A/N: So. Really short. Super fluffy. I think I may rewrite the ending at some point. But for now, enjoy.


They made an odd couple, the one wearing brand-new, shiny-white, top-of-the-line, brand-name ice skates, the other wearing scuffed-up, broke-in, regular-old, black hockey skates. Yet somehow they fit together as perfectly as their slightly-numb intertwined fingers. They glided along contentedly, both steady on their feet – which was a bit disappointing because it prevented them from clinging to each other under the guise of needing support. But the low temperature made them cold enough to provide for many cuddling opportunities later on.

One of them broke away from the other, rushed ahead, leapt in the air, and spun twice before landing neatly on one foot.

His partner glared good-naturedly. "Kurt, quit showing off!"

Kurt did a figure-eight without putting his second foot down, before gliding over to the other boy once again.

"Noah," Kurt said calmly, "we've discussed this. Just because you're jealous-"

"I am not jealous," Puck asserted emphatically.

Kurt agreed with playful sarcasm. "Sure you aren't."

"If you keep pulling girly shit like that people are gonna think you're gay or something," Puck pointed out.

Kurt seemed to think that this was a pretty stupid statement.

"I'm just saying."

"I think you're being ridiculous," Kurt said, sliding a few inches closer and resting his hands of the other boy's hips. "I don't see any reason for anyone to think that." Kurt leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his partner's frozen lips.

Puck smirked. "Oh really?" Their lips met again briefly. And again. And once more for good measure. "I can think of a few reasons."

Kurt smiled and pulled Puck close, pressing their bodies together and leaning forward to meet Puck's lips in a slow, gentle kiss, longer and more intimate than the last four.

"You know," Kurt said with a smirk when his mouth was once again free for him to speak with, "if you keep kissing guys like that people are going to think you're gay or something."

Puck's lips quirked into a grin as he studied the boy in his arms. "Let them think whatever the hell they want. Just as long as they know that I'm a badass," he responded, gripping Kurt more tightly and pressing their mouths together once more.