The sun was particularly brutal, but that suited his needs nicely. He dragged a lawn chaise to a bright section of the yard. He shed his light pink bathrobe and draped it over the back of the chair. His short, tight, red swim trunks felt awkward; he despised the feeling of the plastic fabric against his sensitive skin, but that was a necessary evil; discomfort was a requisite of tanning. He reclined in the chair, head resting on the robe. He shut his eyes, but nothing went dark; the sunlight easily penetrated his thin eyelids, filling his entire world with warm, buttery yellow. The heat was a little too much for his preference, but he knew he wouldn't be outside long—his skin only needed slight darkening.

Unfortunately, his plan went awry when he fell asleep.

Another boy poked his head around the side of the house, grinning widely. He could clearly see that the first boy had begun to slumber, so he crept quietly forward, two objects in his hands. As he approached the sleeper, he slowed down, careful not to tread on the various sticks and nuts on the ground that could awaken him. With the speed of a snail, he gently laid one of the objects underneath the chaise. He quickly backed away about forty paces, took aim with his water gun, and squirted the sleeper square in the face.

"BLARGH!" The other boy shot up, clawing at his face, and looking about wildly. And then he saw him.

"BLAINE ANDERSON!"

Blaine's grin grew impossibly wider. "Well, hiya, Kurt, didn't see you there."

Kurt glowered, but felt his anger ebbing away rapidly. Those dancing eyes, that mischievous smile...he could never stay upset with his boyfriend for long.

"Blaine, what on Earth are you up to?"

Blaine twirled his plastic water rifle in his hands. "Not much, how about you?"

Kurt stood, his hands planted firmly on his hips. "Well, I was trying to tan, you know, since it's summer, but then I was quite rudely interrupted by somebody and his water gun!"

Blaine couldn't help but smile as Kurt overemphasized his words. He loved his diva, and he particularly loved the rankled expression on his sweet face. "Well, I was hoping that you would like to engage in a super fun water gun war with me."

Kurt wrinkled his nose in response to Blaine's mocking tone. "It's not much of a war when only one side has weapons."

Blaine nodded at the chaise, and Kurt turned around sharply.

"Well, I'll be damned."

Just then, Blaine let another stream of water land directly in the center of the back of Kurt's head. The resulting yelp and look of shock was priceless.

Kurt snatched the gun from the ground and whipped back to face Blaine. "The hair, Blaine? Really?" When the other boy merely smirked, he continued. "You are dead, Anderson. Dead."

"Bring it on, Hummel."

And it was on.

The pair dashed about the yard for some time, firing at each other and ducking behind various obstacles for cover. Occasionally, one would have to dart to the hose to refuel, and the other would immediately pound him with as much water as possible. They ran barefooted over the short grass, ignoring the dirt and the sticks and the sharp pain they often felt when they stepped on something. The sun lit their world on fire, but the water with which they bombarded each other kept them blissfully unaware of the blistering heat.

Eventually, however, the boys grew fatigued. Blaine held his water gun high in the hair, his other hand raised with it. "That's it!" he panted. "I'm done! I surrender! You have defeated me, General Hummel! You are the superior marksman!" With that, he dramatically tossed his weapon onto the soaked earth and bowed.

Kurt giggled, and also dropped his gun. "Sometimes I wonder about you, you know?"

The two met in the middle, collapsing on the chaise. It was much too small for the two of them, but they didn't mind. They sat together for a while, Blaine's head on Kurt's shoulder, hands interlocked. When the sun became too unbearable, however, they stood and walked slowly back inside.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand. "That was a lot of fun."

Blaine returned the gesture. "I thought you'd think so."

"You're still going to die for what you did to my hair, though."