I'll Hold Your Hands, They're Just Like Ice (Klaine)
Title: I’ll Hold Your Hands, They’re Just Like Ice
Challenge: schmoop_bingo
Prompt: snowed in
Medium: fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Schmoop.
Summary: Kurt gets snowed in at Dalton, but he isn’t complaining that much.
They were making out on Blaine’s bed, completely comfortable when Kurt’s phone rang.
Dalton may have been a boarding school, but Kurt’s family lived nearby. The school allowed him to live with his dad. It cut down on the cost and it made him happier to be near his father after the heart attack anyway, so Blaine was happy enough.
But on nights like this, Blaine really wished Kurt had a dorm. Preferably he would share his dorm with Blaine.
Kurt rolled back from the bedside table to the center of the bed. “I’ve got to go.”
“Baby, it’s cold outside. Just stay over, it’ll be great. I promise.”
“I really can’t stay. It’s been really nice so far, but I really have to go, Blaine. My dad will start to worry.”
“You mean you’ll start to pace the floor.” Blaine smirked above Kurt’s hair, his head tucked into his shoulder as Blaine ran his hands through the soft brown locks. “He’ll be fine. He has Carol and Finn, right? Besides, he worries about you, you know?”
“The answer is no. Finn will be waiting at the door. Carol will be suspicious; I think she knows we’re together. Do you think any step-mother in her right mind would let me stay? What if she’s told my dad? He’ll kill you, and I quite like you alive.” Kurt tilted his head back to look at Blaine, blue eyes both bright and hazy as he smiled at him.
“Carol loves me, you know she does. She’ll think it’s good for you, too. You’ve been so stressed lately.”
“Expensive boarding schools have a lot harder curriculum than D-list public schools.”
“You’re the one who said you wanted a challenge.”
“I think I got two.”
“You wound me, baby. Stay here with me. It’s bad out there.” He slides Kurt and himself up the bed to look out the picture window on their right. “Look out the window at that storm; school’s practically snowed in already.”
“What-? You mean- I can’t even see my car! How long has it been snowing like this?” Kurt sits up and slaps him on the shoulder, leaning over Blaine to gaze out into the newly white parking lot. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“I think most of this happened when we were both a bit distracted.” Blaine might still be a bit distracted, what with Kurt hovering over him, hair mussed and cheeks flushed.
“I’ve got to get home.”
This time he can’t help it, Blaine sings, “Baby, you’ll freeze out there.”
“…we really have been saying the lyrics to Baby It’s Cold Outside? I thought I was just imagining things.” Kurt is so cute when he smiles like that.
“Baby it’s cold outside,” Blaine croons, wide smile on his face as he looks at Kurt in the pure refracted light from the outside snow.
“There’s bound to be talk tomorrow…” Kurt has a sweet smile for a few moments before his face shifts and he asks, “Seriously, what do you think administration will do if they find out?”
“Zero percent harassment policy also means that administration can’t treat us differently because we’re gay. They can’t kick Wes out of David’s room; they can’t kick you out of mine. Especially if I just helping a fellow classman when he couldn’t get home.”
“Wes and David have girlfriends. We have boyfriends. Each other.”
“So? I could make a good case out of it.”
“Yes, you’d make a wonderful lawyer. You’ve managed to keep me here this long haven’t you? Even Mercedes couldn’t get me to stay more than fifteen minutes once I said I would leave. Besides,” and Kurt looked adorable when he got that mischievous look in his eyes, “The neighbors might think-”
“Let them think whatever the Hell they want to. We’re Warblers remember? We’re the rockstars here. C’mon, is there anything I can say to make you stay?” And Blaine plays along before Kurt can even answer. “Your eyes are like starlight now… I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere.” But he was smiling when he said it; Blaine was wearing him down.
“Beautiful, what’s your hurry?” For emphasis, Blaine pulls Kurt back down on top of him, nuzzling his neck and whispering the words into his ear. “Gosh your lips look delicious.”
“Fine! Fine, I’ll stay! You win.” Kurt kisses him chastely on the cheek before he leans up saying, “Just let me call Dad or Carol, alright? Be right back.”
When Kurt crawled back into bed, he only smiled and sang “I ought to say no, no, no, sir.”
“Mind if I move in closer?”
Kurt only sings the next line, but he and Blaine somehow get closer even on the already cramped bed. “At least I'm gonna say that I tried.”
“What's the sense in hurting my pride?”
Kurt laughs as he sings “I really can't stay…”
“Baby don't hold out…”
“Oh, but its cold outside.” They finish together, kissing once before they burrow down into the blankets and settle into the blankets, content.
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