Blaine was walking through the hallway, resisting the urge to throw his books into the air, when it happened. It was cold, so cold, gushing into his pores, dripping down his neck, back, into his skin-tight jeans. Blinded by the frigid liquid, Blaine felt a hand grabbing his as he was pulled into the nearest bathroom.
Kurt quickly pulled the handkerchief out of his vest pocket and wiped the cherry-red slushee from his boyfriend's eyes. Blaine blinked and looked into the smudged mirror in front of him.
"At least it matches my pants," he said.
"My pants," corrected Kurt as he ran one hand down the red denim-clad leg, wiping Blaine's forehead with the other. "Next time don't forget your umbrella, new kid," Kurt said with a sly smile. "You'll fit right in."
Blaine grinned as Kurt's lips met his, and the world around seemed to stop.
Kurt pulled away slightly, licking his lips. "Cherry," he said. "You're lucky, grape stings your eyes the most..."
Blaine pulled his boyfriend closer to him. He no longer felt his eyes stinging, his hair dripping, his body freezing. All he felt was Kurt, pressed against him, and it felt perfect; Like two pieces of a puzzle.
The bathroom door suddenly swung open, followed by a woman's harsh voice: "Porcelain! Mini-Schuester! Get out of the ladies' bathroom and get to class!"
The boys pulled apart. Blaine wiped his sticky hand off on his pants and held it out to the woman in the blue track suit. "Actually, my name is Blaine," he side with a prize-winning grin. "I believe we've met, at the Lima Bean."
"I'm sorry, Bland. You're so short, all I could see was too much hair gel. If you're ever running low, one Will Schuester has been known to keep stashes hidden around the school."
A blushing Kurt grabbed his boyfriend's hand and pushed open the door. "Bye, Coach Sylvester!" he called, and he walked Blaine to his first class at McKinley High School.