Klaine Oneshots.
The snow was pilling up outside, the frosted windows each had a pile of it over five inches high and it was growing. It spread like a thick white comforter over New York, blanketing everything until the once so defined urban landscape was a cold, empty canvas. The car, a Lincoln Navigator no less, was no longer distinguishable from the drive. The roads were no longer roads, but paired with the pavements and the front lawns of the rows of rich, suburban houses became fields of soft white. The shadows were pale blues and there were icicles growing on the trees and hanging off the edges of the roofs. The snow was falling in thick thumb sized chunks, swirling in endless patterns in the sky before landing gently onto the mattress below to make room for more in the cold air.
Everyone in New York would be wrapped up in there warm homes, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, maiden aunts, even nosy neighbours who would be bound to talk about it tomorrow. There was a blanket of calm accompanying the snow, and nobody wanted to break it.
"You can't go out there, Kurt." Warm, heavy hands wrapped around his waist as he made his way from the window to the door. He was pulled back into a body and tendrils of heat curled into him, he sighed and relaxed, but...
"I really can't stay." He pulled away, his dad was expecting him, Carol would worry and Finn would get all bent out of shape – both with worry over him and annoyance that he didn't get to spend the night with Rachel.
Blaine sighed noisily and refused to let go, he twined his arms around Kurt's waist and buried his head in his neck.
"Look outside, Kurt, it's a blizzard." He declared dramatically, rubbing his nose gently against the soft skin, "Think of my life long sorrow if you got pneumonia and died!"
Kurt laughed, and ran his hands down Blaine's arms until their fingers locked together, "maybe just half a drink more. Plus, my dad would kill me if a drove in this weather. It's not safe and can seriously damage the car."
"Have I ever told you how hot it is you're a grease monkey?" Blaine asked, propping his chin up on the slightly smaller boy's shoulder. Kurt leaned his head back, smiling.
"No, but there's a first time for everything."
Blaine grinned at him and planted a soft kiss on Kurt's cheek, then let him go, "Hey, you pick the music, and I'll go get you that promised drink. Eggnog?"
"Yes, please." Kurt answered politely, trotting to the iPod dock to put on some appropriate Christmas song, then running to catch up to Blaine. He slipped his hand into Blaine's and they smiled at each other.
"I'm happy you stayed." Said Blaine softly,
"Yeah, me too," answered Kurt, squeezing the hand in his. "It must be freezing out there!"
i wrote this then totally forgot about it! :)
it makes me laugh that Kurt, a mechanics kid, would try to drive in the snow - surely he knows the damage it would do.
This is kind of mocking but kind of a homage to BICO fics, because as much as i love them, there's a million of them and they can all be a little bit the same.
review please, because my life (my life) would suck (would suck) without them! (without them!)
;)
