Not exactly as specified but this where my mind went with heatwaves and Cooptinez....
“C’mon Kurt, the pool will cool you off. Not to mention it’s indoors and that means air conditioning too!”
“Have I told you that I love you lately, Blaine? Because I do, and not just for your central air and MIA parents.”
Blaine grinned as he pushed open his back door. “Shall we skinny dip?”
“Oh, Mr Anderson, I like the way you think!”
“Kurt? What are you-?”
“Last one there pays for dinner!” Kurt yells as he starts throwing his clothes off while sprinting towards the conservatory.
“Damn!” Blaine runs after him, flicking off his boat shoes and pulling his polo off. As he rounds the doorway trying to unzip his pants, he runs smack straight into an underwear clad Kurt. “What the -?!”
“Shh! Blaine, the most handsome men in America are in your pool!” he whispered furiously.
“Huh?” And sure enough there’s Coop and the new Spanish teacher, Mr Martinez, lazing on the steps in the shallow end comparing biceps. “Kurt? Kurt, we should get out of here while we still can. Kurt?”
“Hngh”
Blaine rolled his eyes and zipped his pants back up. “I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re finished drooling and, by the way, you're paying.”
“Ooooh" Kurt sighed wistfully. "Let’s have Mexican for dinner. Blaine? Blaine? Blaine?!”
“Oh! Hey, Kurt” Coop calls out. “Do you know David? From school? Hey, nice pants!”
Kurt’s wide eyes snapped to his bare legs. Oh crap! Run!
“C’mon Kurt, the pool will cool you off. Not to mention it’s indoors and that means air conditioning too!”
“Have I told you that I love you lately, Blaine? Because I do, and not just for your central air and MIA parents.”
Blaine grinned as he pushed open his back door. “Shall we skinny dip?”
“Oh, Mr Anderson, I like the way you think!”
“Kurt? What are you-?”
“Last one there pays for dinner!” Kurt yells as he starts throwing his clothes off while sprinting towards the conservatory.
“Damn!” Blaine runs after him, flicking off his boat shoes and pulling his polo off. As he rounds the doorway trying to unzip his pants, he runs smack straight into an underwear clad Kurt. “What the -?!”
“Shh! Blaine, the most handsome men in America are in your pool!” he whispered furiously.
“Huh?” And sure enough there’s Coop and the new Spanish teacher, Mr Martinez, lazing on the steps in the shallow end comparing biceps. “Kurt? Kurt, we should get out of here while we still can. Kurt?”
“Hngh”
Blaine rolled his eyes and zipped his pants back up. “I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re finished drooling and, by the way, you're paying.”
“Ooooh" Kurt sighed wistfully. "Let’s have Mexican for dinner. Blaine? Blaine? Blaine?!”
“Oh! Hey, Kurt” Coop calls out. “Do you know David? From school? Hey, nice pants!”
Kurt’s wide eyes snapped to his bare legs. Oh crap! Run!
“Kurt? Huh, where did he go so fast?”
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