A/N: Just a short drabble about Blaine and Kurt. Inspired by Baby, It's Cold Outside.

Snowflakes

Snow is slowly melting down Kurt's back, soaking his uniform jacket and chilling him. It's a little uncomfortable, and he's freezing, but he doesn't want to move. Snow is falling from the sky, white flakes twirling through the air and then melting on his skin, catching on his eyelashes. The night sky above them is a blur, although normally they would be able to see every star in the sky, twinkling above them.

The only part of Kurt's body that is warm is his hand; it's clasped with Blaine's, who is lying right there beside him, staring upwards. The moment feels so magical, it's all Kurt can do to keep still and not break it. Blaine has no such concerns.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he asks, and all Kurt can do is nod silently. Blaine shifts, pulling himself and Kurt upright in one fluid movement. Their hands stay locked together, and Blaine looks down at them for a moment.

"When I first moved to Dalton, I used to come out here all the time," he says, gesturing to the snowed in football field around them.

"I used to think of all the things I wanted to say to my bullies; all the things I should have said. You're braver than me," he continues, and Kurt wants to interject, but he is utterly transfixed by the older boy.

"You stood up to that guy, you confronted him. That takes courage," Kurt smiles at what he has come to regard as their word.

"I couldn't have done that without you," he says, and Blaine grins slowly. He keeps his eyes locked with Kurt's and he leans forward. Their lips meet, and Kurt shivers at the snowflakes lingering on Blaine's mouth, their icy stabs feeling like needles. It hurts a little, but it's a good pain, and the snowflakes melt until they are both warm. Breaking the kiss, Blaine pulls back.

"I'm so glad you're here," he whispers.

"Me too."