Because the summer is hot and so is Blaine
There are a lot of things Kurt loves about his boyfriend. He loves the hearts he puts at the end of his goodnight texts, the way he always adds an extra kiss in his x’s and o’s. He loves the way Blaine won’t tell him how he’s doing until Kurt tells him first, the way he squeezes Kurt’s hip when they walk.
There are a lot of things Kurt loves. Today, he loves that Blaine had come to rescue him from mowing the lawn. Kurt hadn’t asked him too but Blaine knows how Kurt hates to get grass stains on his shoes and exercise that isn’t set during an allotted time at the gym. So when Kurt had sent him a text complaining about how his dad wants him to mow the lawn today, Blaine had shown up with a smile on his face and his oldest pair of sneakers.
This was how Kurt ended up sitting on the front porch, a cold glass of lemonade in his hand, watching his boyfriend mowing their lawn. It’s a ridiculously hot summer day, the sun beating down on them, the trees offering little shade and Kurt can already see the way Blaine’s shirt has started sticking to his lower back.
Kurt hops up, hurrying across the grass because really, that’s a Marc Jacobs shirt and Kurt will be doing him a service. Blaine stops the mower when Kurt approaches, smiling far too broadly for how hot it is outside, taking the lemonade still clutched in Kurt’s hand. He tips his head back as he drinks and Kurt’s mouth suddenly feels dry, eyes watching the long line of Blaine’s neck, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallows.
“Thanks!” Blaine says, sounding nearly out of breath as he hands back Kurt’s empty drink.
“You… you should probably take your shirt off,” Kurt says, the words coming out in one breath. Blaine raises an eyebrow.
“You’re sweating, you’re going to ruin it,” Kurt explains quickly and Blaine laughs, pulling his shirt over his head in one swift moment, handing it over to Kurt.
“What would I do without you?” Blaine asks, leaning to give Kurt a quick kiss, his lips tart from the lemonade.
“Have a lot of ruined shirts,” Kurt responds, kissing Blaine back.
He returns to the porch, his empty lemonade glass forgotten, the view much more enjoyable now. Blaine’s tanned skin is shimmering with sweat, the muscles in his back and arms flexing as he pushes the mower across the grass. His shorts have slipped low on one side and Kurt has no idea how they haven’t fallen off completely, feels his own pants tighten uncomfortably at the thought. The gel in Blaine’s hair has come loose from sweat, curling around his forehead and the back of his neck.
At one point he turns and sends Kurt a little wave and Kurt barely has time to jumpstart his brain and wave back. Blaine stops for a moment and stretches his arms, cracking his back, his stomach long and taut, muscles flexing and tightening in ways Kurt has very… good memories of.
Kurt crosses his legs and sets his book on his lap, a smile pulling at his lips as he knows exactly what they’ll be doing when Blaine is done.