Prompt: in the snow.
"Oh, gross." Kurt crinkled his nose in disgust.
"What?" Blaine asked, padding over to the window, where Kurt was looking out at the street below.
"It's snowing," Kurt said, snuggling into Blaine's hold around his waist. "That means winter's officially here for good, and it's only November."
"But that means peppermint mochas and Christmas carols," Blaine said, pecking a kiss to Kurt's cheek. "You love those."
"Yes, but it also means slushy streets and dirty snow and never feeling properly warm regardless of how long I've been inside," Kurt complained. "I know I love wearing scarves, but as accessories, not necessities."
"You're such a grinch, Kurt Hummel," Blaine teased. "Are you going to steal all my presents from under the tree this year?"
"I'm putting all your presents under the tree this year," Kurt said. "Although Mercedes told me a story about Sue stealing all the glee kids' presents when we were at Dalton."
"I don't even wanna know," Blaine said. "I wouldn't put it past her, but I'm still traumatized from her having sex in our apartment after Rachel's show. I can't handle thinking about her yet."
"Oh my God, I'd just managed to repress that, B," Kurt said, shuddering. "Thanks for making me relive that."
"Here, I've got an idea," Blaine said, pulling away. "Grab your coat."
"What? I am not going out in that," Kurt said, gesturing to the only lightly falling snow.
"I promise it'll be worth it," Blaine said, batting his eyelashes, and oh, that was so unfair.
"Fine," Kurt said, pulling his gray peacoat off the rack and handing Blaine's matching black one over. "But you'd better not complain about my ice cold feet tonight in bed."
"I'll warm you up later, I promise," Blaine said, smirking lasciviously. "Just follow me."
Blaine led them down the stairs and out to the deserted courtyard behind their apartment building, stopping Kurt dead in the center of the tiny square of space.
"Close your eyes," Blaine said, and Kurt complied, a bit confused. "Take a deep breath, and notice how quiet it is, like we're the only two people around. Think about what Lorelai Gilmore said: the first snowfall of the season is lucky."
"Oh, is it now?" Kurt said, but he couldn't even muster up any snark. The change in atmosphere and uncommon quiet was calming, and the chill of the air did feel good against his cheeks.
"It definitely is," Blaine said, and even though Kurt had his eyes shut, he could tell Blaine was smiling. "So make a wish."
"I think my biggest wish right now is that my wonderful, handsome fiance would kiss me," Kurt said, opening his eyes and giving Blaine a flirty glance.
Blaine just surged forward, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and connecting their lips. They kissed lazily, making Kurt's brain go fuzzy, finally breaking apart when Blaine shook against him.
"You okay?" Kurt asked.
"'M cold," Blaine said, shivering again.
"Oh really?" Kurt said, unable to hold back his shit-eating grin.
"Shut up and take me back indoors, Hummel. I might need to share body heat to warm up again," Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand and pulling him back toward the door.
"Well, if I have to."