Blaine frowned, opening his eyes sleepily. It took a few moments of confused blinking and thinking before he remembered where he was. He moved to sit up but was stopped.

Stopped, by the body of one Kurt Hummel, who was now sprawled on top of Blaine, legs tangled together, faces less than an inch apart. Blaine smiled.

His eyes moved to the window and he could see it was still dark outside. Obviously they hadn't been asleep for long. His eyes flicked to the TV, which was stuck on the menu of Harry Potter.

As carefully as he could, he manoeuvred his way from under Kurt and stood up, stretching.

A fleck of white grabbed his attention from out of the window, and it was all Blaine could do to not squeal. He loved snow.

"Kurt!" Blaine called.

Kurt stirred sleepily and Blaine felt marginally guilty, but his excitement overruled.

"Kurt! It's snowing! Come on!"

"…wha-Blaine? What're you doing?"

Blaine buttoned up his coat and tugged on his gloves.

"It's snowing, and we are going to go out and play in it." He said, matter-of-factly.

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"So, two men, in their twenties, are going to go out and play in the snow at… 11pm at night?"

"…Yes?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, but walked to his bedroom and piled on the layers of clothing anyway.

Five minutes and many complaints from Kurt later, Blaine was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Come oooon Kurt!"

He hesitated, "I don't think we should."

Blaine's face went into an expression of shock. "Kurt Hummel! Its snow!" he exclaimed, like that solved everything. "Live a little!" Blaine pouted.

Kurt froze. Those words had been said to him before, by Oscar. He drew in a deep breath and schooled his features into a smile. "FINE!"

Blaine cheered and swung the door open, grabbing Kurt's hand and skipping out of the apartment.

"LOOK KURT! SNOW ANGELS!"

"Blaine, you're like a 5 year old."

"5 and a half."

"Whatever, still a child."

"Is that so?" Blaine picked up a ball of snow, throwing and catching it in his hand.

"Don't. You. Dare." Kurt pointed a threatening finger to Blaine.

"I never back down from a dare."

Blaine paused, then aimed. Kurt felt the wave of ice hit his face, not unlike all the slushies he'd experienced in high school, but more pleasant.

"You're dead Anderson!" Kurt roared, picking up lumps of snow and lobbing them in Blaine's direction.

"Bring it Hummel!" he challenged.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, throwing another snowball. It hit the top of Blaine's head, sending ice down into his coat.

Blaine yelped and started to run away, before throwing himself to the floor, cackling. Kurt ran after him, but tripped and fell. They lay next to eachother, panting and giggling.

Blaine turned his head and met Kurt's gaze.

"That was fun."

"It was. More than I expected actually."

Blaine merely smiled and reached for Kurt's hand, linking their fingers together. Kurt sighed contentedly. It didn't matter that they were two freezing, grown men lying in the middle of the pavement with patches of snow around them. Kurt didn't even think about his outfit or hair, he focused on the man in front of him.

Kurt leaned forward, threading his fingers through Blaine's curls and pressing their lips together. They kissed lazily for a few minutes.

Kurt sucked Blaine's bottom lip and nibbled slightly, drawing a moan from him.

They broke apart and stared at eachother for a few minutes. Kurt felt a surge of panic rush through him.

He jumped up and brushed himself off. Blaine frowned but followed.

"We should go back in." Kurt avoided eye contact.

"…Okay." Blaine agreed, holding his hand out for Kurt to hold.

They walked back towards Kurt's building, hands linked, in silence.