They were curled up on the sofa in the Dalton Academy library, wrapped around each other in a tangled mass of arms in legs. Kurt hummed softly, running his free hand along Blaine's jaw to cup his cheek, pulling him close and leaning their foreheads together. Blaine was lost in the moment, lost in the feel of Kurt's soft, soft hair, lost in the faint flowery smell of whatever product he used in it. Kurt was lost, too, in Blaine's eyes and his deep, masculine voice, but maybe not quite as lost as Blaine was, because a few minutes later he'd shot up, his eyes widened. Blaine whined a bit, but was quickly silenced by the look in Kurt's eyes.

"Crap, Blaine, what time is it?" he asked, his gaze a bit frantic. Blaine pulled out his watch, squeezing Kurt's fingers gently.

"It's nine thirty, why- Oh shit," he hissed in realization as Kurt stood and hurried around to gather his things. Blaine ran to the window where he'd tossed his shoes, pulling them on quickly and glancing out the window, his jaw dropping at the sight. "Kurt?"

"Crap, crap, crap," Kurt was mumbling hurrying around the room in an attempt to gether his books. "My dad's gonna kill me when I get ho-"

"Kurt," Blaine repeated, pulling the curtains apart and looking out at the courtyard. "Look."

Kurt made his way over to him, peering over his shoulder and out the window. His jaw dropped, and he squeezed Blaine's arm gently.

"Oh my god."

"I know, right?" Blaine replied, a grin spreading across his face. "It's so pretty."

"How am I going to get home?" Kurt mumbled, sighing heavily. "Dammit, dammit, dammit..."

Blaine turned to him with a warm smile on his face. "This is great!" he replied, taking Kurt's hands in his and spinning him around the room. "It's like, three feet deep out there! You can stay in my dorm with me tonight!"

Kurt wanted to say something like how his dad would have both of their heads for this, snow or no snow, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. So he just moved closer, resting a hand on his shoulder and taking his other hand in his, letting the younger boy dance him across the room while he nestled his head against his chest.

"I'll have to call my dad."

"He'll understand."

"You dork."

"I love you too."

They stayed like that for a while before gathering their things and heading off to Blaine's dormitory. Kurt sent a quick text to his father explaining the situation to him, reassuring him that, yes, they would be fully clothed the entire time and that, no, they would not be partaking in any of the "funny business" mentioned earlier.

Which, of course, was somewhat of a lie.