kurt. @avcntgarde (meme continuation)

         _{Eyes briefly left to hit the snow-covered school grounds, a soft chuckle quietly managed to escape Kurt’s lips despite their predicament; typically pale rosy cheeks flushed a distinct shade of reddish pink under the chilly winter sun as he quickly cast another glance back into the other male’s direction. Every inch of him had longed to just stay inside. Be comfortable. Warm, cozy; preferably with some hot chocolate or a nice blanket. Instead, he had found himself outside in the cold. Limbs freezing, holding hands with his best friend as they battled the icy paths together on their quest for coffee. A feat strangely romantic, had it not been for the fact he might have slipped a couple of times in the process — their fingers laced permanently together if not for the increasingly low temperatures. It was probably silly to think of it as something more. Something else. Something he could find himself getting used to. And yet, still his heart fluttered wildly in his chest at the prospect. Always hopeful, never unwavering. His voice out of breath as he uttered his next sentence.}

         _{❛ Does it match my skin tone? ❜}

_{If only he wasn’t so dreamy…}

      What good was a fresh dusting of snow on top of what’d already fallen yesterday if he couldn’t talk his best friend into coming along for coffee so they could explore the grounds?  Dalton Academy was and always would be beautifully breathtaking no matter what season.  It’s impeccably kept grounds were a sanctuary that the boys here were always gratefully privy to.  However.  When it snowed?  The academy’s own brand of magic went beyond words to properly describe it.  You have to see it to believe it.  And that is precisely why Blaine invited Kurt along out.  Surprised laughs from each slip never once were enough to risk him letting go of Kurt’s hand.  His grip too strong and now oh-so-familiar.  Strange how the lead Warbler never truly seemed to connect or read too much into the reasons why Kurt’s hand was the one he always sought out.  From after thirty seconds into them meeting until right this very second?  Their hands always seemed to find one another.  Without a thought or a moment’s hesitation.  He wasn’t the type to casually hold hands with just anyone.  Not really.  Not like he was with the boy beside him, cheeks the same shade as his nose as he met Blaine’s eyes.  Blaine smiled back, hazel bright as he darted his gaze over Kurt’s and used their hands to pull them to a stop so he could pretend to be staring with a squinted, serious to the point of an artisan’s critique of a Botticelli painting trying to catch minute details on the cherubic dusting of color across the boys on the canvas’ cheeks.  Closer still and the warm puffs of gray their breath made mixed together and he playfully hummed, lips pursed into an engrossed pout.

“I think that,” his heart felt so warm so content and he felt his own face warm with the happy simplicity of the moment, “it’s pretty close.  Yours is prettier though.”  Such a thing to say to a friend but that pretty much sums up how Blaine Anderson seemed to be wired when it came to Kurt Hummel.

The tip of his thumb pressed to Kurt’s nose as a snowflake fell onto it’s delicate tip and Blaine pulled the touch away trying to prove his point.  “See?”  Though what was there was only a tiny droplet of water by the time he became still.  “Ah..  Well.  Worth a try.  I guess you’ll just have to trust me on that.”  A brow quirked up and he squeezed Kurt’s hand gently.  “Regret coming out? It might be freezing but it’s worth it if only for the view alone.”  Thing was?  Blaine wasn’t looking at the grounds anymore.  All he saw was blue and green and dozens of flecked variations of each.  “Snowflakes on your nose and all,”  he grinned in an attempt to charm Kurt into not cursing him for dragging him out in the cold if it was a one-sided, Anderson only love affair with their walk.