Klaine Fluff

"Blaine, someone's going to find us..." Kurt giggled, leaning his forehead against Blaine's, running a hand through his curls.

"Who would be stupid enough to be in Central Park at this time? It's six in the morning, on a freakin' Saturday," Blaine chuckled softly, brushing a snowflake from Kurt's eyelashes.

"Apart from dog walkers, and joggers, and serial killers?" Kurt replied, caressing Blaine's face and allowing himself to be pushed back futher against the snow covered tree.

"My darling, you are the stubbornest person I have ever met. Now be quiet and kiss me," Blaine grinned, attacking Kurt's neck with soft kisses, working up until he reached his mouth. Kurt kissed him back enthusiastically, lips moving in synchronisation. Blaine's hands slipped back to their usual place, wrapped around Kurt's waist and suddenly, all his worries floated away.

The sun began to rise over New York, it's rays bouncing off the untouched snow. Kurt embraced his husband tightly, promising himself to never let him go again.

"Welcome home, Mr Anderson-Hummel. I missed you."

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Okay, so I know it's far to short to have it's own chapter, or even be up here on the internet, but, my plot bunnies were insistent on this one, and here it is...