last friday night
wildberry;
Kurt glanced up, watching as Blaine quickly approached, his bag slung over his shoulder.
"Sorry about the wait," he sighed. "I had to talk to Miss Castle about an assignment she gave us, but honestly, it's steadily becoming clearer that she doesn't actually care about the curriculum..."
"McKinley isn't Dalton," Kurt responded with a wry smile, and Blaine hummed in response.
"Maybe not," Blaine conceded, and he leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to Kurt's lips. "But you're here."
A blush crept on Kurt's cheeks, though it was only visible for a split second before the couple was drenched in icy blue slush. Blaine coughed and spluttered, but Kurt simply stood frozen, the chill seeping through his body.
"Get a room, homos," one of the hockey players grumbled.
"Nobody wants to see that," another said.
"Fags."
Kurt squeezed his eyes tightly for a moment, opening them again once the jocks had walked off and wordlessly taking Blaine's hand in his own, dragging him off into the empty boys' locker room. He set his bag on the floor, turning on the hot water in one of the taps and letting it run for a few moments before shoving a towel underneath and pressing it to his face.
"I'm so sorry," he breathed out, turning to Blaine hesitantly and then pressing the cloth to his cheek to remove the sticky blue substance.
Blaine caught his hand, and tilted his head slightly to look Kurt in his eyes. "Why are you sorry?" he asked. "This was my fault. Like you said, this isn't Dalton."
"And you could still be in Dalton right now, but—"
"But I wanted to be with you," Blaine told him, smiling, and Kurt sighed.
"You're right," he said. "I know you are. We've already talked about it."
Blaine grinned at him. "Well, I owe those jocks a thank you because doused in this color, your eyes have never looked more stunning," he whispered, and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "And you taste like wildberry."
Kurt hummed in response. "Personally, I've always preferred cherry," he quipped.
Blaine chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind," he replied. "Promise you won't laugh once you see my hair in its natural state after we wash this out?"
"If it's really that terrible, we can fix it when we get to my house for dinner," Kurt told him. "But I think I can guarantee I'll love you either way."
