Chap 2:
Lunch was amazing, better than amazing, but as always, there are classes after lunch, and choir practice after classes. My mind was a blur, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. It was one hell of a kiss.
I got to my locker and headed over to the vocal room. We kind of made an unspoken agreement not to walk into Glee club and announce "Hey! The big homos are together now! Just thought you should all know." but he winked at me when I saw him, I must have turned 3 shades of red.
Practice was unbearable, I just wanted to talk to him. Two hours passed, and finally it was time to go home. We met up at his locker, as usual.
"Hey Blaine!"
"Hey, nice pipes in practice today! I might have some competition."
I smiled.
"So, would you like some company to walk home with today? Completely your choice."
Is he kidding?
"I would love that."
We stood smiling there for a while like a bunch of goofballs. We walked to the window, and saw snowflakes.
"It's SNOWING?"
"First snowfall of the year." Blaine looked up like a three year old on Christmas Day. I grumbled.
"I hope my jacket doesn't get wet, I'll have to take it to the dry cleaner's for the third time this week."
"Don't worry babe, it's just a drizzle."
I blushed profusely, again. "What if the guys had heard that?"
Blaine walked in front of me, frolicking as only a gay man knows how.
"What if they had heard? You're not in Kansas anymore, Kurt."
"I suppose you're right."
He stuck his tongue out, trying to catch the falling flakes.
"I take it you like the snow?"
"Don't you?"
"Sometimes."
"What about now?"
And it hit me.

Cold. Wet. Snow. Dripping down my face.
He was so dead.
I must have chased him for three blocks until I noticed I was getting my shoes completely soaked.
And I didn't care.
He was a fast runner. We almost got to my house until he stopped with his arms wide open.
"Alright! I accept defeat! Aim and fire!" He closed his eyes, scrunched up his face and braced for cold revenge. Imagine how surprised he was to be greeted with a warm kiss.
"You must be pretty special if you can make me forget about the wellbeing of my clothing."
He grinned. "What can I say?"
I draped my arms around his neck, and he smiled. And then, I swear he could have cried.
Funny, how he thought I wouldn't get him back.
"Oh god Kurt! That was down my back!" He twitched and ran in circles trying to get it out.
"Well maybe you'll learn not to start a snow fight with me next time." I smiled and brushed my hair out of my face.
But that wasn't it.

Before I knew it, Blaine charged at me and all at once, I was defying gravity.
"Blaine! Put me down this instant!"
"Nnnnope!"
He carried me, bridal style, completely helpless.
"Oh you're really enjoying this are you?"
"I am, in fact!" He grinned and I pouted.
"Now now, there'll be no sad faces so close to the holidays!"
I smiled.

"Alright, which way?"
Right. He'd never been to my house before.
I wonder how he got this far.
I pointed out my humble abode.
"On Dasher! On dancer! On prancer and vixen! Comet and Cupid and, uh, I got sidetracked at Cupid."
He laughed.

Once we got to the doorstep he let me down gently and brushed some snow off my jacket. What a gentleman.

"Is your dad home?"
"Yep, probably."
"Do you think he can see us...?"
I knew what he was thinking.
We both peered inside the window.
"Maybe I should talk to him before he opens the door to find us canoodling."
Blaine chuckled. He stroked my face and said: "Goodbye handsome. See you tomorrow?"
"Absolutely."

He pranced away, enjoying a few more minutes of snow as he walked down my street.

The snowball melted in my hand.