Blaine waddled onto the ice rink. "Kurt, I can't-"
"Don't even think about saying that! I know you can." Kurt said, gliding across the ice.
"You can't just leave me here!" Blaine said, trying to stay balanced while clutching onto the skatium wall.
"Oh, fine." Kurt said, slipping his gloved hand into Blaine's.
"No, I'm not letting go of this wall!" Blaine protested.
"Trust me, your fine." Kurt said, smiling. He had finally found something his boyfriend wasn't completely amazing at. He didn't like to see Blaine suffer, but this was pretty pathetic.
Blaine listened to Kurt. He let go of the wall, and held onto Kurt's hand with everything he had in him. "I swear Kurt, if you let go…" Blaine mumbled.
"You'll what?" Kurt smiled, still enjoying seeing Blaine struggle.
The two slowly made their way to the middle of the rink. It was empty. Rachel and Finn had booked this rink in an hour for their daughter, Isabelle's birthday party and Kurt wanted to go ahead of time to practice his figure eight.
"Kurt, when did you get so good?" Blaine asked, still struggling to stand on the ice.
"My mother loved ice skating, and she would always take me before she….well….and after she passed, I continued. She always said I was such a good skater, but I stopped when I got into high school. I didn't want people to have more reasons to make fun of me." Kurt stopped smiling as he said these words, and a tear streamed down his face.
"Oh, honey. I'm sorry I asked. I would hug you right now, but, um…" Blaine said, holding Kurt's hand tighter. Kurt chuckled.
"Okay." Kurt said getting himself together. "well we better keep practicing, unless you want everyone to see your one imperfection."