(based off of these gifs: 1, 2)
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It’s not like he’s doing anything wrong, Kurt reasons with himself, crossing his legs on the lawn chair and sipping at his glass of lemonade. Blaine had invited him and Rachel over to hang out and Kurt just isn’t ready to go swimming yet, that’s all. He ate a light salad before he came over, and his sunscreen hasn’t soaked in properly yet. It would just be irresponsible to move from his chair right now. It has absolutely nothing to do with—
“Oh my,” Rachel says, lifting her straw hat up and peering over the top of her sunglasses. “Those two sure are going at it.”
Kurt flushes, but god, she’s not wrong. Blaine and Cooper have been fooling around in the pool for a while now and it’s gotten rather… obscene.
“You’re going down!” Blaine yells, hopping on Cooper’s back and wrapping his arms around Cooper’s broad shoulders until he’s dumped back into the pool, sputtering and trying to drag Cooper underwater with him.
This fic is such a GPOY.