Naderegen drew this picture:
And I wrote fic for it.
"What?" Kurt asks, in shock. "Say that again?"
"I don’t know how to ride a bike," Blaine admits mournfully.
"Didn’t your dad teach you when you were little?" Kurt asks. Learning to ride a two-wheeler was, like, one of the best memories he had with his father. He thought this was a standard rite of passage for every kid.
"He tried," Blaine admits. "But after I fell and skinned my knee I didn’t want to get back on the bike. I just refused, for years, and eventually he stopped pushing me to try. He accepted my cowardly ways."
"Alright, climb on the back," Kurt instructs.
"What? Why? Why can’t we just drive in your car?" Blaine asks, worried.
"Blaine, you’re the one who’s constantly telling me how bad my Navigator is for the environment. How I’m single-handedly destroying the Ozone layer and contributing to global warming and climate change. So, if you want to go out for coffee, you’ll climb onto the back of my bike, or we’ll have to walk, and the nearest place is the convenience store. It’s either ride on the back of my bike, or drink 7-11 coffee, Blaine," Kurt says pointedly, staring his boyfriend down.
"Fine," Blaine says, huffing. He waits for Kurt to straddle the bike and then sits over the little parcel rack on the back, holding on tight. Kurt kicks up the kickstand and takes off. Blaine’s holding on for dear life, his eyes screwed shut. Until he hears music and realizes Kurt’s singing. Not only is he singing, but he’s singing a song Blaine hasn’t heard since nursery school.
Give me your answer do
I’m half crazy,
All for the love of you
It won’t be a stylish marriage
I can’t afford a carriage
But you’ll look sweet
Upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two.”
Blaine chuckles, and finds himself relaxing. He joins in and sings along with Kurt as Kurt rides through the park to the nearest coffee shop. That isn’t a convenience store.