A slight mischievous grin quickly graced Kurt’s otherwise impeccably styled features. For someone so prim and proper, it really didn’t take much to see each and every single one of the Warbler’s gears running rampant. Maybe it had been the fact these little conversations took place every so often. Maybe, deep down, his ability to read the other boy like a book had left him curious, wondering, colored with intrigue how they had both ended up in such a place to begin with. A sense of familiarity, pettily disguised as pretty much any excuse to be able to interact with him — in spite of his own high school reputation.
❛ I have a boyfriend. ❜
Blaine noticed the grin and wasn’t particularly keen on the spike of intrigue it created. What was going on in the Cheerio’s head to make him form that sort of a smile? Preparing for the claws to come out, Blaine stood his ground more determined than ever to not let someone like Kurt Hummel to get under his skin. More than he already had.. Seeing Kurt enjoying himself brought a thoughtful pout to Blaine’s lips as he carefully planned his comeback. Although that blurt if information wasn’t exactly what he was prepared for. Both brows shot up and for only a blink or two, Blaine looked stunned. Boyfriend? Alright then.
“Um? Okay. I’m happy for you.” Leaning towards the boy, his smile was back (crooked but there) and his voice regained it’s same soft sincerity that everyone who knew him would come to expect. “I hope the two of you have a wonderful Valentine’s Day and he, you know, actually joins you here for a change?” Was Blaine Anderson just calling bullcrap? No! Not him! Never.
“Now if you’ll excuse me? I have some friends who are waiting.”
( sms : blaine ) Desperate times call for desperate measures. 😇 ( sms : blaine ) We really are a hopeless bunch. ( sms : blaine ) Perhaps I accept the challenge. ( sms : blaine ) 😘😘
( mssg » kurt | sent) They must. Though you just confessed that you’re getting desperate so I’m considering this a tie. 😉 ( mssg » kurt | sent) We are. I’m not even the slightest bit regretful about it though. ( mssg » kurt | sent) You do? Well then. ( mssg » kurt | sent) I’m on my way to the auditorium right now. Hurry up and meet me there. I fully plan on refreshing your mind on the events last night that lead up to you swearing your toes would never uncurl again and you’d have to replace every shoe you own. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Obviously it didn’t work since you’re wearing your favorite boots. Time to give it another go.
( sms : blaine ) I suppose he has been spending an awful lot of time in Washington with Carole. ( sms : blaine ) I guess it’s a date. ( sms : blaine ) 😽
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Yeah. He still checks in on me now and then when they’re in town. It means a lot that he wants to make sure I’m doing okay.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Definitely. You bet! I’ll see you at the airport. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
( sms : blaine ) Sounds tempting. ( sms : blaine ) We are talking just as friends, right? ( sms : blaine ) Because I really wouldn’t want anyone to presume that this is us getting back together. ( sms : blaine ) I know how some of our friends can get invested. ( sms : blaine ) Or, I guess, my dad. Who I’m sure will, too, be happy to see you.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Then that’s a yes? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Sure, sure. Friends. Definitely. That’s what I meant.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Yeah, we wouldn’t want them thinking anything different. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
Especially Burt. He gets so invested in, you know, us. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
His heart quite possibly skipped a beat as Blaine stopped them in their tracks in the middle of the school grounds, the cold winter air knocked straight out of his lungs as he desperately tried to remain his posture. There hadn’t been many a moments in Kurt’s lifetime where he had found himself grow weak at the knees through means of a simple gesture. Inviting, perfectly shaped pale pink lips close enough to kiss, the other Warbler’s forever uniform clad body close enough to wrap his arms around justa little longer. A set of bright, lovestruck eyes mesmerized by the swift and sudden movement of Blaine’s free hand as the forever ongoing snowfall somehow managed to bring them even closer together.
Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he just went straight for the plunge. Just lay one on him. Get it all over with, and —by any means— out in the open. Pull his heart up from under his sleeve and confess his undying love without so much as a hint of doubt or any fear of rejection. Perhaps, somehow, this was the universe’s bizarre way of trying to send a message — lips parted as though by default as he watched the other in slight amusement, one last fatal glance into all too familiar hazel eyes before quickly averting his gaze back to their immediate surroundings.
❛ It’s definitely something, ❜ he hummed. Words that probably wouldn’t have sounded so skeptic had it not been for the current state of his toes and fingers; muscles loosely strained in the palm of his hand despite the additional warmth of fingers intertwined and coffee. ❛ Thank you. ❜ Giving in, the taller male’s expression softened. ❛ For breaking my fall today. Twice. ❜
Snowflakes continued to fall around them as they stood still. Specks of white that clung to his hair and Kurt’s. To their collars and scarves. The air cold enough that they didn’t melt right away. Not like the one he’d tried to taunt Kurt with by catching off his nose. Curious hazel eyes watched Kurt’s expressions. How he seemed to be thinking of something deeper than coffee flavors and a walk in the snow. His head tilted and the question of what was on Kurt’s mind, a question Blaine never seemed to hesitate to ask, was frozen on the tip of his tongue. Something inside him just got stuck. Like he might be treading into waters that Kurt might not want him to delve into.
But then again? Kurt’s eyes were so bright that maybe he was reading too much into things, feeling concerned over nothing. He couldn’t help it, though. When it came to Kurt? There was such an instinct in him to make sure that Kurt was always okay (no..better than okay.) dug deep into him. Kurt reminded him of so much of himself. In a lot of ways. Though, there was more to it than that. Kurt was important–so, so, so important. No better way to describe it than that.
Their eyes met. Kurt looked happy. Blaine’s worry faded. And he looked happy, too. A soft smile greeted that glance. His gaze even followed Kurt’s until it was impossible and he laughed. “You’re welcome. I didn’t bring you out for you to sprain an ankle. Don’t worry. I’ll always catch you no matter what. Okay?” A quiet gasp followed, like he was remembering something. “Come on,” he squeezed Kurt’s hand again and gave him a gentle tug, “There’s something you should see before we go back in. Is that okay? Or have I frozen the fun out of this adventure?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Not a word. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Who knows. Maybe I’ll even do you the courtesy of bringing home an additional cronut. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Y’know, since Bruce seems to like those so much.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Are you trying to bribe my silence with cronuts, Kurt Hummel?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m staring at half a torso and one arm that was stuffed under the bed and one additional cronut is supposed to stop me from sharing this with my best friend? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I don’t know. I can always go buy my own sweets. But this. This is a pricelessly adorable opportunity that would be a shame to pass up..
Words fell silent. Blaine didn’t know what he could say back to remotely explain how he felt right here, in Kurt’s arms at last. The days leading up to this very moment were a blur. From picking up Kurt at the airport to the events that escalated into them pretty much committing sacrilege in the middle of the day inside a Prius parked in a church parking lot. It felt like just this once..for the first time in months..the home he’d been standing outside begging to return to had opened up it’s doors and let him in.
I love you was on the tip of his tongue. Thank you for giving me a reason to came in the caress up Kurt’s back trailed with trembling fingers that dropped to his waist so he could lean in. Spice and sweet. The scent of shampoo and the skin he’d never forget the flavor of right underneath his nose greeted him with a heart lightening hope that maybe this time he could stay. Rachel and Finn couldn’t have picked a better song. The tip of his nose ran along the long, pale slope of Kurt’s throat until he’d tucked himself in against it.
Tonight. All he needed was tonight to prove to Kurt they could make it. That he could trust him with one more chance.
“Please,” he breathed and let the way his lips grazed the skin above Kurt’s collar say the rest.
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 reddishpink 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 handswith 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.
( sms : blaine ) I definitely wouldn’t rule out the possibility. ( sms : blaine ) Did you tell her about the elves, too? ( sms : blaine ) Oh, God. Please tell me you did not expose poor innocent Rudolph.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) But she’s tiny and has a ten second attention span most of the time. Do you really think she will?? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) No… I didn’t give up the elves! Or Rudolph! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) What if it’s a chain effect though? What if I put one seed of doubt in her head and it turns into a whole…tree of ‘I can never trust my Daddy again’??
( sms : blaine ) I guess I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to some coffee. ( sms : blaine ) And possibly some cheesecake. ( sms : blaine ) I think me and Rachel are gonna split a cab.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Coffee would be great. Dinner after, maybe? My treat? The cheesecake at Breadstix is still amazing. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Or.. If you let me pick you up instead of taking a cab? We could go to Eddie Merlot’s for dinner and get some cheesecake at the Cheesecake Factory in Columbus. Not that I’m bribing you to say yes. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. Maybe just a little..
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