A/N: I rushed this one quite a lot, so it pretty much sucks. But it happened to my mate a couple of night ago and I just HAD to write about it :D

"It's not going to be that bad," Blaine insisted, fiddling with the laces on Kurt's boot.

"Yes it will," he countered, slumping against the wall dejectedly. "I'll probably fall and hit my head, or get my fingers chopped off…"

"I've been skating for years now," Blaine leant on Kurt's knees, his own blade guards poking him slightly. "I haven't even seen that happening,"

Kurt planted his feet firmly. Dodgy blue ice skates were attached firmly to his feet. Blaine wore black ones – specially fitted for tricks and figure skating.

"Come on," Blaine gently touched Kurt's face, pouting slightly.

"Fine…"

The rink was mostly empty – the skate lessons had just finished. As a member, Blaine was able to go on before the public session, and could bring whoever he wanted.

"Have you been skating before?" Blaine stood up, seemingly unhindered by the skates.

Kurt struggled to stand, almost falling against Blaine when he managed. "Once, when I was about six. My mother took me,"

Blaine nodded and took Kurt's hand, helping him to the rink. Kurt stood awkwardly to the side as Blaine removed his skate guards, placing them in the holders.

"Do you remember much?

Kurt shook his head, glancing wearily at the ice, "Only that it was really cold,"

Blaine chuckled and stepped out onto the ice, taking a moment to gracefully glide around before coming back to Kurt.

"Come on," Blaine held out his hand and Kurt took it, putting all this faith in his boyfriend. He stepped hesitantly onto the ice and immediately panicked as his legs moved of their own accord.

"Shit," he hissed as Blaine held onto him – completely at home on the ice.

"Grab onto the wall," Blaine instructed, and Kurt did so, gripping for dear life, his other hand holding Blaine's.

"How is it not slippery for you?" Kurt steadied himself,

"I'm used to it," he chuckled, "Let's go round with the wall, okay?"

They circled the rink slowly, Kurt managing to let go of the wall a couple of times and glide with Blaine. He was tense and stiff – Blaine could feel it through his hands.

"You're going to fall over," Blaine said softly as he returned Kurt to the wall.

Kurt stared at him with wide eyes, and Blaine smiled.

"You're too rigid. You've gotta be completely relaxed, otherwise you're just gonna fall," Blaine said softly, giving Kurt's frozen cheek a kiss.

Kurt shook his head. "How can I be calm when I'm about to fall over," Kurt sighed. "It's a Catch 22 situation,"

"No it's not," Blaine kissed the other cheek. "Relax. Take a deep breath and stand up straight. Let go of the wall and release your breath,"

Kurt did as he was told, feeling like an idiot.

"Oh…" Kurt wasn't about to fall.

Blaine grinned and did a small twirl on the spot. "Good. Now take a small step,"

"No."

Blaine chuckled, taking his hands in his own.

"I'm going to skate backwards and take you with me. I have complete control, so don't worry. I want you to relax, and tell me when you feel comfortable."

"Blaine…" Kurt started, but was stopped by the sudden movement. Blaine was pulling him, skating backwards easily and pulling him along.

"Stay straight." Blaine warned as Kurt started to lean forward.

Blaine led him around the rink until Kurt started grinning, and he slowed to a stop. By now, the public skaters had arrived and were making their way onto the ice.

"Now, I want you to help me," Blaine said softly, hugging him tightly.

"What?"

"You're going to skate a bit," he rephrased. "As I'm pulling, you move your feet. Stand on one leg and push out. It's easy."

"Blaine…"

"I'm not letting you back out of it." Blaine grinned. "I'll leave you here in the rink and skate off without you," Blaine kissed him again and took both hands. "Ready?"

Kurt simply nodded and Blaine started them off, getting up to a reasonable speed as he dodged the public skaters.

"You ever been roller blading?"

"Once or twice,"

"Same concept," Blaine grinned, glancing behind him. "Just slipperier,"

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him but followed his advice.

It was kinda like roller blading.

Kurt picked it up quickly after that, understanding the weight distribution better. He managed to skate a couple of times. Blaine let go of one of Kurt's hands, twisting around and turning so they were side by side.

"Blaine!" Kurt started to panic and Blaine sighed gently.

"Relax," Kurt swallowed and continued to skate, grinning when he managed a corner without falling or getting off balance.

"Awesome." Blaine grinned and pulled him into the centre of the rink.

"Wait, what?" Kurt shook his head, helpless to Blaine's actions.

"Breathe," Blaine chuckled. Not many people were gathered in the centre.

The two of them stood on the ice – not skating or moving, just standing hand in hand. Blaine planted a quick kiss on his lips.

"Are you glad you came?" he asked, and Kurt nodded.

"I am now," Kurt kissed him back.

"You should take lessons with me," Blaine grinned and Kurt shook his head.

"As much as I'd love to watch you prance around in a fabulous costume, I'm very uncoordinated," Kurt chuckled and pulled Blaine into a hug, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"We could make something out of it," Blaine whispered into his ear. "Warblers on Ice,"

"A Domino effect of fail?" Kurt chuckled and Blaine shook his head.

"You'd be surprised,"

Kurt moved to kiss Blaine again, as a skater zoomed past. He brushed Kurt, just enough to knock the boy. Scrambling wildly, Kurt fell backwards, and Blaine moved to help him. Kurt's legs flew out from under him, grazing up Blaine's leg as he hit the ice. Blaine and Kurt hissed in pain simultaneously, but Blaine had already grabbed Kurt's hands and was holding them away from the ice.

"You okay?" Kurt lay on his back, his head against the ice. "Babe, you okay?"

"Yeah…"

"Your head? Did you hit your head?"

"No…just my back,"

"Are you in pain?" Blaine went down on one knee.

"No…it just stings, like someone smacked me,"

"Bloody speed skaters…" Blaine hoisted Kurt up and helped him to a standing position. "Anything else hurt?"

"Just the other side of my body," Kurt smiled, his hands shaking slightly in Blaine's. Blaine wrapped him in a hug and carefully brought him to the gates and out of the rink, getting him to sit on the seats.

When he was sure Kurt was okay, Blaine hiked up his pants on his left leg. A large scrape continued up his leg, from his knee to his shins. Kurt let out a gasp.

"How the hell did that happen?" he asked, touching around it gently.

Grabbing a napkin, Kurt gently wiped the blood that was forming.

"You just scraped me when you fell. No big," he whispered, although he was wincing as Kurt touched it.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," Kurt looked up at Blaine, who shrugged.

"Things like that happen all the time," Blaine grinned and kissed Kurt gently, pulling his pants back down over his scrape. "We should get some hot chocolate,"

"Yeah...I've had enough of ice skating," Kurt laughed and accompanied Blaine to the small shop.

^.^

"Do you want me to stay with you again tonight?" Blaine asked as they returned to Dalton.

Kurt nodded, his arm linked with Blaine's. Blaine walked with a slight limp, trying not to draw attention with it. Kurt, on the other hand, seemed unscathed, but he knew he'd be stiff in the morning.

"I'll grab some clothes for tonight and meet you there?" Blaine asked and Kurt nodded again.

As soon as Kurt was out of sight, Blaine let himself limp properly, putting little weight on his leg. It stung like hell. He'd fix it up at Kurt's.

Climbing up the stairs was terrible – Blaine ended up gasping out once or twice, trying not to wake the other dormers. When he reached his room, he gathered up clothes into a satchel, and made the painful journey back to Kurt's.

"Come in," Kurt called when Blaine gently knocked.

Blaine struggled in, careful not to show he was hurting. Kurt sat on the bed, awaiting Blaine expectantly.

"Sit down," Kurt motioned and Blaine raised his eyebrows.

"Yes Mr. Hummel," he joked, dropping his satchel and plopping on the bed, grateful for the relief on his leg.

"Put out your leg," Kurt commanded, and Blaine shook his head.

"It's pretty ugly now. You don't need to see it,"

"I want to fix you,"

Blaine smiled.

"You don't need to,"

"I want to,"

Kurt gave him a determined look, making Blaine just want to comply. He did so, putting both legs onto the bed in front of Kurt. He had gathered tissues, antiseptic and a large bandage.

Gently, Kurt rolled up Blaine's pant leg, revealing the ugly scrape. Blood had pooled around it and within it, and it had already started scabbing.

"This will hurt," Kurt smiled slightly as he sprayed the antiseptic onto his leg. Blaine hissed and winced, moving his leg back in response. Kurt grabbed the sides of his leg, pulling it back to him. "Don't move,"

"It hurts," he complained and Kurt smiled, drowning a tissue in antiseptic. He gently rubbed it over Blaine's scrape, making him audibly gasp. "Shit"

"Hush!" Kurt laughed quietly. "You'll wake the others,"

"I wouldn't be making so much noise if you weren't poisoning me!" he joked.

Kurt took Blaine's hand while he worked, washing the blood and mucus away. Blaine made strange, strangled noises and gripped Kurt's hand tightly.

When he was done cleaning, Kurt gently placed a large band-aid over it, pressing it down gently. Blaine watched his boyfriend lovingly, no longer in pain. His thumb stroked Kurt's hand gently, and he grinned when Kurt placed a kiss over the bandage.

"Good as new," he gently rolled Blaine's pant let back down and kissed the fabric, moving up gently. He kissed up his pants, over his knee and onto his thigh.

Blaine's eyes widened as Kurt kissed his hips, then kept moving up to his chest. Blaine ran a hand through Kurt's hair, and let out a low moan as Kurt kissed along his jawline, tonguing his stubble gently.

The two of them lay on Kurt's bed, kissing gently. They were perfectly relaxed.

When one fell, the other would help them up. If one broke, the other would pick up the pieces. They were two halves of a heart, brought together to make up a whole, and if that wasn't what love was, Blaine didn't think he would ever know - and Kurt didn't want to know anything else.

A/N: Corny-ass ending, but it felt weird otherwise. Hell, feels weird now. But whatever :)

Blaine Ice Skating? WTF - well can't you see him? I can imagine Blaine being an ice skater. Not sure why. And I wondered if you all noticed that I always write about Blaine being the romantic one and looking after Kurt - I thought I'd try it the other way and it doesn't sit right with me XD. So Blaine is the uber romantic freak :D.

AS a side note, I just wanted to squee and let you all know that I MET TOM FREAKIN' FELTON. TOM FELTON. HOLY GOSH. HE WAS AT SUPANOVA YESTERDAY AND I SHOOK HIS HAND AND HE SIGNED MY PICTURE. YAY!

_clears throat_ okay. Cool. I have new love for Tom Felton, but he comes after Darren Criss. Always.