klaine drabble: kissing through stormclouds.
Because it’s raining outside and my mind always drifts to Klaine.
They’re standing on Kurt’s porch, door open wide and watching as the rain falls fast and heavy outside. It’s a passing summer storm - just enough to make the air smell damp, nothing that will last more than a minute or two - and the boys stand together on the threshold, watching as the rain beats down on the grass in front of them.
“Come on,” Blaine says, eyes sparkling, tugging on Kurt’s hand.
Kurt shakes his head. “I don’t think so,” he answers, feet firmly in place. “It’s pouring.”
“Please,” Blaine asks, jumping slightly at a clap of thunder. “It’ll be just like in The Notebook.” He leans closer to Kurt, lets his lips brush against the side of Kurt’s neck when he says, “tell me you don’t want to kiss in the rain.”
Kurt swallows slowly and lets himself be pulled this time when Blaine tugs his hand.
They race out into the front yard, hands clasped tightly together, laughing as the grass tickles the bottoms of their feet. The rain hasn’t let up and they’re soaked in seconds, wet clothes clinging to their shoulders and backs.
Blaine comes to a sudden stop, feet sliding on the wet grass. He wraps an arm around Kurt’s waist, pulling him close and pressing their bodies together.
“You’re shivering,” Blaine says, letting go of Kurt’s hand and bringing his thumb up to trace the water droplets that cling to the bottom of Kurt’s lip. “But it’s not cold.”
“I know,” Kurt answers.
Blaine smiles like he was told a secret and leans in, pressing their lips together.
Their lips slide together wetly from the rain, mouths open and tasting. Blaine licks into Kurt’s mouth, the rain droplets feeling warm on his tongue. Kurt drapes his arms around Blaine’s shoulders and tilts his head, pushing his tongue further into Blaine’s mouth and deepening the kiss. Their breath mixes together in warm puffs of air, small gasps of pleasure that cause them to break away, but never for long.
They kiss while rain droplets catch on their eyelashes and cheeks, while their fingers turn wrinkled, until their clothes are almost see-through and the sun breaks out through the clouds high in the sky.
