For once, it wasn't a slushie making Kurt's face feel like ice. And for once, he didn't care.

"You are gonna pay for that, Mr Anderson!"

Blaine grinned, with a wicked glint in his eye.

"God, I hope so!" Kurt's jaw dropped. Blaine turned and ran in the opposite direction. Kurt blinked hard to get the ice out of his eyes, and ran right after him, grabbing a handful of snow before he did so. Blaine wasn't getting away with that one.

"Blaine! Get back here! You're dead!"

"What are you waiting for?", he yelled back, "Come and catch me already!"

Unfortunately for Blaine, Kurt was faster than he'd thought. He felt the snow strike the back of his head, dripping through his hair and under his scarf, trickling down his spine. He gasped for air as the coldness set in, and Kurt tackled him to the ground. Kurt was laughing, but Blaine was still frozen (excuse the pun) in shock. He was panting in a vain effort to warm up, his teeth chattering as Kurt lay on top of him.

"'llneverbewarmagain"

"Geez Blaine, you shouldn't dish it out if you can't take it!" Blaine's lips had already started turning blue. Kurt paused for a second, biting his lip and furrowing his brow. He had every intention of rushing him inside and warming him up, but not before he'd taken in just how cute and vulnerable Blaine looked; hat, scarf, thick coat and hair springing out after being so wet. He pushed himself up from the floor, and offered Blaine his hands, yanking him back to his feet. "OK, OK, maybe taking you down was a little harsh. I guess I've gotten some kind of ice immunity." He rubbed his arms and brushed the snow from his shoulders. "Tell you what. How about I make us a hot chocolate inside? You look like you're gonna freeze to the spot."

"That… Sounds good… Please…" Blaine stammered through his chattering teeth, trying and failing to be a bit more subtle with his shivering. He clung to Kurt's arm to try and keep warm as they made their way into the house.

Kurt had to practically peel Blaine's scarf and coat off of him. The hat was a little easier, as his hair has swelled so much it was already pushing it away from his head. Kurt handed him a towel, but when he still struggled to move, he steered him toward the couch, sat him down, and started drying his hair for him. The second it had dried a little, Kurt started making the drinks and ran upstairs, changing into dry clothes and grabbing an outfit for Blaine. Anything wool would do, but he had to go for red pants and a thick green sweater. 'Twas the season, after all.

He ran back downstairs, still a little damp but more concerned about Blaine. But Blaine seemed to be doing a lot better, as he sat in front of the fire, warming his hands.

"Here. You'll never dry off in those clothes, and I don't want you getting sick. Not on Christmas Eve Eve." He handed him the clothes, kneeling down and stroking his arms and kissing his cheek. It was his way of apologising for inflicting this upon him. Even though he totally deserved it, of course. Blaine looked up at him and smiled. His teeth had finally stopped chattering.

"Thanks, Kurt. But this doesn't mean you don't still owe me that hot chocolate." His smile turned into a grin, and his tongue stuck out just a little as Kurt tickled his sides until he was on the floor. The chattering had turned into giggles.

"OK, your Majesty. I'll be right back. Just get nice and warmed up." He ruffled Blaine's hair and sashayed to the kitchen to boil the kettle. He glanced back at his boyfriend, and couldn't help staring as he started to get undressed. Maybe he should've closed the door. But he doubted Blaine would mind. First went the shirt, then the jeans, and just as the boxers got to the floor the watter was bubbling and the kitchen was filling with steam. Kurt could barely see through it, but he didn't need to. He knew every detail already. But it hardly seemed fair that he couldn't see him in the gentle glow of the fire. He walked a little closer, and wasn't disappointed. He got there just in time to see Blaine, still glistening from the snow, each droplet sparkling in the firelight, turn around to grab the towel again to finish drying off.

As he turned, Kurt was only a metre away.

"You know," he said to Kurt, towel in hand, head cocked to one side, "Maybe I don't need the clothes to get warmed up aga-"

Before he could finish his suggestion, Kurt had swept him into a kiss, both arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Blaine didn't object; instead he dropped the towel and kicked the clothes to the side, still completely absorbed in Kurt, soaking up his heat, and started to unbutton his cardigan as the sank onto the sofa, then rolled, laughing, onto the floor.

Blaine shivered. Kurt pulled back for a second.

"You can't still be cold? Do you want me to-" Blaine cut him off with another kiss, this one softer and slower.

"That wasn't the cold. That was you."