Kurt and Blaine walked outside of their apartment building after deciding to go for a wander around. It was a brisk autumn day, the air sharp, the kind of weather Kurt loved because it meant coordinating coats and scarves, and pretty colours on the leaves and the weather being just cold enough to turn Blaine’s nose a faint pinkish colour that Kurt adored. In fact when Kurt looked up at Blaine he saw that it was happening already. He smiled to himself, and linked their hands together.

Kurt adored a lot of things about Blaine, actually. The way his tongue sticks out when he’s concentrating very hard, the way he gets a faint blush when Kurt kisses him sometimes, the way he acted like a child more often then anyone else his age, – although he mock-scolds him for it - and the way he could make Kurt laugh so hard his stomach hurts.

They walked like that for a bit, not saying very much, Kurt occasionally resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder, or Blaine lifting up Kurt’s hand and playing with his fingers. After a while they started to get a bit cold, and decided to head home.

When the arrived in, they took off their coats and sat down on the sofa with a blanket, hot chocolate and a pile of their favourite movies. There was a lot of things Kurt adored about Blaine, lounging on the sofa wrapped around around each other, watching movies and snuggling being one of them.