kurt.

Kurt smiled whole-heartedly in return.  As Blaine takes his hand, as he continues, Kurt almost doesn’t know what to do with this.  On the inside he definitely doesn’t, but on the outside he knows to smile and try not to blush and shake his head a little humbly at the praise.  “I don’t think anyone has ever been as nice to me as you were when we were strangers.”  He explains with a light, gentle tone. 

Blaine liked the feeling of Kurt’s hand in his.  It was warm, soft and he memorized the texture that could only be described as flawless thanks to a skin care regimen the other boy made sure to never miss.  Yet?  He had no idea how any of his other friends hands felt.  Let alone committed it to memory.  Thinking on why–he caught himself with a gentle smile before he looked back down at the knuckles he tenderly traced with his thumb.  “Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?  You’re an amazing person, Kurt.” Licking his lips–he stands up but doesn’t let go. Instead–he gives it a gentle tug. “You know?  The vending machine hot chocolate gets a bad rep but it’s not bad,” he hummed, “I think we need to get two each and go for a walk.  You wanna?”