A/N: Okay, so here's the deal with this story. It's going to be a collection of Klaine one shots all revolving around the theme of hands - normally Blaine's, but occasionally Kurt's as well. Some will be fluffy, lots will be smutty (because really, who am I kidding), and most will be completely pointless but hopefully fun to read. This particular one is complete G-rated fluff, but I'm going to set the rating as M because I know myself and I know this story will not stay smut-free for long. I'm thinking that somewhere down the line I'll also write similar stories focusing on different body parts (I already have lots of lips-related ideas), but for now hands is (are?) the name of the game. Let me know what you think! Oh, and a note on chronology: there is none. The oneshots will bounce around and won't necessarily go in chronological order, although I'm assuming most will be post-Original Song. Okay, sorry for the rambling. Enjoy!

Holding Hands

Kurt and Blaine were holding hands. And not just normal holding hands - the good kind, where your fingers are intertwined and somehow that just makes it so much more special.

Kurt didn't think he would ever get tired of holding hands with Blaine. Even now, months into their relationship, it was still one of his favorite things to do. It was such a simple gesture, and yet it represented so much more - tenderness, affection, security. Love. Kurt loved the way their hands fit together and the way Blaine's skin was slightly rough against his own and the way Blaine squeezed his hand right before he had to let it go, like he was trying to say that if it was up to him he would hold on to Kurt forever. It made Kurt feel warm and fuzzy inside and God if he could he would hold on forever.

Kurt could still remember vividly the first time he had held hands with Blaine. It had been not five minutes after they first met, when Blaine had grabbed his hand and led him down a shortcut to the Warblers concert. Kurt had been blow away by Dalton and the uniforms and Blaine in all his gorgeousness, but that hadn't stopped him from reveling in how warm and strong Blaine's hand felt around his. He had gotten butterflies and, for the first time in a very long time, he remembered feeling safe. And if he had gotten all of that out of thirty seconds of hand holding, well, it really wasn't all that surprising that by the end of "Teenage Dream," he had been completely smitten. Smitten with the beautiful boy with the hazel eyes and the voice like a honey and the warm, strong hands. A boy who had become his saving grace, his mentor, his best friend, and then, by some miracle that Kurt still hadn't been able to wrap his head around, his boyfriend. His boyfriend.

Of course, they had held hands countless times since that fateful day, far too many times for Kurt to remember each and every one. But there were certain moments that stuck out in his mind, like when Blaine had rubbed his thumb reassuringly over the back of Kurt's hand after a particularly troubling encounter with Karofsky. Or that time Kurt had been having a horrible morning and didn't even notice that Blaine had crept up behind him, armed with Kurt's usual coffee order, until he felt Blaine's hand slide into his. Or the day they had gone to see a horror movie and nearly broken each other's hands from squeezing so tightly during the particularly scary scenes. And especially the night they had fallen asleep with fingers intertwined after losing their virginities to each other.

Kurt smiled to himself as he reflected on those memories, little snapshots from a relationship that could be described as nothing less than beautiful. At that moment, the subject of the memories spoke up, having apparently noticed the blissed-out smile on Kurt's face. Up until then, they had been strolling hand-in-hand through the park, enjoying a comfortable silence and each other's presence as the day drew to a close and the sunlight began to wane. But Blaine, ever-curious, especially when it came to Kurt, wanted in on whatever it was that was making Kurt so happy.

"What has you smiling like that?" Blaine asked, eyes fixed on Kurt.

"Just remembering," Kurt said contentedly.

"And may I ask what it is that you are remembering?"

"You," Kurt said simply.

It was Blaine's turn to smile, that gorgeous, megawatt smile that made Kurt's heart melt. "I like that I make you look that happy."

"I like it too," Kurt agreed. He stopped walking and turned to face Blaine. "Promise me something?"

"Anything," Blaine said sincerely.

"Can we always be one of those couples that holds hands? Even when we're past the honeymoon phase and don't feel the need to be touching at all times?"

"I don't think I'll ever grow out of the need to touch you at all times," Blaine said cheekily, giving Kurt one of those ridiculously exaggerated winks. Kurt rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his mouth.

"Ugh. Way to ruin the moment," he pouted.

"Sorry, sorry," Blaine apologized. He looked Kurt in the eye and grabbed his other hand, lacing their fingers together. "I promise. If you let me, I will be holding your hand until the day I die." He tugged on Kurt's hands and pulled him in for a kiss, all soft and sweet and full of love.

"I love you," Kurt said.

"I love you," Blaine replied.

He squeezed one of Kurt's hands and reluctantly let it drop, still keeping a firm grip on the other. And then they continued on their way, ready for the rest of their walk and the rest of their lives, so long as they could live them hand-in-hand.