Title: F is for Friends who do stuff together

Prompt: Angel (25 Days of Ficmas)

Summary: Blaine always wanted a friend like Kurt.

Characters: Kurt, Blaine

Pairings: pre- Klaine

Warnings: None


Blaine fought the urge to hold Kurt's hand. They had just finished their lattes and were heading back to Kurt's car, leaving the warmth of the Lima Bean behind. They walked close enough for their shoulders to brush, arms hanging limply by their sides. The setting sun was filtering through barren tree branches, its glow casting brightly into their eyes.

Kurt had been at Dalton for almost a month now and Blaine couldn't remember life without him. He was the best friend Blaine had always dreamed about but never thought he'd actually have. They liked the same music, the same TV shows, magazines…

The moment Kurt walked into his life; Kurt had been able to see through his façade. Blaine could remember an instance last month sitting across from each other at Breadsticks.

"Does this normally work on everyone else?" Kurt had asked, his eyes widening as if he hadn't meant to ask the question.

Blaine paused skeptically, "Does…what work?" Kurt took a breath and studied Blaine.

"The whole…Mr. Perfect School Boy attitude, you've got going on?"

Blaine's mouth dropped, his entire body frozen in place. Everybody always assumed he was perfectly put together, confident and suave, never a doubt in his mind. Yet, here was a boy he barely knew seeing straight through him.

"I'm sorry," Kurt's cheeks were tinged pink, "that was rude of me."

"No. No, it's fine," Blaine managed to mutter. Their waitress arrived with their dinner and the topic was forgotten. Slowly, though, Blaine began letting his guard down around Kurt. For once, he found someone he truly trusted.

As they continued walking, Kurt stumbled and Blaine grabbed his arm to keep him from falling.

"Woah. You okay?" Blaine asked; Kurt straightened and looked at Blaine, embarrassment in his eyes.

"Yeah, thanks," He said slightly breathless. Blaine noticed how close they were and felt any words he was about to say die in his throat. Kurt's back was to the sun, a giant halo of light surrounding him. Blaine's eyes swiftly noticed the freckles spattered over the bridge of Kurt's cheeks, the way his nose slightly turned up at the end, how smooth his porcelain skin was, how bright his eyes were-

"Blaine…?"

"Hm, sorry?" Blaine said dumbly, still transfixed.

"You're…you're staring at me. Is there something on my face?"

"You just…look kind of like an angel," he whispered. Kurt took a surprised step back, a bright red flaming all the way to the tips of his ears.

"What?" He asked sharply. Blaine finally snapped out of it and cleared his throat.

"The way the light hit you," Blaine bit his lip. "I just made this super awkward, didn't I?"

Kurt opened his mouth, and then shut it again. Standing a little taller he looped an arm through Blaine's.

"Who would I be to turn down a compliment," Kurt teased. Blaine let out a little helpless laugh and trailed after his best friend.