"Ice skating," Kurt said definitively, setting his skates on the kitchen counter the next morning.

Blaine eyed the skates warily, "Yes, those are ice skates."

"We're going to go ice skating, silly!"

Blaine blinked up at him for a moment. "I don't know how to ice skate."

"And I do. So, I'll teach you?" Kurt finished, becoming less sure of his idea the longer Blaine sat there.

Blaine stared for a second longer before finally nodding, smiling up at Kurt.


"This is going to be bad," Blaine mumbled as he laced up the skates that they had rented.

"You'll be fine, it's fun!" exclaimed Kurt, already ready to go and standing in front of Blaine.

Blaine shot him a skeptical look, now attempting to stand on the skates. He wobbled before landing back on the bench with a plunk.

Kurt giggled, only getting louder when Blaine sent him a glare. He reached over and took Blaine's hands, pulling him up from the bench.

"Now just steady yourself," he said, keeping hold of one of Blaine's hands as they began to make their way to the rink.

Kurt stepped on gracefully, Blaine tottering on behind him.

"We'll go slow," explained Kurt, helping Blaine to shuffle along beside him. The shorter boy clasped Kurt's hand as though he were afraid to let go. Moving just one foot in front of the other, they made their way across the ice.


After several slower laps around the rink, Blaine started to feel more confident.

"Kurt, this is fun," he exclaimed, slowly gaining speed on his skates.

"Told you so," Kurt sang back.

Blaine finally dared to let go of Kurt's hand, lifting both of his arms up to his sides. He mimicked a flying bird as he continued skating.

Kurt laughed with amusement, eyes widening as Blaine missed the turn and hit the wall with a thud.

He darted over to him, skidding to a stop. "Blaine, are you okay?"

Blaine peered up at Kurt, flakes of ice sticking to his eyelashes. "I fell."

"Yes you did honey," Kurt laughed, crouching down next to him, "Are you hurt?"

Blaine shook his head, looking down at his wet clothes. "I'm cold."

"You want to go change?" asked Kurt, wiping some of the ice off of Blaine's cheek.

Blaine shook his head, face red from the cold, "Let's keep going."

Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's red nose, "You're adorable."


"Kurt, that was so fun!" Blaine chattered on the way home, hair still wet from the ice melting in it.

"See, I know what I'm talking about," Kurt said with a kind smirk, glad that Blaine had enjoyed himself.

"You're seriously the best," continued Blaine, wide grin on his face.

"While I do enjoy hearing that, pretty sure you're the best," Kurt bantered back.

"Maybe we're just the best," Blaine finally settled on, kissing Kurt on the cheek.

"Yeah, that must be it."


Later that night, Kurt found himself trying to wake Blaine up. The shorter boy was twisting in the bed, murmuring to himself. Kurt couldn't quite make out what he was saying, but his face was a picture of agony.

"Blaine, Blaine, wake up honey," Kurt muttered, shaking his shoulder gently.

Blaine's eyes finally snapped open, mouth going slack as he stared at Kurt. Eyes full of tears, he tried to control his breathing.

"I- I'm sorry," he panted, sounding like he was going to hyperventilate.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, Blaine," Kurt responded, sitting up and pulling Blaine onto his lap, "It's okay."

Blaine just nodded, still trying to catch his breath. He curled into Kurt, sobbing quietly onto his shoulder.

"You want to talk about it?" Kurt asked hesitantly, rubbing Blaine's back.

Blaine just shook his head, choking back sobs as his breath evened out.

"It's over now, baby, it's going to be okay," Kurt murmured, pressing gentle kisses all over Blaine's face.


That night they drifted back to sleep, Blaine clinging onto Kurt for dear life. The two lay tangled together, neither willing to be apart. Blaine's face was pressed into Kurt's chest as the latter threaded his fingers through Blaine's hair.

Kurt hoped against hope that he could somehow find a way to help Blaine. The boy deserved so much more than the lot that he had been given.

"It's going to be okay," Kurt whispered, not for the first time that night.