A/N- Trying another Glee fic... hope you like it! Klaine fluffyness in the extreme.

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Ding-dong.

"I'll get it!" Blaine yelled, racing down the stairs of his home. He opened the door to see Kurt, his boyfriend of two months. "Hey."

"Hey," Kurt responded, smiling softly.

"Were you waiting long?" Blaine took Kurt's hand and pulled him in gently from the cold winter storm.

Kurt blushed profusely. "Not too long."

"You're blushing."

"Shut up."

They went into the large living room, where a hot fire blazed in the fireplace. It was Winter Break at Dalton Academy, and it had snowed heavily the night before. There were about 6 or 7 inches on the ground, and although it was cold outside, it was warm and oh-so-cozy inside.

They sat in front of the blazing fireplace, slowly growing warmer.

"You're not wearing your uniform," Kurt grinned. It was true; Blaine was wearing a white long-sleeve V-neck T-shirt, dark wash blue jeans, and rainbow suspenders. His hair was loose and curly, falling in his hazel eyes that so entranced Kurt. Our favorite soprano, on the other hand, wore a light sage cashmere sweater over a white button up, darker green bowtie, black pants tighter than Mercedes' new weave, and black lace up Alexander McQueen boots.

"Neither are you," Blaine commented.

"But I've never seen you without your uniform." Said Kurt. "It's cute."

Blaine felt a light flush creep up his neck, staining his cheeks bright pink.

"You're blushing." Kurt smirked.

"Oh shut up."

"Make me," Kurt stared directly into his eyes and Blaine grinned.

"That a challenge?" Taking the younger boy by surprise, Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt square on the lips. Kurt let out a tiny gasp that was muffled by the kiss, but relaxed and kissed his boyfriend back with ferocity. Their lips intertwined perfectly, as if they'd been made for each other. Blaine pushed Kurt down on the floor, laying on top of him and deepening the kiss. Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth, again muffled by the kiss. Blaine detaches his lips from those delicious lips and let them travel down the soprano's neck. Kurt gasped again as his boyfriend sucked hard enough to leave a hickey for later. Blaine moved his lips back to Kurt's.

After about 10 minutes, they broke apart, giggling like they had been given doses of laughing gas.

"I love you," murmured Blaine.

"I love you too."

"Want to have a snowball fight?

Kurt glanced at his boyfriend curiously. "Are you being serious? Because if you're drunk off of my kisses, I think I'm being a bad influence."

"No, I'm serious. I thought it would be cute."

Kurt shrugged. "Sure, why the hell not?"

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Blaine's POV

"Oh my god, Kurt, is that a pheasant?" I pointed behind him and he spun anround.

"Really? Where?" While he searched for the "pheasant" I balled up enough snow in my glove for a decent sized snowball. "I don't see any-" Kurt was cut off buy the snowball hitting him square in the face.

I grinned. "Bull-eye."

"I hope you know that this means war."

"But how can there be a war when there's a... Oh my god, sale at Express!"

"What?" he screamed. I smirked. Piece of cake.

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A/N- yeah, yeah, yeah. Please don't give me any grief about the shortness. Just review please, because reviews make my world go round.