Once they were out of the building, Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand again and started pulling him down through the mobs of people roaming the streets. Without any warning, Kurt started pulling Blaine faster and faster, until they were practically running down the sidewalk. Blaine didn't really know where they were going; only that it was in the direction of his apartment.

"Where are you taking me?" Blaine yelled over the sound of the bustling city, running out of breath.

"Somewhere," he called back, his face lighting up with excitement.

"And where might this 'somewhere' be?"

Kurt shrugged, slowing down a little. "I don't know…I just thought we'd wing it."

Wing it? "What-"

"When's the last time you went to Central Park?"

"I don't know…a few weeks ago?"

Kurt turned and pulled him across the street, not seeming to care about the moving traffic coming straight in their direction. Blaine tried to give quick apologies to the cars slamming on their breaks and honking their horns, wondering what could possibly be running through Kurt's mind.

Kurt stopped abruptly in front of the park, causing Blaine to trip over his feet.

"Jesus Christ," Blaine panted as he bent over and placed his hands on his thighs.

"Don't tell me that was too much for a guy who works out at least four times a week," Kurt deadpanned, crossing his arms and watching as Blaine stood up straight again.

"How do you know…?" Blaine decided to drop it, because he usually did try to work out almost every day.

As they started walking through Central Park, Kurt pondered what they could do as Blaine listened, still trying to figure out what they were even doing there.

"So it's almost ten. What's still open at ten?"

"Everything," Blaine muttered. It was true; New York wasn't called the city that never sleeps for nothing.

"Do you know how to ice skate?"

Blaine thought about it for a few moments. "Not really. I mean I've done it a few times. Why-"

There it was again, Kurt's hand gripping his own. Before Blaine could even think to protest Kurt was pulling him in the direction of a heavy group of people.

…

"I still don't know why I agreed to do this," Blaine said, holding on tight to the wall of the ice skating rink, trying to keep his balance.

"Because skating is fun." Blaine looked over to see Kurt skating in circles, easily gliding across the ice.

"Easy for you to say."

Kurt smirked while skating to stand with Blaine against the wall. "Fine, after this we'll do something you want to do."

"Thank you."

"But for now…" Kurt pried Blaine's hands off of the wall and pulled him into the middle of the rink. "You're going to learn how to skate."

Blaine tried his best to pull away but he knew if he let go of Kurt he would be on his ass. The last time he skated was at least two years ago, and he would be the first to admit he was awful at it.

"Just try to find your balance," Kurt explained as Blaine held on to his arms, trying to keep him standing straight.

Blaine wondered how anyone could possibly keep their balance with the ice being so slippery. He was just standing there and he was already a mess of wobbles and jerks, each movement causing Blaine to grip harder and harder onto Kurt's arms.

"You're not going to break, so stop worrying," Kurt told him. Blaine was obviously not convinced and Kurt rolled his eyes. "If you fall, you fall. That's how you get better."

"Couldn't we have picked a simpler activity…I'm pretty sure there are plenty of BINGO games in New York City that would love to have us," Blaine gritted out as he slowly started straightening himself up.

"See? You're doing great." Kurt smiled and started pulling Blaine to the outside edge of the skating rink. "Next step: moving."

Blaine gripped even tighter onto Kurt's arms as Kurt pulled him across the rink. Blaine tried his best not to hold his breath or show Kurt how nervous he was, but he was failing immensely at both. "I swear you're going to be alright, Blaine," Kurt assured him as they stopped near the outer edge of the rink.

Blaine nodded and took a deep breath. "Okay," Blaine said, finally loosening his grip on Kurt.

"Don't be afraid."

"Okay."

"We're going to start moving now."

"Okay."

"Blaine you need to let go of me."

"Oh," Blaine said, taking his hands off Kurt. He quickly tried to hold himself steady. Once he found his balance Blaine nodded at Kurt, showing him that he was ready.

Kurt gave Blaine a smug smile before racing off to where the rest of the skaters were circling the rink.

"Kurt!" Blaine yelled. "Wait!" Blaine looked around. There was no way he was going to make it over to Kurt without falling or getting run over. It was probably better for Kurt that Blaine didn't know how to skate because he wanted nothing more than to smack him.

What was Blaine doing? He was in Central Park ice skating with someone he had met not even an hour ago, and now he was standing in the cold alone. Blaine never did these kinds of things. Why should today be any different?

Blaine turned around to leave the rink, only to find Kurt standing behind him trying to regain his breath. "You didn't go after me," Kurt said stiffly, a smile that was once there falling from his lips as he noticed Blaine's expression.

"I can't skate, remember?" Blaine said, trying to move his way around Kurt without falling over.

"You could if you tried." Kurt looked out at the skaters, obviously avoiding Blaine's eyes. "I know you think this is stupid. I mean, we're grown men for crying out loud. But I don't know…" Kurt looked down and bit his lip. "I just thought you were different. It's hard for me to see people just give up like that."

Kurt finally looked up and Blaine could see the disappointment in his eyes. After a few moments Blaine took a deep breath. "One more try."

The smile that illuminated Kurt's face was one of the most wonderful things he had ever seen.

"When I was younger," Kurt began after they started moving, "I'd pretend I was a bird gliding through the air."

"Yeah…I don't think that's going to help much," Blaine said, trying to keep his concentration on staying steady and keeping up with Kurt.

"Just a suggestion…"

They were silent for a few minutes after that, but Blaine kept noticing Kurt looking over at him. Blaine got into a steady rhythm and was surprised at how easy it was coming to him. Blaine didn't want to admit it, but he was actually starting to have…fun. He was actually starting to have a lot of fun.

"Now if I didn't know any better I'd think you were lying to me when you said you couldn't skate," Kurt laughed. Kurt's words pulled Blaine out of his thoughts, and he noticed that he and Kurt were actually going faster than most of the skaters in the rink. Blaine looked over at Kurt and met his eyes. He could feel himself blushing and quickly looked away. But before he could respond to Kurt's comment, however, Blaine felt himself starting to lose balance. He hit the ground in a matter of seconds.

Blaine could hear laugher. Was Kurt laughing at him? He looked up and realized it wasn't Kurt's laughter, but his own. Why was he laughing? Blaine hid his face in his hands as Kurt knelt down to his side.

"Blaine? Are you okay? Did you hurt something? Are you…crying?" The concern in Kurt's voice only made Blaine laugh harder.

"I'm perfect," Blaine said in a fit of laughter. "I'm absolutely perfect. I'm ice skating in Central Park with a guy I met an hour ago…and I'm perfect."

Kurt smirked and held out his hand to help Blaine up. "Come on Mr. Perfect let's get you off the ice before someone runs you over."

"Oh no, we're racing," Blaine said as soon as he got back on his feet. He didn't even wait for Kurt to respond before darting towards the other end of the rink.

"Hey! No fair!" Kurt called after him.

"You snooze you lose!" Blaine called back.

From that moment on it seemed like no one else existed except for Kurt, and Blaine tried not to look too hard into what it meant. Instead Blaine tried to concentrate on the fact that he was having the time of his life, and the night was only beginning.

Thank you so much for reading! The next chapter should be up soon :)