"Come onto the rink."

"No."

"Come on, Kurt, are you scared or something?"

"No, maybe, sort of, yes."

Blaine stopped skating on the ice and looked into his boyfriend's eyes. He could tell that he was scared out of his mind. Kurt's ice cold hands gripped onto the side tightly and glanced at the slippery surface as if it was dangerous fiery flames. He dared to look up for a second and saw Blaine offering his hand. Kurt grabbed it quickly but remained on the ice.

"Don't be afraid, Kurt. It's just ice. I've got you." Blaine said, smiling at his stiff, scared boyfriend.

Kurt gave an annoyed sigh and slowly lifted one foot and placed it on the ice. Blaine congratulated him, as if he'd just done the hardest and biggest task known to humanity. He looked behind him, obviously questioning his actions and wondering whether to return his foot to safer places.

"Ok, Kurt, now the other." Blaine tried to encourage him, pointing his own toes as he spoke.

Kurt shook his head, "wait, no, no. I'll fall over and break my neck," he broke free from Blaine's grasp and took one space back off the ice rink. Blaine simply shrugged his shoulders and gracefully, effortlessly glided around the icy area.

Kurt sat down on a nearby bench and just watched his boyfriend skate and socialise with other people, mentally asking himself why he even dragged himself here. He didn't like ice skating, never had.

Something had caught Kurt's attention; everyone on the rink had stopped skating and surrounded around something in the middle of the rink. He struggled to stand on both two feet and wobbled, attempting to see what was going on. He scrambled on to the ice rink and slowly skated to the middle of the ice. A look of shock and sympathy quickly flooded Kurt's face as he saw his boyfriend lying on the rink staring at his own bloody leg.

"Blaine? Blaine! Oh my God, what happened?" Kurt frantically asked, feeling guilty he had left Blaine all alone on the ice rink to skate alone.

Blaine pulled Kurt and clutched him tightly against his chest.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry babe. Why hadn't I just grown some balls and skated with you. I could have pulled you up and then you would never have ended up like this." Kurt said apologetically, gesturing at Blaine's poor bloody broken leg.

"Hey, hey, it's not your fault, I should have been more careful." Blaine comforted him, gently stroking Kurt's face.

Even though Blaine was the one in pain, Kurt was the one whose face was as pale as the ice Blaine fell on. He struggled to balance on his two feet during the seemingly endless ambulance ride and couldn't seem to walk in a straight line down the hospital halls. He eventually collapsed onto a chair in the waiting room and waited for news about Blaine. He quickly grew extremely impatient and pushed the door open to find his calm boyfriend looking very tired in bed. Kurt sprinted towards him as tears ran down his pale cheeks. He started to babble things very quickly and Blaine could barely understand what he was trying to say. Blaine gently touched one of Kurt's soft cheeks while also wiping a tear away and kissed him on the lips, silencing the small hospital room.

"Shh, I love you…"

"I love you too…"