It was a brisk, snowy day. Where the wind snapped the white fluff across your face in the whipping fashion. The tip of my noes was exposed to the harsh weather, as well as my hand, both dabbled in a bright red color.
As I rounded a corner of the park I saw a familiar figure sitting on a bench. When I approached closer I saw a familiar elfy face, surrounded by dark curls. Blaine stood up and came over to me, embrassing me in a warm, firey hug, with a toothy grin spreading ear to ear.
"Hey you." His whispered sweetly in my ear. His mouth so close I could feel his cold breath against my near numb face.
"Hey yourself." I responded while turning my head to face him. I began to lean foward to close the small gap between our lips, but he extended his arms to stop me. Ending our embrase.
"Not here. someone else is here." His voice was now harsh and disconnected as he glanced side to side, focusing on a person I couldn't see.
"No one's here-"
"Duck!" he cut me off, pulling me to the white, fluffy snow bed next to us. Canons of snowballs pelted our backs on our effort down. Heavy footsteps aproached us as a large shadow loomed over us.
Dave Karofsky.
"Hey fags," his voice boomed over us, and his towering figure crouched down to talk to me. "Fucking around in the snow? Looks like I missed all the fun." Now he was talking directly to me. My lip trembling with fear so much so that I forgot that Blaine was lying next to me on this cold white comforter.
"Back off, Karofsky. We have dirt on you, and you have shit-nothing on us." Blaine said shoving Dave down to the ice as he stood up, extending a hand to help me to my feet.
He stumbled back to his feet putting his hands in his pocket. He began to walk away but when he was about five feet behind us we heard him call out "Actually, homo, thats where your wrong." We all turned to face each, Karofsky looking directly at Blaine, whos face had paled in fear. "Looks like we all got something to hide."
He began to walk away again. Blaine and I staring as he walked down the icy path. Karofsky turned to face us again for the final time when he was near ten yards away.
"See you at Scandals buddy!" He called off to Blaine, snickering as he left.
I turned to face my boyfriends face. Trying to put a look on my face that said 'what just happened?' or 'what did he mean?'. Blaine was refussing to make direct eye contact, but mumbled something under his breath in a tone of fear or sorrow.
"Kurt."