New fanfiction! I know, I know. I already have some that I haven't updated in a while but, sometimes, you just can't help it!
This is my second Klaine story which is based on the Ice-skating spoiler and a very imaginative Twitter friend! Go follow Tararetondo7 for more Klaine-ness!
None of this is official in any way!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kurt, Blaine, or any other Glee character mentioned! They belong to Glee, Fox, and RIB.
"Dad... Please, please be careful." Kurt whined.
"C'mon, bud. I'll be fine." Burt replied with a small chuckle, "Quit being such a worry-wart and get on the ice."
Kurt frowned and shook his head. As the chilly, winter New York air breeze blew past, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, "Dad... Are you ever gonna explain why you wanted to come here?"
Burt smiled and skated, abet gracefully, over to his son, who was still on platform, "Can't a man want to go ice-skating with his son?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Really? Okay, what news do you- Wait! Is Carole pregnant?! If she is, why didn't you say something sooner-"
But put a hand up, silencing his son with a chuckle, "Nope. Not that."
Kurt pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, much resembling a pouting toddler, "Fine then. I'll just sit down and drink some hot chocolate, while you go and have the chance of falling and scraping up your clothes." With a huff, he turned around and went to the concessions.
Burt watched him, and just shook his head. He turned and looked around the rink until he saw exactly who he was looking for. With a nod, he carefully stepped onto the platform, found a table to sit at, and began unlacing his skates.
"Done already?" Kurt asked with a small smile, "I'd at least think you would've wanted to circle the ring once." He sat down next to him, and offered his hot chocolate.
Burt shook his head, "I'm coming back. I just wanted to run to the bathroom real quick and splash hot water on my face." He stood up, "Stay here and watch the skates." Burt turned and walked away, a small smirk on his face.
Kurt sighed as he saw his father weave his way through the crowd. So, he drags me out of my cozy apartment and heating into chilly air that I know is gonna harm my skin. He's lucky I love him.
Kurt picked up the extra skates and looked at them in disgust. Might as well put these horrible things on, Kurt's train of thought was interrupted by a beep.
He pulled out his phone and just blinked at the message.
Any thoughts to offer? (;
-Paul
Kurt groaned and just put his head in his hands. Why can't he just give me a few minutes of peace?
Just as he picked his head up and was about to respond, the announcer came on, "Okay ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the couple skate! Grab your loved ones and get on the ice!"
Kurt signed and just put his phone down, not even bothering responding anymore. Hurt shot through him as he saw couples of all orientations skating. That could be him and Blaine.
He turned around, loneliness and sadness evident in his face, and finished lacing up the skates.
"Excuse me, may I have this dance?"
Kurt froze. He knew that voice. He loved that voice. The voice that belonged to the man who, no matter what, would always have his heart.
"Blaine?" He breathed as he turned around. And sure enough, Blaine was there.
They talked. On the phone at least, and had managed to solve the problem, and try to salvage the friendship they had. It was hard, really hard. It still hurt Kurt to think of what Blaine did, and Blaine hadn't even forgiven himself completely.
After that phone call, they texted once in a while, called on occasion, but Kurt hasn't seen his face since he ended things off.
He looked different. He eyes had no spark of life, his posture seemed to have shrunken down. Like, those months of separation took more of a toll on him than it did on Kurt, himself. But either way, in Kurt's eyes, he was gorgeous.
Part of Kurt was angry and wanted to run away. Just seeing his face brought back painful memories. But the other part of him wanted to hug and kiss the boy before him senseless. After all, not all the times they shared were bad.
Kurt looked at Blaine and then at the rink, "I don't skate." He said simply, and turned back in his seat.
A pressure on his shoulder stopped him.
He looked back at Blaine and the his now outstretched hand. Blaine took a deep breath and asked, "Do you trust me?"
Yes.
He took the slushy for me. He always put my happiness over his. He answered my 3am phone calls when I just needed someone to listen. He payed attention. He could read me like a book. He told me right after it happened. He was, and still is, not just the love of my life, but my best friend. He's sorry.
No.
He was with someone.
Blaine looked pleadingly into Kurt's eyes.
He's very sorry.
Kurt took a deep breath and, hesitantly, grabbed Blaine's hand. The familiar spark shooting through his body when their hands touched.
Blaine breathed out, and his eyes were welling up. He shook his head with a smile and lead Kurt to the rink. Blaine stepped on the rink and helped Kurt gently onto the ice.
Kurt was a bit unsteady and used Blaine as support. Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's waist, "You good?"
He nodded and looked out and saw people looking at them, but not in hate. More like, awe.
He smiled at Blaine and then, skated. Soon, Blaine lead them into the middle of the rink, just as another song started to play.
Blaine's smiled widened as he sung the opening verse.
I'm dreaming, of a White Christmas,
With every Christmas card I write.
He skated behind Kurt and gently swayed with him to the beat, singing in his ear.
May your days,
May your days,
May your days, be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases be white.
Kurt smiled and started skating around Blaine, getting used to being on the ice, and started singing along.
Woah, Woah, I'm dreaming,
Of a White Christmas,
With every Christmas card I right, ohh,
May your days be merry and bright.
Blaine pulled Kurt close as they sang the last notes, harmonizing beautifully,
And may all your, Christmases be white...
Clapping. Kurt looked and saw the rink, and even people in the platform clapping and smiling enthusiastically.
Blaine looked out to, eyes landing on Burt, who, along with the crowd, was clapping and smiling.
Kurt looked down bashfully, and then hesitantly up at Blaine again, taking in his breath-taking eyes.
"Blaine, I-" Kurt began, but the announcer cut him off.
"What a show! Bravo! Now, unfortunately, we need the ice cleared at the moment. It needs to be cleaned, but it won't take too long so don't go anywhere!"
Kurt sighed, and grabbed Blaine's hand, "C'mon." He said, gently pulling the other.
However, things didn't go so graceful.
As Blaine was trying to skate alongside Kurt, his skates slipped from under him and he landed harshly on his knees.
The other quickly skated over to help, arms crossed and with a small smirk on his face, "I knew it was gonna happen eventually." He said with a small chuckle, "Here." He said, extending his hand.
Blaine looked up at him, nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. He smiled, and shook his head, looking back up at the man he fell in love with, "On one condition."
Kurt blinked, "Okay?"
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand gently, but didn't get up. He took a deep breath and asked the two most important words he'd ever ask in whole life.
"Marry me?"
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OKAY, and by the way, this is gonna be a two-shot! It would be way to long as a one-shot! Next chapter should be up by Thanksgiving!
Love you all!