blaine can't dance
Title: blaine can't dance
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship, Fluff
Word Count: 873
Characters/Pairings: Blaine, Quinn, Kurt, Mercedes (Kurt/Blaine)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Just a summer picnic in the park.
A/N: "Quinn/Blaine (friendship), summer"; I see this as taking place post S3 (so post graduation)
"You look good in yellow," he says as they walk across the grass.
"Yeah?" she replies, glancing down and fluttering the skirt of her dress.
He nods. "Very summery."
She grins up at him and he returns it, swinging the small cooler between them.
They come to a stop a minute later and he sets the cooler on the ground as she unfolds the blanket in her arms, kneeling to spread it over the grass.
"I feel like only you two would come up with the idea to have a picnic in the park," she murmurs, straightening the corners and flicking off a bit of dirt.
"Everyone complains there's nothing to do in Lima," he says with a shrug. "I say you just have to take advantage of what you have."
She smiles as she settles on the blanket, tucking her legs underneath her as she reaches into the cooler for the thermos of lemonade.
"That's always been one of the things I like about you, Blaine," she says as she pours some into a cup, "you just seem to go with the flow."
He just smiles and shrugs again, pulling his iPod from his pocket.
"Where are they, anyway?" she asks, staring around the park with a small frown on her face. A breeze sweeps past, the warm summer air tossing her hair around her head.
"They'll be here soon," he says, staring intently at the small device in his hands. "Kurt went to the mall to get something for his dad for Father's Day."
His face clears as music begins to float from the small speakers and he lays it on the blanket as he lifts his gaze to her.
"What, you don't want to spend time with me?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at her and pretending to be offended.
She gives him a look. "Shut up."
He smirks as he pushes to his feet and then extends a hand to her.
She looks at his hand and then up to his face, one eyebrow arched. "Seriously?"
"Why not?"
She shakes her head as she sets her cup down and allows him to pull her to her feet.
"You might be one of the weirdest guys I've ever met," she says as he leads her off the blanket.
"No offense to them, but looking at the guys you know, I might be the most normal," he counters, wrapping one arm around her waist.
She giggles softly and he grins as they begin to dance, swaying and turning as the wind ruffles their hair and the skirt of her dress.
He twirls her and her feet catch in the grass, making her stumble into his chest. Her arm circles his neck in a vain attempt to keep from falling but gravity is too much and they tumble to the ground.
He lands on top of her, forcing a loud grunt from them both, and then she crinkles her nose as she shakes her head.
"Sorry," she says, barely able to speak through her giggles.
"Me too," he replies, his laughter mixing with hers as they lie tangled on the grass.
"And what's going on here?"
They both look up at the new voice to see Kurt staring down at them, bemused, and Mercedes next to him with her eyebrows raised.
"Nothing," Blaine says, pushing himself up and then reaching down to help Quinn up. "Quinn here just has two left feet."
"Shut up, I do not," she says indignantly, swatting at his arm.
He shies away from her, laughing, and steps over to press a light kiss to Kurt's lips as Quinn and Mercedes hug hello.
"I like your dress," Mercedes says as they pull apart, and then grins. "Except for the grass."
"It's Blaine's fault," Quinn says, turning so Mercedes can swipe at the bits of grass clinging to her skirt. "He can't dance."
"Hey!" he says, and points a finger at her. "You bumped into me."
"Why don't we just admit the painfully obvious truth that neither one of you can dance?" Kurt says, holding up his hands, a playful grin on his lips.
"I have never heard such an outrageous lie in my life," Blaine says, staring at Kurt with false incredulity.
Quinn rolls her eyes and steps over to the blanket, tugging Mercedes behind her and poking Kurt hard in the chest with her finger.
"Let's just eat, I'm starving."
Mercedes hums her agreement as the four of them settle on the blanket, Kurt absently massaging the spot on his chest.
"I am too, after being dragged around the mall for two hours," she murmurs, accepting the sandwich Quinn passes to her.
"You agreed to go!" Kurt exclaims.
"But not for two hours!" she retorts. "I thought we'd never get out of there!"
"You know how he is," Blaine says, laughing as he loops his arm around Kurt's shoulders. "Perfectionist to a fault."
"You guys are too mean to me," Kurt mutters.
"But you love us anyway," Mercedes replies, smiling sweetly.
"Unfortunately," Kurt says, though the corner of his mouth lifts slightly.
Blaine grins as he leans over to kiss Kurt's cheek and the four of them settle into their lunch, their laughter echoing throughout the park.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship, Fluff
Word Count: 873
Characters/Pairings: Blaine, Quinn, Kurt, Mercedes (Kurt/Blaine)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Just a summer picnic in the park.
A/N: "Quinn/Blaine (friendship), summer"; I see this as taking place post S3 (so post graduation)
"You look good in yellow," he says as they walk across the grass.
"Yeah?" she replies, glancing down and fluttering the skirt of her dress.
He nods. "Very summery."
She grins up at him and he returns it, swinging the small cooler between them.
They come to a stop a minute later and he sets the cooler on the ground as she unfolds the blanket in her arms, kneeling to spread it over the grass.
"I feel like only you two would come up with the idea to have a picnic in the park," she murmurs, straightening the corners and flicking off a bit of dirt.
"Everyone complains there's nothing to do in Lima," he says with a shrug. "I say you just have to take advantage of what you have."
She smiles as she settles on the blanket, tucking her legs underneath her as she reaches into the cooler for the thermos of lemonade.
"That's always been one of the things I like about you, Blaine," she says as she pours some into a cup, "you just seem to go with the flow."
He just smiles and shrugs again, pulling his iPod from his pocket.
"Where are they, anyway?" she asks, staring around the park with a small frown on her face. A breeze sweeps past, the warm summer air tossing her hair around her head.
"They'll be here soon," he says, staring intently at the small device in his hands. "Kurt went to the mall to get something for his dad for Father's Day."
His face clears as music begins to float from the small speakers and he lays it on the blanket as he lifts his gaze to her.
"What, you don't want to spend time with me?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at her and pretending to be offended.
She gives him a look. "Shut up."
He smirks as he pushes to his feet and then extends a hand to her.
She looks at his hand and then up to his face, one eyebrow arched. "Seriously?"
"Why not?"
She shakes her head as she sets her cup down and allows him to pull her to her feet.
"You might be one of the weirdest guys I've ever met," she says as he leads her off the blanket.
"No offense to them, but looking at the guys you know, I might be the most normal," he counters, wrapping one arm around her waist.
She giggles softly and he grins as they begin to dance, swaying and turning as the wind ruffles their hair and the skirt of her dress.
He twirls her and her feet catch in the grass, making her stumble into his chest. Her arm circles his neck in a vain attempt to keep from falling but gravity is too much and they tumble to the ground.
He lands on top of her, forcing a loud grunt from them both, and then she crinkles her nose as she shakes her head.
"Sorry," she says, barely able to speak through her giggles.
"Me too," he replies, his laughter mixing with hers as they lie tangled on the grass.
"And what's going on here?"
They both look up at the new voice to see Kurt staring down at them, bemused, and Mercedes next to him with her eyebrows raised.
"Nothing," Blaine says, pushing himself up and then reaching down to help Quinn up. "Quinn here just has two left feet."
"Shut up, I do not," she says indignantly, swatting at his arm.
He shies away from her, laughing, and steps over to press a light kiss to Kurt's lips as Quinn and Mercedes hug hello.
"I like your dress," Mercedes says as they pull apart, and then grins. "Except for the grass."
"It's Blaine's fault," Quinn says, turning so Mercedes can swipe at the bits of grass clinging to her skirt. "He can't dance."
"Hey!" he says, and points a finger at her. "You bumped into me."
"Why don't we just admit the painfully obvious truth that neither one of you can dance?" Kurt says, holding up his hands, a playful grin on his lips.
"I have never heard such an outrageous lie in my life," Blaine says, staring at Kurt with false incredulity.
Quinn rolls her eyes and steps over to the blanket, tugging Mercedes behind her and poking Kurt hard in the chest with her finger.
"Let's just eat, I'm starving."
Mercedes hums her agreement as the four of them settle on the blanket, Kurt absently massaging the spot on his chest.
"I am too, after being dragged around the mall for two hours," she murmurs, accepting the sandwich Quinn passes to her.
"You agreed to go!" Kurt exclaims.
"But not for two hours!" she retorts. "I thought we'd never get out of there!"
"You know how he is," Blaine says, laughing as he loops his arm around Kurt's shoulders. "Perfectionist to a fault."
"You guys are too mean to me," Kurt mutters.
"But you love us anyway," Mercedes replies, smiling sweetly.
"Unfortunately," Kurt says, though the corner of his mouth lifts slightly.
Blaine grins as he leans over to kiss Kurt's cheek and the four of them settle into their lunch, their laughter echoing throughout the park.