I Might Have Been Made For You
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I Might Have Been Made For You: Don't Rain On My Parade


M - Words: 1,137 - Last Updated: Aug 17, 2011
Story: Closed - Chapters: 4/? - Created: Aug 10, 2011 - Updated: Aug 17, 2011
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Author's Notes: The ND kids feature pretty heavily in this one. Super fluffy fun.
"This is like, a total bust." Santana studied her nails with a frown.

Tina nodded, "Yeah, didn't someone check to see what the weather was going to be like today?"

Everybody looked at each other as if expecting one among them to speak up. No one did.

Tina sighed, "OK…"

Every member of New Directions was currently sandwiched into Mercedes' lounge room and kitchen. They were all decked out in varying states of swim wear, from Santana and Brittany's pastel bikini's, to Blaine and Mike's plaid board shorts, gazing out at the pool in her yard. The surface of the water was in a state of erratic flux, dancing and jerking as sheet upon sheet of rain pummelled it. It was relatively warm outside, but the sky was an unforgiving bruise and the gutters overflowed with the quantity they held.

Sam, over at the snack table, half a party pie in his mouth attempted to speak, "Wha' we do now?"

Mercedes was thinking fast, trying to salvage the situation, "We could play twister?"

Artie's hand rose, "Can I be the first to vote 'nay' on that?"

"Oh, sorry…"

Puck grabbed a handful of chips, "I brought my axe. We can have a bit of a Kumbayah–yah."

"I know I'd usually be the first to agree with any opportunity to showcase my singing talent, but I think given that Regionals are coming up we shouldn't wear ourselves out." Rachel chirped, "I'm not worried about myself, but some of you just aren't as strong as I am vocally, and I need you to be fresh to sing back up for me."

Santana glared, "OK, does anyone mind if I just hog-tie and gag her and put her in the closet until we go?"

Finn put his hand on Rachel's shoulder, "You're being rude again, babe."

Rachel frowned, "Oh…"

Kurt looked at her sideways in disbelief and then added, "I have Some Like It Hot in my bag?"

"Too black-and-white." Lauren stated.

Kurt's mouth fell open, "I'm sorry, did you just call Tony Curtis and Marilyn Monroe 'too black-and white?'"

Blaine curled his arm around his waist and pulled him closer, "Let it go hon."

Kurt closed his mouth and scowled for a moment, his expression morphing rapidly and his eyes glazing over slightly as they fell on Blaine's bare chest where is pressed against him.

Puck shrugged, "Truth or dare?"

"No."

"Strip poker?"

"NO!"

Quinn shook her head, "You are the only person who would want to play drinking games while sober."

"Hey, I can get booze."

"Puckerman! This isn't a frat party!"

"Trust me, I know!" Puck waved his arms at the room full of his ill-dressed friends, looking to all the world like they'd accidentally worn costume party attire to a cocktail soiree.

"Well, I think we need some music for starters." Blaine broke away and walked to the stereo, fiddling with the iPod dock for a moment. He straightened up as Hang Me Up To Dry by Cold War Kids started and turned to face the group.

He grinned broadly, "Too tongue-in-cheek?"

Santana laughed fondly, "Prep-boy, you are such a dork."

Brittany, who had continued to stare at the pool while this whole exchange went on suddenly piped up, "What are we waiting for though? Pools are wet. They're full of water! Like rain!"

"Yeah Britt, but – "

Without warning Brittany jumped up, sliding open the glass door and launching herself into the yard. She spread her arms and span on the spot, eyes closed, face to the sky like a pagan worshipper.

For a second the group was too surprised to act, then Santana burst out laughing and rocketed into the rain after her best friend. She grabbed her hands and jumped on the spot as Blaine turned the music up and followed suit, cheering and beckoning to Kurt to join him as his curls rapidly plastered themselves to his forehead.

Kurt hung back tentatively as Puck roared, grabbing Quinn around her slight middle and lifting her with one arm, taking Lauren's hand in the other. Lauren was able to extricate herself once outside but Quinn was completely at Puck's mercy as he sprinted straight at the pool and jumped, the helpless blonde in his arms screaming like a 30's screen queen.

Finn took a leaf out of his book and hoisted Rachel into his arms, treading carefully onto the wet concrete.

"No! Not the pool! Finn! Don't – " Her cries were cut short as she too became immersed.

The rest of the group, save Kurt who lingered inside and Artie who remained on the patio singing, were now stamping and dancing and twirling in the rain, Sam and Mike joining the other's in the pool. Blaine stood facing Kurt with his hands on his hips and a wicked smirk on his face, water bucketing onto his head. He threw his arms out and sang:

Now hang me up to dry

You've rung me out too, too, too many times

Now hang me up to dry

I'm pearly like the white, w-whites of your eyes

Kurt finally cracked and skipped out to meet him, giggling and gasping as the warm rain pelted his shoulders and dripped into his eyes. Blaine grabbed him unceremoniously and pulled him roughly against him, still singing as the song came to an end and shuffle wisely chose R�yksopp's Happy Up Here causing him to cry out joyfully and sway Kurt against him.

Kurt put his hand on Blaine's wet chest, fingers shyly enjoying the feel of the short hair on their tips. Blaine beamed up at him and ran both his hands through Kurt's damp quiff, his dexterous fingers leaving furrows in their wake.

"You know, I'm beginning to think Brittany just acts slow. She might be a genius."

Kurt laughed, watching drops of water fall erratically from Blaine's inconceivably long lashes, "I think you're right."

Blaine stood on his toes and kissed Kurt lazily, savouring the touch of his soft skin on his own and the warmth of his mouth, mingled with the curious feeling of rain water that snuck between their lips and tongues in clean, cool rivulets. The sensation caused Kurt to shiver, and running his hands down Blaine's biceps, he noticed that his boyfriend too had goose bumps.

Over at the pool their display had gained the attention of the group at large, giddy and ecstatic from the swift turn of events, they all cheered and clapped their approval as Kurt's cheeks flushed and Blaine coyly buried his face in the nape of his pale neck.

Once they'd all quietened down Blaine peered back up at Kurt.

"Would you hurt me if if picked you up and jumped in the pool?"

Kurt looked serious, "Firstly, there is no way you'd be able to pick me up. Secondly, and to answer your question, yes, I'd kill you."

"I so could pick you up," he pouted, "and it's romantic."

"I'm pretty sure kissing in the rain is about as romantic as it gets, Blaine."

"OK."

He leant in again, their lips meeting as Kurt's hands splayed on Blaine's back.

End Notes: I always link any songs I use in my ff.net profile for anyone interested.

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