The One Where They Skate…Kinda
On cold December days, nothing seems more appealing then lying in bed with a cup of hot cocoa and the one you love. When there is snowing falling outside of your fogged up window, coming down in light, fluffy white blankets, untouched because you haven't dared a chance to go outside. On days like today, when the fire is lit and you hear it crackle as you drift between consciousness and unconsciousness, it's days like these that Blaine lives for.
He's snuggled up in bed under the thick, warm duvet. He doesn't know what time it is, nor does he care because he doesn't have any plans of ever leaving that bed. Kurt's there too. He's entangled in Blaine's arms, his back pressed flush against his boyfriend's chest and their legs are entwined at the bottom of the bed. Blaine's strong, comforting hand rests on Kurt's stomach and he nuzzles his nose further in to Kurt's hair. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Kurt and lets it wash over him in a sea of comfort and love.
Kurt shifts in his arms and he whines unhappily. He pulls him closer so he's almost on top of him. Kurt giggles which causes a grin to take camp on Blaine's face, which is regularly becoming a permanent feature on Blaine's face. He can't help it, he's never felt this way before. Faintly, you can hear the busy New York traffic outside of their home, but it's become such a trivial thing, always being there in the background that neither man really notices.
Kurt starts trailing kisses up Blaine's stubbled jaw. He places one small wet kiss in the crook of his neck, then blows softly on it before moving on to kiss up his neck. He kisses all the way from the crook of his neck to his jaw, and across to his chin. He blows after each kiss so Blaine is covered in goose bumps.
"Morning" Kurt whispers into his lover's ear. He's changed their position so he's not under Blaine anymore. Instead he's on top of him, straddling the younger man's hips. His hands rest softly on Blaine's chest and his face is still busy kissing on Blaine.
"Morning baby" Blaine manages the whisper. His senses are going into overdrive, but he doesn't have the will power to stop Kurt if he tried. He never had, and he didn't think he ever would. Not that he minded though, he would walk to the ends of the earth and back for Kurt without a single complaint.
Sighing, Blaine opens his eyes and the light attacks them forcing them back shut. The curtains are drawn, casting a light blue sheen over the room. He tries re-opening them again with better success the second time around. He opens them to find Kurt's angelic face staring down at him, he can't think of anything he'd rather wake up too. He rests his hands on Kurt's hips pulling him down for a kiss, it's short and sweet because no one likes the sharing of morning breath, but they can't resist the urge of a good morning kiss. Even after 12 years together.
"If I lay here, if I just lay here would you lie with me and just forget the world?" Blaine sings softly, punctuating the lyrics and a kiss to Kurt's nose, which sends them both into a fit of giggles.
"As much as I would love to stay here with you all day, I actually had some plans for us, if you don't mind?" Kurt asks hopefully. It's something he'd wanted to do with Blaine forever, but they'd never really had the time and he felt bad for keeping things a secret for so long. Today, he would show Blaine, his boyfriend of 12 years, one of his most guarded secrets.
"Of course I don't mind, as long as I get to spend time with you." Blaine coos. Kurt nuzzles their noses together in a sweet Eskimo kiss.
"But, our plans won't start until 8 o'clock tonight so we have all day to lay here in bed, or…" he trails his hands down Blaine's bare chest hinting by following the dark trail of hair that disappears under the waist band of Blaine's Rudolph pyjama pants. He swears he hears a low growl bubble down deep in Blaine's throat and before he knows it, he's being flipped over while his neck is attacked with kisses. He chuckles and let's his brain rest for a while instead leaving his body to make the decisions.
-Page Break-
Hours later, Kurt and Blaine are walking through the snow of the chilly New York streets. They're both bundled up: Kurt in a stylish black pea coat, dressy leather boots and black leather gloves along with his dark navy trousers. Blaine is dressed in a short navy blue duffle coat, a wool beanie, dark jeans and dark brown, leather dress boots. Their gloved hands are clasped and they walk close together, trying to share the warmth. Blaine is carrying their bag, although Kurt won't tell him what's in it. He doesn't mind though, he likes surprises, especially when they're from Kurt.
They stop to admire the humungous Christmas tree in front of the Rockefeller Center on their walk. Kurt takes out his camera and snaps a picture of the two kissing in front of the famous tree, Blaine giggles at how touristy they must look, but he doesn't care. He's kissing the man he loves and he couldn't be happier.
They continue their walk from where they parked Blaine's car and after 20 minutes they end up at an ice rink. The rink is decorated beautifully; there are sparkling Christmas lights hung all around the rink on poles. There are so many lights it's enough to create a lit space in the darkness of the New York night; some are brilliant blues while others are gracious gold. It's a beautiful sight.
"What are we doing at an ice rink?" Blaine asks.
"We're skating silly." Kurt says. He pecks Blaine quickly on the lips and then takes the bag from him heading over to the bench that's set up beside the entrance.
"But we don't know how to skate!" Blaine protests although he follows Kurt, who is sitting down and expertly lacing up his black figure skates.
"No, you don't know how to skate. I, on the other hand…" he starts. To finish his point, he gets up and slides out onto the ice, spinning around and twirling like a pro. "…know how to skate" he finishes back at Blaine. "Now come on, lace up. I didn't rent the rink for 2 hours so that we could sit on the bench." he jokes before heading back out and experimenting some more with his skill.
Blaine stares at him for a few more minutes before searching in the bag for what he presumes are going to be his skates. He had assumed right, so he takes out the matching black skates and ties them out before shakily stepping onto the ice, he has a death grip on the side with no plans of letting go. Ever.
"Come over here babe!" Kurt shouts excitedly.
"Uh...Okay." Blaine stammers in an anxious tone. He's nervous as hell and he really wants to stay by the wall, but he doesn't want Kurt thinking he's a wimp, so slowly, but surely, he makes his way out to the middle of the rink where Kurt is skating around in circles. He makes it about half way there before he falls flat on his ass. Kurt's at his side in a second. Blaine's heart would have fluttered at how protective Kurt is was it not for the searing pain in his ass, and it wasn't the good kind.
"Hey are you okay?" Kurt asks. His hand rests on Blaine's shoulder and the other is keeping him balanced. He looks lovingly into his partner's eyes as if he sees the world there, and in a way, he kind of does: he sees his future' what he wants out of the rest of his life and everything good in his life.
"Yeah, I'm fine but WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Blaine shouts the last part a little bit louder than he'd intended, but he's thoroughly shocked. Kurt could skate, like really well, and in all of the 12 years they'd been together, he'd yet that out.
"Oh um, yeah. I skate" he says shyly. "Come on, get up and I'll explain." he says. He pulls Blaine up and they start out slowly, shuffling forward at a safe enough place for Blaine. Kurt's hand never leaves his.
"So do you want to explain to me how my boyfriend is a freaking figure skater?" Blaine asks jokingly.
"When I was little my Mom used to take me skating all the time. Even when it wasn't winter she'd take me to the indoor rinks we had in Lima. She was an amazing skater. Her dream had been to be an Olympic skater, but then she got pregnant with me so she quit.
"She'd always planned on going back when I got older but she got the chance.
For a while after she died I couldn't even look at my skates, but when I turned 14 I decided that I needed to become good for her. She couldn't live out her dreams so I'd have to for her. While I'm not good enough to be an Olympian I think just being good at it would have made her proud.
"I stopped when the bullying got really bad in Sophomore year and I didn't pick it back up again until a few weeks ago. But it's always been inside of me and it comes out a lot in my dancing" he twirls Blaine around in a circle. I guess it's just my way of making my mother proud of me for something. And it reminds me of her even when the memories seem so faded.
"I swear for the first few months I skated every time I stepped out on the ice I could smell her perfume." he stops and closes his eyes breathing in deep trying to catch a whiff of the familiar scent. Blaine swears in that moment it's the most beautiful he's ever seen Kurt.
"Kurt that's amazing. I'm so proud of you." Blaine says softly. He leans over and kisses Kurt on the lips. Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's neck and Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer until they could be mistaken as one person.
"I love you so much Blaine. I'm so glad I shared this with you. Besides my father you're the only other person who knows." he whispers against his lover's lips.
"I love you too Kurt. More than you'll ever know." he replies sweetly. They kiss some more and it's romantic. They're surrounded by the twinkling of Christmas lights and the cold winter air, but neither is cold. Their love for each other is enough to warm them both.
I don't have anything to say. Glee Actually left me without words. Well while I sob myself to sleep I hope you enjoyed.
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