Blaine thought that the lit fireplace behind Kurt made him glow, even through a computer screen. "I hate the snow," Kurt said sadly, sipping at his tea.
"Me too," Blaine replied. He was huddled in his bed, his eyes heavy with sleep. It was nearing 2 AM on a very late Friday night. Both boys were trying to get cozy at their respective homes. They were supposed to spend the weekend together, but there was a giant storm blanketing the north, so the weather just wouldn't allow it. All trains to and from New York were cancelled for the entire weekend. Kurt wrapped a blanket tighter around his slender shoulders and he shivered. Even the fire wasn't helping him keep warm. The heating in the loft wasn't all that great.
"We should move to Florida," Kurt said.
"And live in the palace at Disney World? We've had this discussion and agreed on it, remember?" Blaine said, laughing. Kurt wasn't feeling so humorous. "I'm going to let you go get warm in your bed," Blaine said, giving him sympathetic eyes.
"Thank you," Kurt said, laughing.
"Talk to your landlord tomorrow about the heat. You're going to get sick," Blaine said.
"I know. I can't take this cold much longer. Love you."
"I love you too." They blew each other kisses and Blaine shut his computer. It was nights like this that worried him: Kurt in the big city, in the cold. Blaine put his computer on the floor next to his bed and curled up, hugging a pillow to his chest. He let a few tears slip out of his eyes. He just missed Kurt so much and wished he could keep him warm, here, with him.