kurt.

          _{His heart quite possibly skipped a beat as Blaine stopped them in their tracks in the middle of the school grounds, the cold winter air knocked straight out of his lungs as he desperately tried to remain his posture. There hadn’t been many a moments in Kurt’s lifetime where he had found himself grow weak at the knees through means of a simple gesture. Inviting, perfectly shaped pale pink lips close enough to kiss, the other Warbler’s forever uniform clad body close enough to wrap his arms around just a little longer. A set of bright, lovestruck eyes mesmerized by the swift and sudden movement of Blaine’s free hand as the forever ongoing snowfall somehow managed to bring them even closer together.} 

_{Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he just went straight for the plunge. Just lay one on him. Get it all over with, and —by any means— out in the open. Pull his heart up from under his sleeve and confess his undying love without so much as a hint of doubt or any fear of rejection. Perhaps, somehow, this was the universe’s bizarre way of trying to send a message — lips parted as though by default as he watched the other in slight amusement, one last fatal glance into all too familiar hazel eyes before quickly averting his gaze back to their immediate surroundings.} 

          _{❛ It’s definitely something, ❜  he hummed. Words that probably wouldn’t have sounded so skeptic had it not been for the current state of his toes and fingers; muscles loosely strained in the palm of his hand despite the additional warmth of fingers intertwined and coffee.  ❛ Thank you. ❜  Giving in, the taller male’s expression softened.  ❛ For breaking my fall today. Twice. ❜} 

      Snowflakes continued to fall around them as they stood still.  Specks of white that clung to his hair and Kurt’s.  To their collars and scarves.  The air cold enough that they didn’t melt right away.  Not like the one he’d tried to taunt Kurt with by catching off his nose.  Curious hazel eyes watched Kurt’s expressions.  How he seemed to be thinking of something deeper than coffee flavors and a walk in the snow.  His head tilted and the question of what was on Kurt’s mind, a question Blaine never seemed to hesitate to ask, was frozen on the tip of his tongue.  Something inside him just got stuck.  Like he might be treading into waters that Kurt might not want him to delve into.

But then again?  Kurt’s eyes were so bright that maybe he was reading too much into things, feeling concerned over nothing.  He couldn’t help it, though.  When it came to Kurt?  There was such an instinct in him to make sure that Kurt was always okay (no..better than okay.) dug deep into him.  Kurt reminded him of so much of himself.  In a lot of ways.  Though, there was more to it than that.  Kurt was important–so, so, so important.  No better way to describe it than that.

Their eyes met.  Kurt looked happy.  Blaine’s worry faded.  And he looked happy, too.  A soft smile greeted that glance.  His gaze even followed Kurt’s until it was impossible and he laughed.  “You’re welcome.  I didn’t bring you out for you to sprain an ankle.  Don’t worry.  I’ll always catch you no matter what.  Okay?”  A quiet gasp followed, like he was remembering something.   “Come on,” he squeezed Kurt’s hand again and gave him a gentle tug, “There’s something you should see before we go back in.  Is that okay?  Or have I frozen the fun out of this adventure?”