With his head held high and his hand linker with Blaine's, Kurt walked through the front doors of McKinley High School. It was the Monday after a long weekend filled with successful West Side Story productions. Kurt was so proud of his boyfriend; each show had a full house. As the two boys reached their lockers, they were on top of the world.
Before he had managed to open his locker, a sudden freezing sensation overcame Kurt's body. What made it worse, however, was when he felt Blaine's body tense up at his side; they had been slushied.
Slurs were bring thrown at the couple from their attackers, but they went unnoticed. Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and lead him away into the bathroom.
Within seconds, Blaine felt warm water cleaning his face, but the contrast from the slushie caused him to jerk his head away.
"Oh, baby," Kurt cooed, "I am so sorry."
"D-don't b-be," Blaine stuttered as shivers wracked his body, "it's n-not your fault."
"Shh," Kurt hushed his boyfriend, "let's just get you cleaned up. Kurt finished cleaning off Blaine's face before pulling his shivering boyfriend into a tight hug. "Calm down, Blaine, I've got you."
"Do you happen to have a spare shirt?"
Blaine heard Kurt chuckle against his chest before pulling back and staring down into the younger boy's eyes.
"Wait here," Kurt said before placing a small kiss on Blaine's cheek and retreating from the bathroom.
Blaine curled his arms around himself and turned to stare at his reflection in the mirror. He could still see the traces of blue slushie streaking down his face. He turned one of the taps on as he leaned his head down to splash the warm water on his face again. The sound of the running water muffled the noise of the door swinging open again.
Blaine's head jerked up fast and a loud gasp escaped his lips when he felt two hands press tightly into his hips.
"Kurt!" he squealed when he realized who the hands belonged to. "You scared me, don't do that!"
Kurt had resumed laughing at his boyfriend's jumpy state. "I got us both clean shirts," Kurt explained as he grinned wildly and held out a shirt. "Here."
Kurt felt the shirt leave his hand but made no move to look away. He just kept smiling down at his boyfriend.
"What? You look like a kid in a candy store," Blaine said.
"Nothing," Kurt responded, his smile unwavering. He pushed Blaine playfully, flashed him his smile, and leaned down to splash the warm water on his own face. "I hate slushies."
The boys changed into their dry shirts before walking back into the hallway to get their books and head to class, hands linked once again.