Edited!
Ok, I didn't change much, but I did spot a few mistakes in my original version, so here is the new and slightly improved version of this chapter. ^.^
For those of you reading this for the first time, ignore everything above this and enjoy my short and sweet attempt at some fluffy Klaine.
Kurt stormed into the bathroom, his hands almost shaking in fury. Blaine followed; He was annoyed, but calmer. Kurt stomped straight up to a mirror and glared at his reflection. Blue sugary liquid ran in rivulets down his face and chunks of colored ice stuck in his hair and across the front of his white Tom Ford jacket. For the last month, he had been careful to wear clothing that could not be ruined by a slushie to the face, but things had calmed down lately and he'd figured he was in the clear for at least a little while.
Blaine silently turned on the water at the next sink and reached for some paper towels to clean himself off. He'd gotten used to the slushie facials after a few weeks, and even though they still pissed him off, he was determined to persevere this time and not let the bullies chase him out of school yet again.
"You know, it's times like this that I wish we were still at Dalton," Kurt seethed. Blaine looked over and realized that Kurt had yet to make a move to clean the slushie off his face. He was just staring at the mirror, watching as the ice chunks in his hair melted and new rivers of blue ran down his face.
Blaine just stared for a moment, unsure of what to do. He'd thought the same thing on multiple occasions, but he wasn't sure if telling Kurt that now would actually help. Suddenly, a ridiculous thought popped into his head. He considered it for about half a second, a sly grin reaching up to the corners of his mouth. Then, before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned over and licked Kurt, running his tongue from Kurt's chin to his temple.
Kurt just stared at Blaine in the mirror, too shocked to even move. The smile on Blaine's face grew.
"Oh I don't know," Blaine said, shrugging and turning back to his mirror. "Things here can be kind of sweet." He winked at that last word and was rewarded with a smile and a slight blush from Kurt.
"You are so disgusting," he said, grabbing a paper towel and wiping off the place Blaine had just cleared of slushie. Blaine's smile didn't falter, however, as he could hear traces of laughter in Kurt's voice and, as much as he tried to keep a straight face, a smile was tugging at those perfect lips of his.
I wasn't kidding when I said short! But come back for chapter two. It's much much much longer and just as sweet. (though my inspiration for it was… odd to say the least…)