"I feel like we've done this just now," Blaine laughed when they stopped in front of the building, "But… what now?"

"No immediate wooing plans, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt quipped and then laughed softly at Blaine's blush, "that's fine, maybe I will come up with something this time."

"You have my attention, Mr. Hummel, lead the way."

Their hands stayed linked all the way through the few blocks to the park that Kurt chose as their destination. The small café was still busy from the lunch hour, but not enough that they'd be stuck for a table. When Blaine tried to head off to the counter to order for them, Kurt stopped him with a stern look.

"You got brunch, I'm getting this one," he stated and made a point of staring at the table they snatched up until Blaine set down with a sigh.

Once he was back with their drinks, the conversation started back up easily and they ran through more details for the photo shoot plan, then changed to talking about random topics like they had earlier in the day.

"I like this," Blaine smiled softly, his fingers playing gently with Kurt's on top of the table, "it's so different from back home."

Kurt shot him a questioning gaze, wondering what Blaine was talking about.

"I can do this," Blaine brought Kurt's hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles, "and no one will as much as bat an eyelid," he said by way of explanation.

"Oh," Kurt's mind brought up memories from his high school years, "yeah, that's certainly different," he whispered in a strained voice.

"I can't even imagine," Blaine looked torn between enjoying the feel of the moment and shuddering at memories they obviously both had, "I mean, I had Dalton, and that made it easier as long as I stayed within the walls. But public school…"

They talked about their experiences for a moment, both acknowledging how glad they were that it toughened them up, but also that it was over.

"OK, cheer up time," Kurt grinned when the mood was settling to be a little too gloomy, "it's my day off, can we do something fun?"

"Well, there is an ice skating rink just there," Blaine pointed outside the window.

"Oh no," Kurt paled, "I said fun, not life-threatening."

"I could teach you."

"Sure you could. I could also fall and break my arm," Kurt grumbled, but already knew he was fighting a losing battle, "or rip my clothes or something."

"Do you think I'd let something happen to you?"

Their eyes met and Kurt couldn't help but smile at the warmth and care he saw in Blaine's. It still caught him off guard, but he let it wash over him and then finally, moments later, nodded.

"OK, let's try. I will come up with something suitably painful if I fall or tear something, though."

"I'll take that as a challenge," Blaine laughed and held his hand out for Kurt to take, "come on and let me teach you to dance on ice."

"Hey, no one said anything about dancing!" Kurt pretended to protest, but giggled as they walked out the door.