bed, as well as a morning routine of a similar nature because he wanted to keep his skin as fresh and clean as possible. “Well, that should surely save you from being a banana.” Kurt chuckled as he linked their arms and glanced around for a spot for them to sit and enjoy the nice summer weather.

It felt so good to be this close to someone, especially since Kurt knew months ago, he would never had imagined he’d be here – with someone like Blaine, arms linked and enjoying a summer date. Prior to meeting Blaine, Kurt was almost at his wits end, dealing with Karofsky constantly picking on him and shoving him, basically making his life miserable. And despite it all, none of his friends understood, and they were all so busy dealing with their constant love triangles and pentagons to really care, and the staff at McKinley High was of no help, even if Coach Sylvester tried her hardest during her reign as principal, but no one understood him and he had felt just so alone, until Puck made a comment about going to spy on Dalton Academy, because “you’ll fit right in”. Who would have thought that Noah Puckerman’s idea of a jerky comment could lead to all of this? Someday down the line, Kurt would probably than Puck for this, not that it really was much of his doing as it was him taking the idea and running with it, but Puck’s comment had made Kurt curious, and so the curious little cat went to see what Dalton had in store.

As Kurt lead Blaine toward the picnic table under a few oak trees, he couldn’t help but gush about how happy he was to be spending time with his boyfriend, because every moment they were apart, Kurt missed Blaine, and having him right here – within distance to hug or kiss, made Kurt happier than he had been all week. As Blaine’s cheeks blushed, Kurt smiled softly as he couldn’t help but find it adorable when Blaine blushed, because knowing he had been the one to make the usually cool and calm Warbler blush made him feel pretty good about himself.

As Blaine uttered those three little words, Kurt’s heart skipped a beat and swelled, never once tiring of hearing those three words come from Blaine’s mouth. “I love you, too.” Kurt said knowing that no matter how many times they said it, it would never stop being true and would never stop meaning the world to him.

Once they reached the picnic table, Kurt placed his bag on the table top and turned at Blaine’s words. “Friday Night dinners are kind of special at my house, as you know.” Kurt said with a smile, recalling how the tradition had gone back years to when his mom was still alive. “I’m so glad he’s been inviting you, because it really shows he trusts you, and he wants to get to know you. You have officially beaten Rachel’s record, because it took him a lot longer to ask her to come over for a Friday Night dinner, no matter how much Finn begged and pleaded which he did – it was actually kind of sad.” Kurt said recalling how Finn would follow his dad around for hours begging to have Rachel come over for dinner on their special family dinner night, but his dad would always give him the same answer: “Maybe next week, buddy.”

However, Kurt hadn’t had to do much pleading and begging, because as soon as things between him and Blaine were solid, his dad began asking him to invite Blaine, and he had attended more Friday Night dinners than Rachel, because as much as his dad loved Rachel, he kind of enjoyed having Blaine around, especially with how happy it made Kurt having Blaine around. As Blaine pulled out the Frisbee, Kurt stared at it a moment, hoping his skills with a baton were no indication of how well he’d do with a Frisbee.

“Well, my dad tried to get me to play once with him, but I may have missed my mark and hit him in the head. But, he was fine – I think.” Kurt said recalling how he had accidentally whacked his dad in the face with a Frisbee. Hearing Blaine’s little instructions, Kurt held the Frisbee in his grasp, pulling back a little and sort of repeating the mantra of “nice and easy” over and over. With a simple toss, Kurt tossed the Frisbee right to Blaine, not hitting him or anything, sending it right into his boyfriend’s grasp. After he had tossed it, Kurt had closed his eyes a bit, before opening them and peaking to make sure Blaine hadn’t suffered the same fate as his dad.

Noticing the Frisbee in Blaine’s hands and the sort of shocked look on his face, Kurt smirked and placed his hands on his hips. “Well, that wasn’t hard.” Kurt said with a soft chuckle as he waited for Blaine to follow his lead.

tag: Blaine. // words: A few // notes: Summer fun with Klaine. // lyricst;; daydream believer - the monkees // credit;; STAR COLLECTOR

[Blaine Anderson]

Blaine smiled as Kurt told him what a big deal it was that Burt was inviting him over for Friday night dinners. It was a little surprising that Rachel's invites had been a little more sparse, but really, it made sense given Finn's sordid love life. His girlfriend changed every couple of weeks it seemed, like most of the McKinley glee club, and so it made sense that the head of the Hummel household did not exactly prioritize getting to know his lady friends. Not to mention, while Blaine liked Rachel, and even Quinn, both of them had a flare for causing more drama than even the average high school girl.

Kurt was different, and for that matter, so was Blaine. For one, the Warbler was the only boyfriend Kurt had ever had. Also, Blaine had gone somewhat out of his way to prove his sincerity to Burt, even driving out to Lima to have a one on one talk to him about Kurt. It was uncomfortable for the both of them, particularly when the topic at hand was sex, and Burt had caught Blaine asleep in Kurt's bed just a week prior, but it did say a lot about where his heart was. Looking back on it, Blaine wondered where exactly he summoned the guts to have a talk about gay sex with someone else's father, when he and his own father avoided even using the word gay.

"I'm glad that your Dad invites me, Kurt. Plus Carole is a pretty great cook. It's nice to get a home-cooked meal rather than take-out." he said, as dapperly as ever. Some teenagers might find the idea of spending even part of a Friday evening with their boyfriend's parents, but Blaine genuinely enjoyed it. He liked feeling like a part of the family. It was not that his own home life was so dysfunctional, but he was not as close to his parents as Kurt was to Burt, or even Carole really. His relationship with his parents was polite and cordial, but they certainly never had a tradition like Friday night dinners.

Blaine was not sure whether he was relieved or concerned as Kurt mentioned that Burt had once attempted to play frisbee with his son. At least he was familiar with the concept, but the whole knocking his father upside the head thing was a little troubling. Blaine braced himself, ready for an errant frisbee to launch at his face like a bazooka, but instead he found himself rather impressed as the frisbee floated right into his hands. It was not exactly a perfect spiral, but not bad at all. Blaine smiled at the boy, who was clearly proud of his humble success.

"You hustler, Kurt. What's next, you gonna con me out of my shirt playing poker?"Blaine remarked, before stepping forward to kiss the boy playfully on the forehead. Taking a few steps back to increase the distance from the last throw, he held the frisbee up, and made eye-contact with the other boy, "Now for catching, just watch the frisbee go into your hands. Once you have it, you can hold it against your chest to make sure you don't fumble it." He released the frisbee, watching it sail toward Kurt.

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tagged: Kurt
words: Some words.
notes: Bleh bleh.
lyrics: raise your glass by p!nk
credit: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o
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