Oh sure, Kurt could have simply stopped where he was and waited for his boyfriend to catch up. But it was so much more satisfying to turn around and start skating backwards and watch the train wreck that was Blaine Anderson on Ice.

“Trouble, sweetheart?”

Blaine glared before his arms started flailing in a feeble attempt to stop him from falling, to no avail.

“When I suggested we go ice skating, I didn’t know you were Apolo Anton Ohno!” he panted. “I figured, you know, we’d go around the rink slowly, hold hands, shock old ladies when I kissed you on the cheek…”

Kurt whirled around and grabbed Blaine’s left hand.

“Well that doesn’t sound too bad to me. Let go of the wall and put your weight on me.”

…

It was a long afternoon, but by the end of it Blaine had only fallen eleven times, had brought Kurt down with him on one of those occasions, and had kissed Kurt not only on the cheek but on the nose as well.