Disclaimer: I do not own glee or its characters, yada, yada, yada...
Author Notes: Lame title I know, but my brain is letting me come up with a nicer one - suggestions are welcomed. This is a little fluffy ficlet based on sentence number 20 from 20 Sentences - Purt. I am having a little writers block so I thought this would be a nice way to cleanse the system while I work out chapter 5 for Raising Baby. Unbeta-d. Feedback is loved! Enjoy!
"Noah, why did you suggest such a dangerous activity?" Kurt called across the frozen pond in an indignant tone that was uniquely his. He was currently stumbling around the ice, looking a lot like Bambi taking his first steps, a wide-eyed look on his face. It surprised Puck that someone who was so co-ordinated on the dance floor could be such a klutz on the ice. Weren't dancers supposed to have balance?
"Noah!" Kurt called out again. "How are you moving so fast? You make this look so – oof!" Kurt's thought was cut short as he toppled over on the ice, landing butt first on the cold surface. Kurt grimaced as he finished his sentence, "- easy."
Puck skated over to the other boy a look of amusement on his face; it was a change to see the normally composed boy all flustered. He reached out a hand to Kurt and hoisted him up to standing position.
"I can't believe you haven't ice skated before. Not even as a little kid?"
"It has never appealed to me. The cold making my face all red and blotchy, not to mention the bruises that are no doubt forming on my - " Kurt turned his head around to look at his backside and sighed. It had begun to collect shavings of ice after his, what seemed like fiftieth, fall.
Puck just chuckled good-naturedly and grasped Kurt's wrist, pulling him closer. He wiped some of the ice of Kurt's backside and then removed his hand with a quick squeeze. Kurt moved his hand to bat Puck's away when he grabbed it and brought it to his chest. Kurt looked at Puck in confusion when the other boy began moving backwards, pulling him across the ice. They moved with ease in seamless figure eights and loops. Kurt smiled as he was now able to enjoy skating, but his expression changed when Puck motioned for him to let go.
"Noah?" Kurt said warily.
"Don't worry, Kurt, you'll be fine," Puck tried to reassure Kurt as he let the other boy's hands go; leaving Kurt to skate on his own. Puck watched as Kurt gingerly moved his skates attempting to move forward with the ease that he and Kurt were moving before.
Unfortunately, Kurt was not quite ready yet and fell forward, sprawling out on the ice in a star, cheek resting against the cold ice. Kurt knew he was going to regret it later, but he just didn't have the energy to pull himself up off the ice again; so he just laid there letting the cold of the ice burn into his cheek, letting out a weak "Ugh".
The next thing he knew, Kurt was being pulled up of the ice into a warm embrace, his now numb cheek being pressed into the warmth of Puck's jacket. Kurt inhaled the sent and relaxed into the embrace, mumbling, "It's not fair."
Puck raised an eyebrow, puzzled, his chin resting on the other boy's head, "What's not fair?"
"That you can't move at all on the dance floor, but you skate circles around me on the ice." The fabric muffled Kurt's reply, as he continued to nuzzle his cheek into the warmth.
Puck just chuckled and pulled Kurt's face into his hands, he smiled and placed a kiss on Kurt's red cheek; the warmth of his lips spreading across his skin. Kurt just smiled and placed a kiss of his own on Puck's lips.
As uncoordinated as Kurt was on the ice he at least had Puck to pick him up and kiss him better.