We are all forgetting that last night's authors note (or lack thereof) ever happened, okay? I'm back, I'm continuing my authors notes and everything is fine. Which is very good timing because...

I GOT INTO UNIVERSITY!

I was so freaked about my application because I had to mail stuff off and I wasn't sure if it got there on time and then I got an email about correspondence and I'd lost my number to log in so I kept putting it off and finally I got in and I GOT IN. Most of you know I was planning to do journalism but I realized that I couldn't handle the complete factual nature of it. When I write, I write from the heart and my emotions are too much to suppress most of the time. So I'm actually doing Event Management instead which is something I've always loved and I don't regret a single thing. I'm going to be living on campus next year, I'm studying again which I love and I GOT IN!

Squee!

From ArtisanBleu: Ever heard the interview of Darren call Chris a wood-nymph, and Chris responded by saying he was a "total snow-nymph"? Well, I was wondering if you could do either a one-shot or somehow fit it into "Kiss" the whole nymph thing, but apply it to Kurt/Blaine instead. Like, Blaine visits Kurt during winter break after they're done school, and he thinks of him as a winter-nymph when he sees Kurt in the snow.

So this can be an AU. I wanted them to be together… so let's just say they got together during BICO. But didn't kiss. Clearly.

Also inspired by this picture: http : / sarahforaworldundeserving . tumblr . com / post / 9099476952 / allthingsdarrencriss-darren-is-a-little-kid-and

I started writing this when I first started night shift work and I kept trying to write it when I had a spare moment - problem being, I was so exhausted that I just couldn't keep writing which was such a pity because I was dying to write this.

Nymph

Blaine blinked to awareness, frowning at the roof above him. He was instantly aware that this wasn't his bed, nor was it a bed of any variety. And that definitely wasn't his roof, or his family in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Propping his head up a little, he glanced right through to the kitchen where he could see his boyfriend standing, spatula in hand. And it all came flooding back - the movie night, the first light snowfall that he and Kurt had stood outside to watch quickly turning into something a lot stronger, the roads between Westerville and Lima being closed, having to spend the night on Kurt's couch. Which, clearly, was where he was now.

Sitting up, Blaine stretched his arms over his head and sighed happily when he felt his back crack a few times. His Dalton hoodie had been discarded by the side of the couch and he pulled it on, running his hands through messy curls for a few seconds before giving it up as a lost cause and standing. As he entered the kitchen, Blaine made sure Kurt wasn't doing anything flammable or dangerous before wrapping his arms around him quickly, causing Kurt to emit a squeak. "Good morning," he murmured softly in his ear.

Kurt sighed but Blaine knew he wasn't really frustrated. "You'll be the death of me one day, constantly sneaking up on me. But good morning to you too. Did you sleep well?"

Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, trying not to think too much about almost having to stand on his tiptoes to do so. "I did, actually, which is a surprise because I usually can't sleep in a bed that isn't mine without the surroundings getting to me. But I guess the snow cancelled out any noise - the snow!"

Blaine took off towards the door, pulling it open eagerly. Kurt called out something about being 'such a small child sometimes,' but Blaine was too busy admiring the blanket of soft snow that had covered Kurt's front lawn overnight. Footsteps echoed down the hall and then Kurt was the one wrapping his arms around Blaine, a much better fit for both of them. "Yes, it's snow."

"Can we play in it?" Blaine asked, turning in Kurt's arms and wrapping his own around Kurt's neck. "I love snow."

Kurt rolled his eyes but Blaine knew him well enough to see the excitement there. "I guess so… if you play your cards right, like coming to help me with breakfast. The others will be up as soon as I get the bacon started - Finn is like a magnet when it comes to his meat - and we can leave them to clean it all up and make the most of the winter wonderland out there."

Blaine leant forward to press a kiss to Kurt's cheek, knowing he was blushing as he pulled away, but it was something they were still getting used to after all. "I can definitely help cook up some bacon, as long as I get to eat it. Do you eat bacon?"

"Guilty pleasure," Kurt admitted as they walked hand-in-hand back to the kitchen. "I know the grease runs the risk of making me break out… but really it's just too good to pass up." Blaine nodded, completely understanding and filing the information away for later use. He knew he and Kurt were definitely still in the honeymoon stage and discovering everything they could about one another was a high priority. Every time Blaine learned something new about Kurt he found himself falling harder for the boy who was now his boyfriend, even if it was just as simple as Kurt liking bacon.

Re-entering the kitchen, Kurt directed Blaine to the frypan and set him to cooking bacon while he prepared the rest of the food. The silence was comfortable and Blaine couldn't help but imagine this same scenario in years to come; himself and Kurt cooking breakfast together, possibly in an apartment in New York City, completely comfortable around each other and still together. Of course they were images that Blaine was yet to bring up around Kurt for fear of moving too fast, but he could still indulge in them and just hope for the best, hope that they would come true. Stealing a glance at Kurt, Blaine noticed the half smile on his face and resisted the urge to ask what he was thinking about. For some reason he was happier not knowing right now.

The sound of footsteps could be heard on the stairs and Kurt sighed. "That'll be Dad. And Carole," he added as a lighter pair joined them, both sets disappearing into the living room.

They were joined a moment later by much heavier thudding which Blaine correctly identified as Finn who skidded to a halt in the kitchen door, rubbing at his eyes. "Bacon? I - Blaine? What are you doing here so early?"

Oh, right. Finn had been in his room already immersed in his X-Box by the time Blaine had been set up on the couch, and Blaine didn't know what to say in response. He already knew the double standard thing had been an issue for the two boys in the past and didn't want to say anything that would cause Finn to get over-protective of Kurt which would end up starting a fight. Luckily Kurt came to his rescue. "Look outside, Finn, we're completely snowed in. Blaine slept on the couch last night and you have to be nice to him; he's cooking your bacon."

Finn grabbed a plate and headed in Blaine's direction, clearly still half asleep. "Bacon?" he asked plaintively and Blaine chuckled, scooping out a generous portion of bacon and dumping it on Finn's plate. "Thanks dude," he muttered before turning back and trying to avoid Kurt who was attempting to put grapefruit on his plate. "Don't taint my bacon!"

Carole and Burt chose that moment to join them in the kitchen and Blaine quickly dished out two more serves for the adults, Kurt fussing over his father's plate and making sure he got a good amount of healthy food. Once they were all served and Finn had already come back for his second helping, Blaine split the rest of the bacon between himself and Kurt and joined his family to eat. Finn was done - and Blaine didn't even want to think about how that worked - and was about to head upstairs when Burt spoke up. "Don't even think about it. They cooked, you're helping clean."

Finn sulked but sat back down in his chair, waiting for the adults to finish eating. Blaine tried to eat slowly and use proper manners but his excitement about the snow waiting outside was threatening to overwhelm him. It had been forever since they had had a good snow day and this was the first one he would get to experience with Kurt - of course he wanted to make the most of it. The rest of them finished eating at the same time and Blaine and Kurt were both told kindly to get lost when it came to cleaning up. But as Blaine headed in the direction of the front door, Kurt tugged on his arm to stop him. "No way, you're not dressed warm enough to go out there."

Blaine glanced down at his outfit - hoodie and jeans. "I'll be fine. Come on, snow!"

"Not a chance. Upstairs. I think I have a jacket that will fit you and some gloves that are too small for me."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "I'm not that short!"

"Whatever you say, honey." Kurt led the way up the stairs, clearly taking Blaine's lack of response as an agreement and not as what it really was - surprise. That was the first time Kurt had ever called him by a term of endearment and Blaine was more amazed by how much he had liked it than the fact that Kurt had said it. It was something he wanted to hear more of, even if Kurt had been half-patronizing when he had said it.

They entered Kurt's room and Blaine hovered awkwardly by the door. He was allowed in Kurt's room as long as the door stayed open, but there was just something about being in his boyfriend's bedroom and knowing that his family were home that put Blaine a bit on edge. Kurt pulled a thick blue and grey snow jacket out of the closet and tossed it to Blaine who replaced his hoodie, placing it on the end of Kurt's bed and wondering what would happen if he 'forgot' to take it home with him. Despite all of the jokes, they were essentially the same build and Blaine would love the chance to see Kurt in some of his clothing - even if Kurt did have the same Dalton-isused hoodie, just the fact that it was Blaine's was a totally different matter.

"I don't think I have a spare pair of gloves," Kurt muttered, digging through the drawer. He had already pulled on his own jacket and gloves as he turned back to Blaine apologetically. "I can get you a pair of Finn's but I can guarantee they'll have holes in them."

Blaine held out a hand, grasping Kurt's gloved fingers in his own. "That's what you're for, to keep my hands warm." And if that wasn't the sappiest thing that had ever come out of his mouth, Blaine didn't know what could top it. But Kurt didn't pull away, blushing slightly as he shut the closet door with his other hand before the two made their way downstairs, passing Finn on the way up. "Are you coming outside?" Blaine asked out of idle curiosity, sort of hoping the answer would be no. It wasn't that he didn't like Finn, but the chance to spend some uninterrupted time with Kurt just being teenagers was something they had been sorely lacking.

Finn thankfully shook his head. "X-Box is calling. Puck's setting up a live game with some of the other guys and if I don't get in first, I'll be put on Mike's team again." He pushed past them lightly, making his way towards his room. "For someone who can dance so well, he sucks at video games," he muttered just before the door swung closed behind him.

Kurt shook his head. "I fail to see how video games and dancing are linked," he said, staring at the door for second before turning back to Blaine. "Okay, tone it down a little there. It's just snow."

Blaine frowned before realizing that he had started bouncing on the balls of his feet. He quickly stopped, smiling sheepishly at Kurt. "Come on, it's not just snow. It's snow! But I guess if you need me to act like an adult..." Blaine trailed off reluctantly.

"It's alright." Kurt smiled at him and Blaine was relieved to see the humor in his boyfriend's eyes, reminding him once again that he had picked possibly the only boy who would put up with his childish ways without complaint. "How about we just go be teenagers and throw lumps of ice at each other?"

"You have such a way with words, Kurt Hummel," Blaine teased lightly. "Such a poet."

"Poet?" Burt poked his head out of the kitchen. "Kurt, you're not pulling out the poetry of 2009 are you?" Blaine raised an eyebrow and Burt caught his eye, chuckling. "I came across some poems to an unknown 'football playing Glee singer' which he didn't exactly want released to the public. Or Finn - especially not Finn for that matter."

Kurt groaned, covering his face with his free hand. Blaine was doing a similar gesture in an attempt to hide his smile. "I thought we talked about this one - it is not a bargaining chip to embarrass me in front of any boyfriends I may have. Plus, I am fairly certain I destroyed it all."

"That's what you think." Burt took another look at Kurt and immediately turned back into the kitchen. "Have fun in the snow!"

Kurt stared after him for a few seconds then turned back to Blaine, his jaw set. "If he managed to keep any of that to bring out to embarrass me on my 21st or when we get married or something like that, I won't hesitate to run away from home."

It took Blaine a few seconds to find his words again and by then they were already leaving the house. "M-Married?" he managed to get out, closing the door behind them.

Kurt's eyes grew wide. "I - I didn't mean to… I'm not saying - I'm going to shut up forever."

"Hey, no, come on." Blaine spun Kurt to face him lightly, taking his other hand. "You think about the future with me?" Kurt nodded slowly, still looking scared. "Me too, more often than I should probably, but I do too. Don't be afraid of saying things like that, okay?" Kurt nodded, his hesitance fading away and Blaine smiled. "Okay, serious moment over? Can I go be a kid now?"

Kurt laughed which had been the desired effect. "Go, roam free."

That was all Blaine needed. He took a second to admire the pristine, untouched blanket of snow before running across it, laughing in delight. The snow was still falling lightly and he tilted his head back and stuck his tongue out, catching small snowflakes on his tongue. A couple of curls flopped over his eyes and he brushed them away, noticing the snow that had gotten in his hair. Spinning around, Blaine noticed Kurt was still standing where he had left him, shaking his head. "Come on!" he called out, holding out a hand to his boyfriend who rolled his eyes. "Please?"

Kurt crossed the yard, stopping a few feet short to kneel down and scoop some of the snow in his fingers. "Walking in a winter wonderland," he sang lightly before falling back on his back.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kurt looked up at him like it should be obvious. "Snow angel?" he said, beginning to move his arms and legs. Blaine couldn't help but laugh - it wasn't that it was funny but Kurt was so damn cute when he was acting like a kid, especially with his hair sticking up and getting coated with snow. "What's so funny?"

Blaine held out a hand to help Kurt to his feet, carefully as to not damage his snow angel. "Just you," he said, pulling Kurt into his side. "You're gorgeous. And you're like a … I don't know, a snow-nymph?"

"A snow-nymph?" Kurt stared down at him incredulously before his expression softened a little. "Well, it could be worse. But I'm taller than you, how am I a nymph?"

Blaine shrugged. "Maybe I'm a nymph too. Can I be a nymph too?"

Kurt turned to face him, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck. "You can be a nymph, as long as you're my nymph." Blaine resisted the urge to shake his head at the corniness, instead wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and pulling him closer. As Kurt stared back at him with a soft smile, Blaine found himself wondering whether this might be the moment… "I mean, it's better than hobbit."

"Hobbit?" Blaine wasn't sure whether to be insulted so settled for confused. "Who's a hobbit?"

"You, according to Coach Sylvester."

Blaine groaned quietly. "Kurt, we were having a moment and you bring up your cheerleading coach?"

"I - oh, we were?"

Kurt appeared to be blushing but it may have just been the cold. Blaine chuckled nonetheless. "We were. Or maybe we were about to, because I was just about to tell you that you have snow in your hair." Blaine automatically lifted his hand to catch Kurt's wrist lightly. "And before I could let you brush it out, I was going to do this." Dropping Kurt's hand, he lifted his own and gently brushed the snowflakes out of Kurt's hair.

"And what was going to come next?" Kurt's voice was low and breathy and sent a shiver down Blaine's spine in the best possible way. "If we were re-creating this perfect moment of yours?"

"Ours," Blaine corrected quietly. "It's our moment. And I believe I was probably going to tell you that your lips look cold and," he moved his hand lower to touch Kurt's lips gently, feeling his boyfriend shiver, "I might have thought to suggest a way to warm them up?"

It was a risk, but it paid off. "Well it is very cold," Kurt said, deliberately slowly. "I can't say I'd have an aversion to that. But is there any way I could warm your lips up at the same time? You're looking awful cold too."

"Tease," Blaine whispered softly before leaning in to kiss him.

Just like everything else had been that day, it was slow and soft. The snowflakes continued to fall around them, landing on them as they stood wrapped in each other's arms, just kissing and touching and learning each other in a whole new way. And when they finally broke apart, breathless, Blaine rested his forehead against Kurt's and whispered the words he had been thinking for so long; "I love you."

He knew he had caught Kurt off guard but his reply when it came was nothing short of sincere. "I love you too."

Blaine managed to extricate himself from the embrace, Kurt looking at him in confusion, and took a step back. "There's just one thing I need to know," he said before dropping to one knee.

Kurt's jaw dropped. "Blaine… are you… aren't we a bit yo - HEY!"

"Still love me?" Blaine asked teasingly, standing back up and watching Kurt wipe the snow off his face. "And don't say you don't because I can tell if you're lying… oh crap." Blaine took off, Kurt's laughter ringing in his ears a second before the snowball hit him in the back of the head. "Oh, you're in for it now, Hummel!"

"Bring it, Anderson!"

And Blaine couldn't hide a smile.

"And I thought this would be the the perfect moment to... PROPOSE!"

=D

MusicalEscape:

"He... He cheated on me?"

"'Scuse me, BAMF bird coming through. *clears throat* Mr. Whatever your name is, I heard you not only disrupted Klaine, but cheated on my awesome owner, Kurt. For that, you must serve the ultimate punishment- posting a Night Troll as your facebook photo. Oh, and leaving Dalton forever, or something like that."