Blaine looked over at his boyfriend, bundled up against the cold, his breath becoming misty as it left his lips. His nose and cheeks were red, and he was shivering a bit, but he didn't seem to care. Not when he had a styrofoam cup of hot chocolate in one hand and Blaine's hand in the other. He wanted so badly to kiss those rosy red cheeks, to wrap Kurt in his arms and keep him warm. But he refrained, because Burt Hummel was just inside the Starbucks across the street with Carol and watching them like a hawk.
Kurt looked over at him and smiled, filling Blaine with warm despite the numbness in his gloveless fingertips. "Think we should ditch them?" he suggested, his light blue eyes filled with mischeif. Blaine laughed, slipping his hand into the small, warm space between Kurt's cardigan and his coat.
"He'dkill me, Kurt," Blaine replied with a light laugh, slipping an arm around his shoulders and recieving a glare from his father across the street. He was almost tempted to stick his tongue out, but that would mean a slap from Kurt and god-knows-what from Mr. Hummel. He snuggled closer to his boyfriend, pecking his cheek softly and sending him into a fit of giggles after seeing the look his father gave them.
"He'll befine with it," Kurt teased, standing and pulling Blaine up with him. He led him across the street, chattering away as he did. "We can go to Dalton. The library. It's a public place, right?" He laughed, and Blaine felt his heart fluttering in his chest at the sound.
"Alright, alright," he agreed as the entered the store, walking over to Burt and Carol. "I guess if your dad says it's okay..."
"If I say what's okay?" Burt demanded, rising from his seat and facing Blaine with his arms crossed over his chest. Damn the height difference...
Blaine cleared throat and straightened up a bit, to no avail, meeting Burt Hummel's gaze firmly enough to make conversation (but not so much to seem disrespectful).
"Mr. Hummel, I was going to ask if Kurt could come over," he said, biting his lip and trying not to let his nerves show. "To the library at Dalton. To study."
Burt narrowed his eyes, glancing back at Carol and letting out a sigh. "Have him home by ten," he mumbled, sitting back down and lacing his fingers with his fiance's. "And no... ehem... funny business."
"And if there does happen to be any, quote-on-quote, 'funny business,' make sure you use protection, 'kay?"
Burt shot a half-hearted glare at Carol, who burst in to laughter with Kurt. Blaine could feel his cheeks turning bright red and gave a small nod in agreement, managing a small "Thank you, Mr. Hummel!" before letting Kurt take his hand and drag him down the street.
