twentysomething

Title: Don't Ever Look Back

Fandom: Glee

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

Summary: "It's snowing outside, but that pathetic kind of snow where it's not really trying at all, and you'd definitely have school tomorrow, because the plow drivers and school board are in league, and then Kurt remembers he goes to boarding school now, he always has to go to class."

Length: 1100 wordsish.

Warnings: SERIOUSLY SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP ME VOMITING ALL THE RAINBOWS THERE WON'T BE ANY LEFT

Notes: So, while things are still hot and heavy over at WIPVEMBER voting (The Manny!AU is winning by a landslide right now, if that's not your cup o' tea, you'd better hurry your ass over there and comment until that ain't true) I'm doing stupid shit like this. New York is making me winter crazy, ya'll. You can ask leupagus, I bought a fucking wreath today and everything, it has pine cones and I made a festive bow for it. Going crazy. Anyway. FESTIVE SNOW AND SHIT AHEAD.





Dalton is like equal parts Hogwarts and A Separate Peace.

Well, with less magic and falling out of trees.

But Kurt's staring out of his mullioned window and wonders if he's subconsciously waiting for an owl.

It's snowing outside, but that pathetic kind of snow where it's not really trying at all, and you'd definitely have school tomorrow, because the plow drivers and school board are in league, and then Kurt remembers he goes to boarding school now, he always has to go to class.

"Wow, sadface," Bryan says slowly. Bryan's room had been the only double occupied by a single and Kurt thinks he knows why. And it's not just because Bryan's parents decided to use a "y" in his name. "You should turn that frown upside down, co-pilot."

Bryan farts sunshine.

Kurt had transferred to Dalton with a sense of hope in his heart, but he hadn't realized they were going to assign him his own talking Sister Mary Sunburst. He feels like Whoopi Goldberg, death threats and all.

His owl arrives:

You've been in your room for more than ten minutes straight, I strongly suspect you would like an excuse to leave it. Warbler snowball fight, put on your booties!

He's strongly suspected it before, but Blaine may actually be an angel.

... Kurt is also developing an alarming religious streak the longer he's here.

Kurt has two main concerns to address: water-proofing and cuteness. Luckily, due to extreme familiarity with receiving a faceful of slush, Kurt is beyond prepared. Putting on his Slushie War gear has never seemed quite this fun before, though, he has to admit.

He is a little perturbed when no one else is out in the quad yet, or at least no one he can see. He may have more practice at it, but that doesn't translate to an active desire to get ambushed with snow.

"That was quick," Blaine whispers in his ear, and Kurt manfully and luckily represses his inner instinct to hiss with alarm.

"I'm like a boy scout, I'm always prepared," Kurt quips quickly, and it's probably a sign of how completely taken he is with Blaine that the ear-flapped monstrosity on his head is actually endearing. Blaine raises his eyebrows.

"You were a boy scout?" he asks, tugging on his gloves, which, oh, tragic, part of a matching set. Kurt has a horrifying thought that, outside of his usual blazer and tie, Blaine may be ill-dressed.

"Are you kidding me? Have you seen the weeblo uniforms? Of course not," Kurt teases, although it's not like Dad hadn't tried. But no force on this green earth was getting him into olive and khaki polyester blends.

"How foolish of me," Blaine agrees, good-natured and too attractive. He pauses for a moment then laughs. "Okay, you can stop staring at my hat like you want to set it on fire. My mom sent it to me." Kurt feels his cheeks flush and hopes the cold and his Michael Kors hooded neckwarmer will hide it.

"I didn't say anything," he says, probably too mild and Blaine just laughs again.

"They're warm!" Blaine insists, snowflakes stuck in his eyelashes. Kurt can't keep a smile off his face, and Blaine groans.

"And, you know, ugly." he admits and Kurt keeps thinking about all the reasons why he shouldn't kiss him.

They all seem kind of stupid at the moment.

"First blood!" Someone shrieks and Kurt abruptly realizes they're a) no longer alone and b) Blaine has just taken a snowball directly to the hideous hat.

"This cannot be borne," Blaine mutters, and swiftly turns around to pelt David with a snowball. He grins at Kurt as David sputters snow out of his mouth and the shouts of new combatants ring around the quad. "Good luck, New Kid, you're on your own," Blaine blows the leftover snow off of his mitten-glove mutant baby into Kurt's face, a little puff of cold.

Kurt needs to stop being so smitten.

He holds his own, which surprises him, but then he remembers he's grown about four inches in the past year- and paid for it in tailor's bills- and once upon a time was a football player and a Cheerio. Sue probably has them running drills in the snow as they speak.

He finds himself back to back with Blaine around what looks to be the end of the fray- over half of the Warblers are collapsed in various states of hypothermia on the ground.

"Wes and Ashley are somewhere, and they won't rest until I've eaten more snow than has actually fallen," Blaine grouses, and Kurt smiles.

"You got them both, didn't you," Kurt asks and he can hear Blaine grin.

"Maybe once, twice. Seven times." Blaine acknowledges and Kurt just shakes his head, still smiling like an idiot.

"And now you're using me as a human shield, hardly chivalrous." Kurt teases. Blaine makes a hurt noise.

"I'm trusting you," he corrects. "Trusting you to be my other pair of eyes, to tell me if-" Blaine breaks off mid-sentence and Kurt is abruptly tackled to the soft but cold ground.

"You may be wondering why I did that," Blaine finally says after a moment that is way too long where their faces are way too close. "I promise you that a deadly snowball whizzed right by our heads, or where our heads would have been, had I not tackled you." Kurt raises his eyebrows and tries not to breathe so heavily. Or beat his heart so fast. Or move.

"And we're still on the ground because...?" Kurt trails off because clearly he is some kind of crazy person who doesn't want to be buried under a pile of Blaine.

"Well, I was going to kiss you," Blaine admits. "Or, you know. Snow angels." Kurt just grabs him by the earflaps and kisses him.

"Okay, I'm glad you picked the kissing, my snow angels always look terrible," Blaine finally says, when Kurt lets him up, bright eyed and grinning and Kurt has to kiss him again.

The wolf-whistles are unnecessary, but appreciated.

"Get it!" David howls and Kurt can't stop laughing long enough to keep kissing Blaine.

"That's what your first kiss is supposed to be like," Blaine whispers in his ear. Kurt smiles and tucks his face against Blaine's throat, warm under the scarf.

"Remind me to sell this movie to Lifetime," Kurt whispers back, and Blaine just laughs.