A/N: And here's another chapter. Also light and fluffy so enjoy!

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EDIT: did something funny and my chapter didn't post. Didn't realize it until this morning when there was no confirmation email in my inbox. So we're going to just pretend that yesterday didn't exist. Next chapter will be up tomorrow!

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These Small Hours

Prompt: Snowflake

Notes: Fluffy, Klaine, Roommate moments, Future(ish)!fic.

Blaine's first winter in New York, his first real winter, takes him by surprise.

Ohio in winter is nothing to scoff at. When fall finally relinquishes the last bit of warmth it gets cold, and it stays cold, even after the snow drifts have melted away. The frigidness lingers, making the ground hard and the grass crunch beneath Blaine's feet. It's the kind of feeling that seeps into his bones and has him plotting the quickest ways to get from point A to point B with as little exposure as possible.

And that's before you take the snow into account.

To say they get a lot of snow in Ohio is putting things mildly. Lima gets about thirty inches during a typical winter. And at first it's fun. It takes a large snowfall in a short amount of time to cancel school, but even without the benefit of a snow day there's just something magical about looking out his window and seeing the dead grass covered in a pristine layer of untouched, sparkling snow.

At least until he has to haul himself out of bed and go out in it. After that, Blaine usually decides that winter is overrated and that they should just skip to spring.

But of course winter must be endured. And yes, that is the proper term for it. Unless they're having an unusually warm winter, once the first snowfall happens it never really ever goes away. The ground is hard and cold enough that the snow easily sticks to it and piles up while the sun is far enough away (and often covered by clouds enough) that the piles never seem to melt.

Then of course the whole thing starts all over again the next time it snows, making the drifts grow higher and higher. By the time that happens Blaine is so far over winter he's practically on the moon.

But New York is different. And after the day Blaine's had he's not so sure that's a good thing anymore.

Today was the first day it really felt like winter. It's been getting colder and colder for a month, especially at night (which makes him that much happier to have a warm body to wrap himself around). But the cold isn't the issue. He can handle the cold. Hell, it's not even the snowflakes that started falling this afternoon and have been sporadically showing up all day.

It's the goddamn wind.

No one ever thinks to mention that. It blows through the city, biting and unrelenting, and is by far the worst thing about the city in winter. Most days it doesn't bother him (too much anyway), but today giant gales if wind have been buffeting him every time he's stepped outside. He's honestly surprised he hasn't been literally blown away yet, but he grits his teeth and presses on, forcing his way through this wind-tunnel of a city and back to the apartment in Bushwick.

The subway is a welcome relief. The heat from the trains fills the station with warmth and soothes the raw skin on Blaine's face (and no he's not going to think of the implications of that thought right now). He also didn't know that you could get wind burn here, when he moved to the city.

By the time he's made it home Kurt is already there.

He takes one look at Blaine, sighs, "Oh, honey," and then wraps his arms around his frozen fiancée.

"This place is miserable," Blaine whines as he clings to Kurt's warm body. God why did he even leave that apartment today?

Kurt chuckles as he pulls away slightly.

"It's not so bad," he shrugs, "Eventually you'll get used to it." Kurt frowns and peers at his face for a moment. "And learn to moisturize properly. Seriously, did you even use that cream I got for you?"

Blaine feels heat rush to his face. It would probably feel nice if his cheeks weren't raw.

"Er…I forgot?"

Kurt rolls his eyes before planting a smacking kiss on Blaine's lips and pulling away.

"Go shower and warm yourself up," he orders, fixing Blaine with an exasperated look, "When you get done I'll show you how to help the windburn heal and explain—once again, I might add—why moisturizing is important."

Blaine grins as he sheds his pea coat, scarf, hat, and gloves, dropping them on the couch as he passes it on the way to the bathroom.

"I don't suppose my loving and caring fiancée who is going to show me the error of my ways could be persuaded to join, could he?"

Before Kurt has time to answer another shrill voice interrupts.

"No! Blaine Devon Anderson don't you dare!" Rachel screeches, "I don't care that you're engaged, I have to use that shower too. Do whatever you want on your own time but I do not want to know about it. Do you hear me?"

Kurt has a hand to his face as he tries to hold in his laughter. Blaine is torn between amusement and annoyance.

"Yeah, I hear you, Rach," he grumbles as Kurt loses his hold on his laughter.

Blaine just rolls his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up fuzz ball."

He's just finished pulling off his sweater when Santana sticks her head out from her curtained off room.

"For the record," she smirks, "It won't bother me if you two want to get it on, as long as I get to watch of course."

Blaine shakes his head, "Yeah. No. Not going to happen."

Santana shrugs, "Now that is a crying shame. The show you two put on the last time my shift ended early was not nearly enough to satisfy me," she reaches a hand up to fan herself, "I'd love to see you two making good on all the things you were promising on the couch."

Blaine takes that as his cue to exit as a red-faced Kurt hisses, "Santana," right as Rachel yelps, "WHAT?"

It's going to be a long winter.

A/N: Next chapter will be out tomorrow, review!