Scavenger Hunt Comment Meme (Round 1)
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The only hockey player Blaine knows is Dave Karofsky. And saying that they know each other makes it sound like they talk. They don't. Kurt seems to have some sort of odd understanding with Karofsky now that involves the occasional awkward conversation, but Blaine still kind of hates him and doesn't want anything to do with him. Which is probably why he shouldn't be surprised when he closes his locker and turns around to find Karofsky and the rest of the hockey team waiting for him, holding large slushie cups.
Blaine tries to count how many slushie cups they're holding so he can figure out how much this is going to suck.
One of the other boys nudges Karofsky. "Dave here realized he hasn't slushied anyone all year."
Karofsky looks a bit apologetic, but doesn't say anything.
"How tragic," Blaine says, glaring at him.
"I know right?" the boy says. "Come on, man."
Running doesn't do any good, Blaine remembers that advice as they upend at least ten bright green slushies on top of him. It looks like he's on that old Nickelodeon show, where they slime people. Except they gave those people goggles for protection. Blaine's eyes are going to be bloodshot from the corn syrup for the rest of the day.
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When he transferred to McKinley, Blaine thought it meant he'd get to spend more time with Kurt. In actuality, they don't have any classes together and their lockers are on opposite sides of the building, so they only see each other for thirty minutes at lunch and during glee rehearsals.
Which is why the first time Kurt actually sees someone throw a slushie at Blaine is when it happens during lunch. It's unseasonably warm and Kurt's texted Blaine to let him know that they've grabbed a table outside to eat at. Blaine's just stepped outside and spotted Finn-he's easier to find than anyone else in a crowd-when he sees Azimio approaching him.
"Hey Anderson! They got a new flavor for you to try," Azimio says with a wide grin before tossing the blue slushie at Blaine's face.
Blaine wipes some of the slush away from his face before gritting out, "Gee, thanks."
Azimio laughs as he joins a table full of football players. Blaine is still trying to wipe his face off when he hears Kurt saying, "Oh no, your sweater."
Blaine squints his eyes open and looks down. The blue liquid is already soaking into his cardigan. He shrugs. "You hate this sweater. It's from the Gap."
Kurt pretends he hasn't raised judgmental eyebrows at this sweater in the past and says, "They've ruined it now. That'll never come out. No, close your eyes, you'll get corn syrup in them." He wipes at Blaine's face his own fingers. "Come on, this way." Kurt takes his hand and leads him back inside.
Kurt tugs at his sweater once they're in the bathroom and drops it into the sink, turning on the water. "Look up," he says, one hand to touching Blaine's cheek. "Keep your eyes closed!" Blaine leans back against the sink as Kurt swipes damp paper towels over his eyelids. "Honestly, you've been slushied more than anyone else this year. Your face is going to be blue for the rest of the day now." He rubs at one of Blaine's eyebrows.
"Can I open my eyes now?" Blaine asks.
Kurt swipes the towels over Blaine's forehead. "Yeah, I think I got it all."
Blaine's still pretty much covered in blue slushie. His hair is dripping and it's soaked through his t-shirt and even the waistband of his jeans is uncomfortably damp where it's dripped sticky trails down his body. He blinks his eyes open cautiously but there's no stinging. When he looks at Kurt he finds him staring at his lips. Blaine licks at his bottom lip, tastes the sticky sugar from the slushie, and watches Kurt's eyes widen just that little bit.
He leans up and kisses him, lips curving into a smile when Kurt lets out a surprised squeak. The hand that was resting on Blaine's cheek slides down to his jaw, Kurt's fingers curling there as Blaine deepens the kiss.
Kurt presses forwards, backing Blaine up against the sink again, and twists the fingers of his other hand in the collar of Blaine's t-shirt, pulling it tight against the back of his neck. "You taste like raspberry," he murmurs, lips brushing against Blaine's as he talks, before sealing his mouth over Blaine's again.
Blaine threads a hand into the back of Kurt's hair and pulls him closer. The sweet candy taste of the slushie is the only thing that Blaine's been able to taste or smell for the last ten minutes, but now there's Kurt too. He doesn't care anymore that he's covered in sugary ice, he just wants to stay here and keep kissing Kurt for the rest of the day.
Blaine pulls back, but doesn't let go of Kurt, when a bit of ice trails its way down his spine and raises goosebumps on his arms. He smirks, rubbing a thumb over Kurt's lips. "You're gonna be blue the rest of the day."
Kurt pulls a face at him, but smiles a second later, laughing.
Complete fic is here @ my journal! :D
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