His lips curved into an earnest smile as the snow around them thickened, the sudden gentle squeeze felt all the way through his designer gloves. There was something about the way the other boy looked at him that made him feel surprisingly comfortable. At home. Unjudged, with the ability to speak his mind without ever feeling forced to tread lightly. Much as he had once resented the thought of attending an all-male boarding school, making the impromptu school transfer had somehow become his savior. A new and exciting, much needed breath of fresh air and welcoming change in comparison to what otherwise could formerly only be considered one extremely grim prospect.
❛ Something tells me I’d still be stuck swaying with The Warblers, ❜ Kurt murmured, a distinct mixture of blue, green and gray for a split second focused on both of their hands intertwined as fingertips tingled fleetingly under the sensation as his head ducked down in a feeble attempt to cover up what little remained of his cheeks’ usual color. Admittedly, being a part of his new glee club wasn’t anything like being a part of the New Directions. Getting to spend each night at home with his dad, frequently rotating more than just the odd scarves, having to put up with at least most of his after class curriculum mercilessly fighting for solos … Each interaction and encounter with his fellow Dalton students instead so far nothing but civilized; friendly, perhaps, equal due to the fact they could all be caught donning the same navy and red uniform. A new sanctuary found in the Lima Bean, meeting both parties halfway on the weekends.
❛ I suppose it beats repeatedly getting hit in the face by a slushie. ❜
Laughter spilled out of the dark haired Warbler as he gently lead Kurt along from where they’d paused long enough for a good dusting of snow to build up on the shoulders of his coat. They glistened in the dimming light and he squinted up at the new flurry of it coming down in spiraling puffs of white. Big, chunky flakes that demanded a fireplace, a blanket and some hot chocolate once they were inside, changed and warmed up. Sign him up for that now being on the menu. Especially with the stuff they could sneak out of the cafe? It was heaven with marshmallows plopped inside and Blaine knew exactly where they were kept. Thank you, Jeff. Wholly platonic fireplace blanket snuggles. Sure, Blaine. Sure.
“Because we are that strict. Didn’t you know? Trent once broke a leg and arm and we still had him learning how to perform a backflip off the couch. Regionals were just far too close and priorities. Broken bones heal. Trophies last forever.” Their shoulders met as Blaine tucked in close with an ear to ear grin that said he was so full of it his nose should be six inches long by now. Stone pathways lead them through rose bushes and dogwood trees long covered in snow. Icicles hung from the highest branches and Blaine couldn’t help staring up at them in awe. If Heaven was a place on Earth? Dalton would be it.
A short walk lead them to a black iron gate. The intricate swirls and curves matched those on the staircase. Above their heads, the arch read DALTON ACADEMY. Blaine gave the snow-covered gate lock a good shove up and it swung open with a soft groan of protest into the gardens proper. In the center was the object of their journey. The gazebo ankle deep in white. Its benches had their own cushions of the same. It was hard to put into words. How so much quiet could seep in here that you could hear the snow coming down. That in so much winter frost, there was nothing but breathtaking peace. Solitude that Blaine adored surrounded you here. And he brought Kurt in to see one of his most secretly favorite places to be.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Exhaling a long stream of gray, he bounced on his heels and smiled over at him, joy and pride oozing from his bright gaze. “There’s nowhere else like it on Earth.”
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