"Just admit that I was right about the coffee, and we can move on with our lives in a peaceful fashion." Blaine said as he rather absentmindedly opened the passenger-side door for Kurt with one hand while holding his coffee in the other.

Kurt stepped into the car and waited for Blaine to get into the driver's side and close the door before stating, "Okay, Blaine. The drip coffee is better than I expected, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop getting mochas. Happy?" Kurt questioned as he took another sip from the styrofoam cup.

"Thrilled," Blaine said with a smirk. "Now let's hit the road!"

The first ten minutes of the drive went as well as could be expected. Kurt had made a mix CD for the drive, but was thrilled to see that Blaine's car had an iPod adapter. They had listened to a few great songs, but Kurt quickly moved to switch the song when YMCA came blaring through the speakers. He was stopped by Blaine's hand swatting him away from the console.

"Don't you dare change this song, Hummel." Blaine said with a feeble attempt at a withering glare.

The next three minutes were spent with Blaine belting out the tune, accompanied by full hand gestures. Kurt wanted to make a snide remark about the dangers of dancing and driving, but Blaine looked so god-damn cute that he couldn't bring himself to open his mouth.

"…. Kurt! Kuuuuurt…?" Blaine was looking at Kurt with his head tilted to the side and his eyes questioning.

"Sorry, what? I wasn't really paying attention" Kurt replied. That was a lie, Kurt was definitely paying attention. Just not to what Blaine was saying. He was focused on the way Blaine's hands bent around the steering wheel and the defined muscles of his arms and the way that his chest moved in and out as he breathed. Oh god, he's beautiful. Kurt! Stop looking at him like that. Oh, he's trying to say something to me. Snap the hell out of it!

"Well, that's flattering. I'm glad I captivate you sooo much!" Blaine said sarcastically while rolling his eyes a bit. Oh Blaine, you have no idea.

"Sorry, but really, what were you saying?"

"Well, I was going to ask you if you wouldn't mind getting me a pudding cup from that briefcase of yours. I'm kind of hungry" Blaine said, his eyes pleading under the longest eyelashes that Kurt had ever seen.

"Blaine! It is like 9:30 AM. We just had coffee! And, I presume that you had breakfast before that. Also, how do you think you are going to eat a pudding cup while driving?"

Blaine's eyes were on Kurt. God, he loved how Kurt could get so worked up and still look so adorable in the process. He was still staring when he realized that Kurt had stopped talking. That usually meant that it was his turn to talk.

"Can I just have a pudding cup, please? I will figure it out. Promise"

"You're incorrigible. Fine." Kurt reached into the backseat and grabbed the suitcase. He took out a chocolate pudding cup and a plastic spoon. He carefully peeled the cover off of the pudding cup and placed it into Blaine's outstretched hand along with the spoon.

"Yeah. No spoon. I have to have at least one hand on the wheel" Blaine said.

Kurt took the spoon back and wondered what Blaine's plan was. He was confused when – oh god. Blaine moved the cup to his mouth and stuck his tongue into the pudding. Holy fucking shit. That may be the hottest thing I've ever seen. Is he trying to kill me? Blaine's tongue swirled around the edges of the cup as he continued to make his way farther into the pudding.

"Ehhh" Blaine whined and made a sad face right at Kurt. "I can't reach the bottom of the cup and there's still half left!"

Kurt was still in shock from watching Blaine's tongue, but not in shock enough to not realize that this was an opportunity for him. He grabbed the cup back from Blaine and relocated the plastic spoon. He dipped the spoon into the pudding and lifted it back towards Blaine, stopping close to his mouth.

"Open up!" said Kurt, as cheerily and innocently as possible in an attempt to hide his true feelings from Blaine.

Blaine stared back at Kurt with wide eyes. Oh. My. God. What is happening right now? Does he know how much this turns me on? Of course he doesn't, you idiot. He's just a friend trying to help you eat your ridiculous pudding. God, pull yourself together.

Blaine opened his mouth and allowed Kurt to feed him until the pudding was all gone.

"Thanks! See, problem solved! Now that's how you eat a pudding cup while driving!" Blaine said, trying to act as normally as possible.

"No problem. Now, can we cool it on the snacks for a while?" Kurt asked, shooting a grin in Blaine's direction.

Blaine nodded and went to turn the music back up. Kurt had the same idea and their hands met for the briefest of seconds before the both pulled away.

"Oh my god. That felt really good and soft and just like… Kurt. How cliché." Blaine thought.

"Blaine. Um, look." Kurt motioned out the window and Blaine turned his attention away from the console.

Shit. Snow.

A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing! I think I will keep going with this story. It will probably be 10-15 chapters long.