Blaine hopped into the shower, running his fingers through his hair helmet. The water rushed through his curls, freeing them of the slick hairgel. The rest of the evening was a hectic journey around the entire park as they looked for an exit. Kurt looked absolutely adorable when he panicked, and thankfully a security guard that had been wandering by opened the gates to let them out. Kurt dropped Blaine off with promises to call him tomorrow, and that was that. 

Blaine needed to realize something, though. Even with all of these upcoming plans with Kurt, he still has to focus with his sport. The olympics are treated very seriously, and Blaine could not afford to mess up. Although Blaine was considered one of the best upcoming olympians in the competition, he still needs to mantain his game. That is why he decided that straight tomorrow morning he would head to the pool and practice. 

Finishing up his shower, he stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel immediately around his hips. He shook out his wet hair, and frowned at the mass of curls resting on his shoulders. He would also need a haircut. Glancing down at his chest and his stomach, he also needed a waxing. The tiny hairs apparently slowed down your body as you swam, and Blaine needed to be stripped again. God damn his hairy genes. 

After dresing for bed, he crawled into the large, comfortable king-sized bed and grabbed his phone. He hadn't called Cooper in a long time, so Blaine figured he should.

"Hey, B!" Cooper said happily as he picked up the phone right away.

"What's up, Coop?" Blaine asked, laying his head back against the plush pillows.

"Nothing, nothing. Actually just hanging around with Mom in Westerville. How's the training coming, kid?" Cooper asked, knowing that was a soft spot for Blaine.

"It's okay, I guess. I mean, I haven't been practicing as much as I should so, I guess I'm kinda doing a shitty job right now. I met someone though, Coop." Blaine smiled as he thought about Kurt and their upcoming date.

"And who is this lovely fellow?" 

"Kurt. Kurt Hummel." Blaine breathed out, closing his eyes. God, Blaine had fallen hard already.

"THE Kurt Hummel!? The fashion guy!? The hot as hell, fashion guy!?" Cooper shouted, freaking out almost as much as Blaine was.

"Yes! He's here designing the new swimsuit for the team. It was so weird, how we met. He actually saved me from drowning," Blaine laughed, hearing Cooper chuckle on the other end. "I've never almost drowned in a pool too, so I guess it was destiny and all that."

"Must be, kiddo. So are you two official yet?"

"No, we actually kind of just had our...first date thing. We're planning this big festival before the games start."

"Blaine, you realize the games are in like a week?" Cooper questioned.

"Yeah, yeah I know. We're rushing it, I think we're going to release it to the press once we get it all settled out. I'm only doing one competition though, and it's not even until August 3rd and the awards the next day. I just have to go for the opening, and then I'm free until then. But you know, press and stuff. So I'm thinking we'll have it like...July 24th?" Blaine sighed, trying to form a mental calendar.

"Don't you have a manager for this shit?" Cooper laughed.

"Yeah, but we both decided to keep it private until we figure out all the details. We wanted to do it ourselves, instead of having people plan it out for us." Blaine smiled, feeling pride in his and Kurt's decision.

"What even is it?"

"It's like Trevor Live? We're going to have tons of LGBT supporters there, singing, athletes, even fans. We're going to hold events to donate money to organizations and whatnot. It's going to be great, Coop." Blaine smiled again. God he was feeling giddy lately.

"Aw, that's cute. I get an invite, right?"

"Sure, I'll have them mail you a ticket. The entry fee is like $50 though, but I'll give yours for free. We're also holding $100 VIP passes for all fans who want to come meet us. 100% of the proceeds are to the Trevor Project and any other organizations our publicists find."

"That sounds really amazing, B. I'm glad the fame didn't go straight to your head. Listen, I gotta go help Mom with dinner. I'll call you soon alright?" Cooper said his goodbye, and then hung up the line quickly.

Blaine sighed as he rolled around in bed, slowly but surely falling into a deep sleep filled with thoughts of one Kurt Hummel.

 Blaine pushed underwater, flipped and sprang himself off the pool wall. Turning around underwater, he surfaced and continued his breast stroke across the pool. Blaine knew he was more than qualified to beat the standard time, but he practiced nonetheless. He had been swimming in the large practice pool for a good hour now, and he was barely even tired. That was definitely progress. His toned arms and torso had become proof. 

Blaine decided to stop for a little, seeing as he was already excellent in the sport anyway. He barely met the other competitors, but Blaine knew he hhas guarenteed at least the silver.

But what Blaine didn't expect was Kurt to come waltzing in the nanatorium looking absolutely flawless with two iced coffees.

"Hi, Kurt!" Blaine smiled, towel-drying his hair.

"Aren't you supposed to wear a swimcap?" Kurt questioned with a cock of his eyebrow, smiling too.

"Didn't feel like it today. Are one of those for me, by chance?" Blaine grinned, pulling Kurt over onto the dry benches.

"It just might be," Kurt handed over one of the tall, plastic cups. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Kurt Hummel, if you're here to get any exclusive information about our date I'm afraid that is top secret." Blaine laughed and took a sip of the delicious coffee.

Kurt giggled, God was his laugh even more adorable than his voice, and continued speaking. "No, actually. I-, You don't look so happy when you swim. Maybe that's just your game face? Or something, I don't know. But I do know when someone doesn't enjoy what is supposed to be their dream."

"That's actually just the face I wear whenever I'm focusing on swimming." Blaine sighed, then realized lying would not be polite to do to his crush. "Okay, no. That's not it. I really...I don't really like swimming to be honest. It wasn't my choice of career. When I was younger and in high school, I had dreams of being a musician and actor. I was really great at it, too. And then my Dad convinced me to try out sports, get me to straighten-up. I decided to try swimming because who doesn't love swimming in the first place?" Blaine laughed, and noticed Kurt was wearing one of those heart-filled glares. The one that said, "Yes, I'm really listening and I understand everything." 

Blaine continued, "Unfortunately for me, I ended up being really good at it without even trying. But if I had a choice, I would have rather chosen diving. It's more exciting than just swimming back and forth. But either way, I went with it. I won a lot of competitions in school, and my Dad told me I qualified for Stanford's swimming scholarship. That was great, really. I didn't want to disappoint my family, so I went there. I graduated, and then became an olympian. It all happened so fast, I guess because it wasn't really what I wanted?" Blaine tried, staring up at Kurt again. "But it's okay. Once I'm done here, I think I want to settle down. I don't want to become one of those legends. I really...I really just want to try music again. It's one of my only passions." Blaine sighed.

"I know exactly how you feel." Kurt smiled, placing his hand over Blaine's. "I wanted to sing when I was young, too. But I always had an eye for fashion, and it's something I really love, though. Not everybody is as fortunate as I am to get so, lucky I guess with my career choice. I never thought I'd have a chance, but I did and that was so great for me." Kurt smiled wider, squeezing Blaine's hand softly.

"Thank you, Kurt. I heard about your, your highschool tormentors. That was so cruel of them, you're such an amazing person and you inspire me, Kurt." Blaine smiled with this puppydog eyes and Kurt held back an urge to kiss him. Instead, Kurt leaned over and hugged him tightly. The embrace was nice and warm, filled with feelings and unknown lust.

Kurt pulled away first, patting Blaine's shoulder and smiling again. "I should let you get back to practice..."

"Oh, no, I'm done." Blaine grinned widely as a smile danced on Kurt's lips as well. "Kurt Hummel, I believe we have a date tonight." 

Kurt stood up, and locked his hand with Blaine's. "It's Friday already? Wow." Kurt breathed, gathering all of his things. "I guess I should go get ready then, it's your turn to pick me up." Kurt smiled, leaning over to kiss Blaine's cheek softly.

Blaine immediately wrapped his arms around Kurt's torso, holding him there for a second. Kurt giggled, and placed his hand gently on Blaine naked bicep. "I'll text you when I'm on my way." 

"Perfect." Kurt called, walking out of the large building and was hit in the face with a few camera men. He waved to them, and then quickly hopped into his car. He had a date to prepare for.

Blaine ran as fast as he could throughout the pool, trying not to slip and fall on his face. Now a black eye would not look too lovely with a suit, Blaine thought and smiled at his own wit. He walked out the back exit of the arena and unlocked his car. He was still only in his speedo and a towel, but thankfully there were no paparazzi or any other bystanders. He started his car and drove back to his hotel. Blaine Anderson had a gorgeous man to seduce and make happy tonight, and he knew just the way to do that.