inspired by this adorable fanart (though not true to the details of it)
"You’re shivering," Blaine observed, squeezing Kurt’s hand a little as they walked.
The wind was whipping through the picturesque little park not far from their apartment, swirling leaves around them and leaving Kurt just this side of a little too cold.
"I’m fine," Kurt said, and maybe he would’ve been convincing if his teeth hadn’t chattered a little as he spoke.
"I told you that jacket was too light," Blaine tsked, "and no gloves!" He pulled Kurt’s hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it and frowning at the chilled skin.
Kurt hummed in disappointment. “I just love this jacket. And I don’t have any gloves that go with it. Damn you winter; I can feel you creeping up on us early this year.”
"Here," Blaine said, grinning at him sympathetically. He slipped the glove off his hand and gave it to Kurt and then pulled him close, wrapping an arm around his waist and slipping his now bare hand in Kurt’s jacket pocket.
"Aww," Kurt cooed, and he mirrored Blaine’s position after he put his fiance’s glove on, his hand sliding into the merciful warmth of Blaine’s coat pocket. With his hands toasty and Blaine’s arm curled cozily around him, he was already feeling much better.
They continued their walk this way, giggling whenever they stumbled a little and synchronizing their steps. Kurt’s breath came out in puffs of laughter as they tried to execute a little footwork combination from dance class, until Blaine stepped on a stray branch and rolled his ankle.
"Oh! Ouch, ah," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt’s shoulder and hopping in place.
"How bad is it?" Kurt said worriedly, his mouth turning down as he watched Blaine try to put weight on his foot and then hiss in pain.
"Pretty bad," Blaine admitted, and Kurt helped him over to a bench so they could take a look. Nothing seemed to be broken or sprained, but Blaine’s ankle did seem to be swelling a little after they rested for a while. He’d have to rest and ice it for the weekend to be ready for classes on Monday.
"Okay," Kurt said, standing up and turning around, "hop on."
He could hear the amusement in Blaine’s pleased voice. “You’re offering to piggyback me back to the loft?”
"I hope you know I would only make this sacrifice for you because I love you so much," Kurt said, giving Blaine a coy look over his shoulder, "my jacket is going to be all wrinkled."
"True," Blaine said, as he hobbled up onto the bench and then climbed on Kurt’s back, "but look at it this way…"
Kurt felt Blaine’s hot breath on his ear, the warmth of his body all along his back. Hot hands pressed against the cool skin of his exposed throat and then slid under his jacket a little resting on his collarbones. He could practically feel the smirk on Blaine’s face.
"I’ll definitely keep you warm," Blaine said, and he kissed the tip of Kurt’s ear.
Kurt grinned, his cheeks pink no longer just from the chilly autumn air, and started to walk.