A/N: Thank you all for the favourite and follows, and Nightingale63 for the review, I was considering leaving this, but I suppose I'll carry on =3 hope I don't disappoint anyone! #anotherfangirlmoment

Blaine's POV.

Seeing Kurt emotional made something snap inside me then, realisation and anger, clouding my own grief. I'm the one who's crying, I'm the one who cheated, yet he's the one who's trying to comfort me? No, it's not right. He must be in so much more pain than I am right now, I need to reassure him that if he decides to let go – as raw as that thought is – I need to let him know that I'm completely understanding. That will be my goal today. I don't want to be responsible for that look in his eyes anymore.

"Kurt," I start, pleased that I'm composed to speak clearly, "No matter what your decision is, I understand it now. You know how sorry I am, but I'd like to keep you in my life, even if it's just as friends."

My insides clench automatically on the last sentence, but I keep my face smooth as I look at him. He drops his hand from my shoulder and his eyes stop filling up, releasing one tear before he nods knowingly at me. My fingers twitch, an ache to wipe it away as I usually would, but I keep my hands still by my side. I clench my hand to try and stop myself moving, and as my coat is long and big on the sleeves, I doubt he saw. Does he understand what I'm trying to say? Hopefully.

"I'm just going to get my skates. Weren't planning on going without me, were you?" Kurt says lightly, trying to bring up the atmosphere, although his voice is still strained. Oh, what I wouldn't give to know what he is thinking.

"Just being prepared," I retort, smiling awkwardly back. Carefully, I sit down on the bench again.

"Always one step ahead..." I hear him mumble as he turns back towards the booth.

I gaze after him, zoning out trying to think up of a plan that would stop him from hurting. If I tried thinking on the spot, I'd probably lose all sense of thought and stammer like I usually do.

My main aim, is to not make this meeting any more awkward than it already is. I'm thrilled to see Kurt, but I'm not sure if the feelings mutual. He seems so tense and nervous, and usually I know how he's feeling or take an educated guess, but now I'm drawing a blank. Another thing, is that I want to remember this day without regrets, so if he does decide that we can't be friends, it was the right thing to do. Another thing is that I want Kurt to make all the choices. I don't want to pressure him into doing or saying anything, even accidentally. Gee, I sound so over protective.

I come into reality, closing my ideas with my mind determined, my ignored heart bitterly protesting. Focusing on my surroundings, I blink and realise that I'm staring absentmindedly at Kurt, forgetting to look away. He's half turned towards me, waiting with hand on the counter, other hand raised and slowly waving while frowning. No! He must have saw me ogling and thought to wave. Damn, I've just made a fool of myself. Stop it now, Blaine. Act like a normal friend for a change, he's not your lover anymore.

I quickly smile and turn my head down, twisting my fingers and knotting them together. Fidgeting is good; and distracting. Eventually, I see Kurt out of the corner of my eye sitting down next to me. He's in just his socks and is reaching down to pull his boots on.

At first, the thing that caught my attention is how red Kurt's hands looked. Is he really cold? He's not shivering, so maybe it's just because his hands are bare. As he fumbles with the laces on his left boot, I look at my own gloved hands guiltily. I undo the velcro and pull them off, placing them in my lap. Kurt is more prone than me for illness, and his voice is already sounding a little strained. I glance towards his feet again, waiting for him to finish lacing up first.

He had just tugged his right boot on, when I caught the slightest glimpse of his socks. Weren't those the reindeer ones I got him for Christmas last year? The ones he said were a fashion failure? My heart pounds, before I get it under control again. Those could be any brown socks, a glimpse is hardly a reliable source.

Finally he's done, and as soon as he straightens up I throw my gloves onto his lap.

"Blaine, I - -"

"No, I remember you telling me before you left that you were reapplying for Nyada next semester. How are you going to give a good impression when you're full of cold?" I tease jokingly, nudging his arm with my elbow, "Now put them on."

That didn't hurt so much.

"Thank you," He smiles gratefully, starting to pull them on, "I'll remember to wear my own gloves next time, save your hands too."

Next time? What did he mean by next time? Probably just another one of those friendly comments. I stand up with ease and other my hand out to Kurt, which he takes with just a small amount of hesitation. I start waddle over to the rink, about to step onto the ice when I notice I can't hear Kurt behind me. I look over my shoulder to see him a couple steps behind, eyes glued to the floor, taking each wobbly into precaution. I smirk as I turn and take a few steps towards him, offering my arm.

"Need help?" I say, unable to hide my smirk. He reminds me of Bambi, oddly.

"I'm perfectly capable, thank you." He huffs, still watching his feet, taking another step.

"Sure? You look a bit unsteady."

"Blaine, I said I was fine!" He snaps, catching me by surprise, "I may not be the best skater, but I'm good enough to walk a few metres."

Just as he lifted his foot, he decided to throw me an angry glare at the same time. It proved to be a wrong move, because as soon as he lifted his head, he immediately lost balance. His ankle twist slightly and he started descending towards the ground, eyes wide and scared, arms frozen by his sides as he gasped.

"Kurt!" I yelled.

I threw my arms out and managed to catch his torso as he was halfway down, but even though he is feather light, I managed to lose my balance myself. Instead of us both hitting the hard floor, I turned my body before hitting the ground, so that his chest landed on mine side on, with him only receiving little impact on his knees. I slid one arm around his waist in time, but I was too late to reach for his head, and it thumped on my shoulder blade.

When I hit the ground, the momentum of us both falling struck me, and I was left slightly winded. My ribs protested a little and so did my head, as I was so focussed on making he was alright that I didn't think to lift my head so that it didn't hit as hard. What is it with me and making so many mistakes today? Ignoring my pounding head, I lift up slightly to check Kurt. I see his chest heaving up and down quickly, and my fear ebbs slightly.

"Kurt?" I murmur, trying to be soothing, but panic leaks into my voice, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Gurgh." He makes an unintelligible noise.

Keeping my hand on his waist, I use the hand that was protecting his head and move it slightly so that I'm looking down at him. His eyes are closed, his brow slightly puckered, but a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. I look down, thoroughly confused, until he turns his head and nuzzles my chin with his nose, taking slower and deeper breaths.

"I'm dreaming again, aren't I?" He whispers, searching for my hand and clasping it, "You finally caught me."

However warming his ramblings were to hear, I couldn't help but shed a tear, knowing that he was probably dazed and confused. I wasn't going to let myself believe it was real. Achingly, I slowly took my hand from his gentle grasp.

"Kurt, you just fell over. You're not dreaming," My voice cracks as I look at him, his eyes flicking open, "I grabbed you before you fell but you hit your head on my shoulder. Are you okay?"

I see him digest the words I just told him. He flushes a deep shade of red against his pale skin, and struggles out of my hold. I let him go, and he slowly stands up. As soon as he's standing, he looks down at me and offers me his hand with a seemingly plastered on smile, cheeks still flaming.

"Ready to go ice skating?"

I know, I know, cheesy and exaggerated. It's absurd, but at the end of the day, I'll admit I adore the soppy romantic stuff... I'll make sure it's more realistic next chapter!