Somehow Blaine had managed to persuade Kurt into taking another walk. The brunet had no idea how he found himself currently freezing his ass off in the middle of central park rolling giant balls of snow together.
It was the puppy eyes. Blaine was an expert at using those- and he knew that they worked every time.
The curly-headed boy was practically bouncing with each step, sculpting and stacking the ice with a smile. "He's gonna be amazing."
Kurt grinned. "I haven't built a snowman since I was about six years old."
Blaine gasped. "Did you even have a childhood?"
He slapped his arm playfully. "I just don't like the cold. I'd be sitting by the fire right now if it weren't for you."
"You don't have to, you know. We can always go back inside."
Kurt looked at him with a smile and shook his head. "Nope. I'm good."
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Before they knew it, the snowman's structure was up and Blaine was digging in the blankets of snow to fish out pebbles to give him a face. He didn't find many, so his smile was a bit askew, but he liked him anyway.
He stood back to admire his creation, tilting his head to the side.
"He looks…"
Kurt bit his lip in concentration. "…like he's missing something."
"Yes. But what?"
"A scarf!"
"No. You're not putting actual clothes outside in the middle of Central Park. Just… no."
Blaine sighed.
The brunet hummed, his face lighting up after he pondered for a moment. "I know."
Kurt jogged quickly to the nearest bush, tearing a couple branches off and handing one to his boyfriend.
"He needs arms." They both grinned and jabbed the sticks in his side, perfectly content with the results.
"His name's Reptar." Blaine nodded.
"Reptar the Snowman," Kurt repeated, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist with a smile.
"I like it."
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