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"So, Rachel really might be Fanny?" Blaine asks Kurt, who's walking firmly by his side. The conversation had moved from Regionals, to NYADA, to the new members of New Directions, and, now, to Rachel being on Broadway. They were about to go see a movie, probably one of those sappy rom-coms Kurt couldn't get over no matter how hard he tried, and then Blaine promised to buy Kurt Ben & Jerry's.

"Yup." Kurt nods his head. "And if she gets it - holy crap - it will be amazing." He clapped his hands together excitedly, with one breath of nervous adrenaline.

"I know! We'll get front row seats, maybe a backstage pass, and, I mean, it's Fanny Freaking Brice. Rachel–"

As Blaine rambled on, Kurt spotted movement from the corner of the street. As the shadow got closer, he effortlessly recognized who it was. Sebastian Smythe, in the flesh. And...what was that in his hand? Wait... Kurt would recognize that object anywhere as well. It was a slushie. And the flavored ice was heading right in Blaine's direction.

Without a single word, Kurt shoved Blaine out of the way, squeezing his eyes shut as the slushie splattered on his face. He exhaled calmly, as calmly as he possibly could, and licked his lips. Cherry. The worst of them all.

Blaine's eyes flickered from Kurt, to Sebastian, then back to Kurt, and then back to Sebastian. He honestly didn't know how to react...only that he wanted to punch Sebastian's face in. As the frustration of what just happened sunk in, he charged, not even glancing at Kurt.

A gentle, reassuring hand stopped him, pushing him back soothingly. "Ssh. Ssh. You're better than that. Than him. Don't sink to his level." Kurt's voice rung through Blaine's ears, captivating him for a short moment. Kurt's scent, his eyes, his flawless complexion...that was covered in slush. Red, freezing slush that Sebastian had thrown at him.

Blaine shook his head firmly, pushing Kurt's hand gently off him. He clenched his fist and lifted his hand...only to have it wrapped in Kurt's fingers. "Blaine." Kurt whispered, breathing deeply, hands on his shoulders, restraining him the best he could. "Don't."

Blaine swore he could feel Kurt shudder, and he saw goosebumps on his wrists. "Oh, honey." He cooed, not even trying to stop the affectionate words that left his mouth. "Let me take you home."

"Bye, Lovebirds." Sebastian sung, a sly, ugly smirk on those irritating lips Kurt despised.

'I'll take care of him later.' Blaine inwardly promised himself, quickly changing his attitude he turned his attention to Kurt. There were bits of ice in his hair, the very top of his sweater dyed with red and his features completely covered with a slushie facial. Blaine's heart broke into hundreds of thousands of little, tiny pieces. Those pieces were held together by Kurt, and right now, he was falling apart, which meant Blaine was too.

Blaine lifted his hands up to Kurt's cheeks, scraping as much of the slush off that he could. Kurt's face was still dripping with red, even if most of the ice was off. Blaine sighed, wrapping a protective, tight arm around Kurt's waist, and he didn't protest to Blaine's relief. He knew that the last thing Kurt would want to do is talk, so as much as it pained him– he didn't. He didn't thank Kurt for pushing him out of the way, he didn't ask him why, he didn't say he was sorry, he didn't even ask him if he was okay.

Kurt got in the car, biting his lip nervously as the red flavoring dripped onto Blaine's passenger seat. Blaine noticed quickly. "It's okay, Kurt. Don't worry about it, alright? It's not a big deal." His words were quiet, his voice cracking as he looked at Kurt being so miserable.

Blaine shoved his keys into the ignition, trying to get some of the emotions that were bottled up inside of him out. He failed. Kurt looked over to him, turning his head from its place on the window, and he rested his hand in the middle of them both, his palm facing upwards. He closed his eyes patiently, and soon, comforting, warm fingers interlaced with his and he even got a soft, sweet kiss on each of his knuckles. Honestly, right now, Kurt didn't care what Blaine did to him or if they broke up. None of it seemed to matter anymore.

Only that he and Blaine were together. The rest of the world seemed to fade away.

•••

Once Kurt was cleaned up and in a comfy t-shirt and some sweatpants, he sat comfortably on his bed, Blaine in the chair next to him. They both stayed quiet, however. It wasn't exactly an awkward silence, but especially for Blaine, who had about 14 questions (Yes, he counted), it wasn't a comfortable one either.

"I'm so sorry." Blaine whispered, his big, brown eyes, glazed with wet tears that made Kurt want to cry himself.

"Why? You didn't throw it, Blaine." Kurt said, scooting to the edge of the bed so he was closer to Blaine. "It was just a slushie. I got about twenty of them in the first quarter of freshmen year."

"Because I'm supposed to protect you. And you pushed me out of the way. I was so busy rambling that I didn't even notice that asshole." Blaine licked his lips, shaking his head in disbelief, "That slushie was meant for me, Kurt. Not you."

"You did the same for me, Blaine. Remember? And you...you needed surgery." Kurt shudders at the memory. The rage for Sebastian, the broken heart for Blaine, the guilt for himself. "I was just returning a favor."

"That wasn't a favor, Kurt. I did it because I love you." Blaine says, locking his gaze tightly with Kurt's. His heart pumped rapidly in his chest as he waited for Kurt's reaction.

"I lov–" Kurt started, as if it was a reflex. But he stopped himself. And he looked down. And he wouldn't look back up, even when Blaine's fingers tried to lift his head. "Don't, Blaine. It hurts too much."

Kurt bit his lip, his body becoming tense as he fought his tears back...or tried to...unsuccessfully. Without thinking for even a second, Blaine pulled Kurt into a tight, warm hug. Kurt's brain told him to pull away, but he didn't feel like listening. He knew this was right. He could feel it. Blaine would never hurt him again. Kurt trusted him.

And that's why, when the next phrase came out of his lips, he didn't even regret it. He was glad he said it, because he meant it. It wasn't one of lies that he'd been telling for the past month.

"I'm over him."

"I don't want to get back together."

"Blaine's history, okay? And that's that."

Kurt took a deep breath. "I want to get back together."

It was six little words that seemed to make Blaine's words become of full of light, instead of darkness and the little angel that was Kurt. "So let's do it." Blaine breathes, smiling at Kurt, almost completely forgetting about Sebastian. "Lets get back together."

Kurt grins and reaches over to Blaine, balancing himself by placing his palms on Blaine's knees. He gently placed his lips on Blaine's, so softly and sweetly and tenderly that the whole world disappeared around him. Blaine's lips moved perfectly in sync with Kurt's, inhaling at the sudden touch. Kurt's fingertips caressed Blaine's cheek, entangling them in his gelled hair. He pulled away, sighing contently. Kurt's eyes opened and he pecked Blaine's lips once more, literally not being able to help himself.

"Come here." Blaine whispered, happy, happy tears clouding his vision. Kurt laughed quietly and brought Blaine back into his grasp, his arms tight around his neck. Blaine chuckled and squeezed his eyes shut, savoring the way their forms just...fit. "I love you so much, Kurt."

"I love you too, Blaine."

And shortly after, with a Friends rerun playing dimly in the background, Kurt found himself fast asleep, his nose nuzzled into Blaine's neck and his arm laying limply on Blaine's chest. But Blaine wasn't asleep. Blaine was toying with Kurt's fingers, planting soft kisses in Kurt's hair, and his hand holding Kurt tight into his chest.

As much as it pained him, he got up, whispering an 'I love you' to Kurt that he knew he couldn't hear. He travelled all the way to Sebastian's house, and, summing it up in a few simple words...

Well, let's just say, Sebastian didn't go to sleep that night without a black eye and a very scary threat to never lay a finger on Kurt Hummel ever again.

Well, there you go! Hope you loved it! And sorry again about the wait. Reviews and Prompts are always amazingggg.

until next time,

katie xxx