“What…” he had barely breathed the word, but he and Blaine were so close together that he had no doubt that the other boy had heard him. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!!

His heart was singing, and his stomach was filled with flitting butterflies. Blaine is holding my hand! Blaine wants to leave… with ME! He couldn’t just leave though, could he? He barely even knew Blaine… What if he was just luring him out into the parking lot to be egged like Rachel had been last year? What if the Warblers were going to beat him up? They did look suspiciously like a gang… What if…

“… I’m sorry! That was incredibly forward… we don’t have to… I just meant…” Blaine stammered.

Kurt watched, as Blaine sadly turned his face away from him, and dropped his hand. He didn’t like that, not one bit. He wanted the brunette’s hand back in his, and he wanted to look into those hazel eyes forever. He loved the way the colour of them changed depending on how he was feeling. He loved that he had the most expressive eyes Kurt had ever seen, even behind a mask. It tore him to pieces to see him look so sad, and in that moment, Kurt knew that he knew a lot more about Blaine than he thought he had a minute ago.

“Blaine?” Kurt grabbed his hand again, and revelled in the way Blaine’s fingers fit perfectly in between his.

“Come on, Warbler. I know a great little coffee shop, The Lima Bean, not too far from here… They make a mean non-fat mocha. It’s to DIE for.”

He couldn’t help but notice that Blaine had broken into the biggest, goofiest grin that Kurt had ever seen as they walked down the hall hand in hand. Kurt couldn’t help but smile too.

It was the strangest feeling, he had just met Blaine, but the two of them walking hand in hand down the hallway just felt like the easiest thing in the world. They had fallen into an easy comfortable stride, even though the boy beside him was just the slightest bit shorter. The feeling of their hands intertwined together gave Kurt the craziest butterflies, but in the best possible way.

He snuck a quick glance over at Blaine- his eyes were still sparkling behind his mask, the smallest hint of a smile playing on his lips. He was just so… lovely. Kurt smiled at him as they reached the end of the hallway.

“Come on, then.” Kurt said, as he pushed the door outwards, and pulled Blaine with him into the cool winter air.
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After the heat of the gymnasium, the frosty air felt delightful on Blaine’s flushed skin. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his hand giving Kurt’s a soft squeeze.

“I love winter,” he said without opening his eyes. “There is something about the nights. They seem endless.” Realizing he probably sounded silly, he opened his eyes and tugged Kurt forward into the street. It was snowing, and the thick flakes drifted down slowly, mingling with the smoke of their breath.

For several minutes the boys walked down the street in silence. The Christmas lights on the houses and in the trees twinkled softly, and the only sound they could hear was the crunch of their shoes on the snow. For having met so shortly before, the quiet could have been awkward, stifling, but instead it felt sacred.

Another silly thought. Blaine knew that he was probably over romanticizing the situation. But in this moment, with snow cascading down and lights dancing like magic while he held the hand of the most achingly beautiful boy—he would have given anything to make this moment go on forever.

He knew that he should be worried. Should be terrified because at any second this could all end. But he wasn’t. Something about this endless winter night told him nothing could ruin it. Right now, when the world was still but for the falling snow, nothing would be able to touch them.

He was helpless; dazzled by the perfect boy, by the softly falling snow, by the cheerful glimmer of the Christmas lights. Spellbound by the way that Kurt’s smooth palm lay warm against his, and utterly, wondrously, undeniably in love. Like something out of a fairy tale, he had met his prince.

“Kurt.” He stopped and turned to the boy, who looked at him quizzically. Blaine’s gaze moved from Kurt’s soft blue eyes, framed so delicately by the silver mask, to his slightly parted lips. Hyper aware of every movement he made, Blaine stepped closer to Kurt, until they were close enough that the smoke from their breath mingled. He could see Kurt’s eyes widen behind his mask, see him take in a shuddering breath.

Moving slowly, ever so slowly, Blaine raised his hand to Kurt’s face and brushed back a lock of hair. His fingers trembled as his hand moved to the back of Kurt’s neck, brushed gently against the tiny hairs, and brought Kurt’s lips down to meet his.

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Kurt's eyes widened behind his mask, and his body tensed slightly as he realized what was happening. ohmygodohmygodohmygod. HIs body was screaming for him to pull away, but he couldn't he just… oh.

Oh.

Blaine's lips were on his and it was the most glorious thing he had ever felt in his life. They were so soft, so gentle against his, and he never wanted it to stop. This is what it was supposed to feel like he thought idly to himself, his lips still moving against Blaine's. His eyes fluttered closed as he reached between them to rest his hand against Blaine's cheek, deepening their kiss. The snow continued it's silent lazy dance around them, flakes landing in their hair, and melting on their upturned cheeks.

Rah Rah ah ah ah, Roma Roma ma, Ga Ga ooh la la la want your Bad Romance

Kurt broke away from Blaine, startled, as his phone rang. Why didn't you turn off your phone, stupid? A voice inside him asked. Kurt reached for his phone, but was met with Blaine's hand on his.

"Leave it" he purred into Kurt's ear, warming it with his breath.

"I… I can't…" he said ruefully in reply, shivering from something that certainly wasn't the cold. "It might be Finn, something might have happened to my dad… I… Hello? Oh, Rachel, sweetie… Slow down…. I… He what?" Kurt's eyes eyebrows rose in surprise. "Rachel, I can't… Rachel…Just… Hold on Rachel. I'll be right there." He hung up the phone dejectedly and shot Blaine what he hoped was an appropriately apologetic smile. His friends had the worst timing.

"Blaine…" he started not knowing what to say. Rachel had to go and have some sort of existential crisis just as he had found the man of his dreams. That was typical, so typical. "I… I have to go… I'm so sorry."

He leaned in again just briefly and touched his lips to Blaine's cheek.

"Thank you…" he whispered, and then he was gone. Disappeared in a cascade of swirling snowflakes.