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Disclaimer: The song is The One by Shakira.


The next day, Blaine was up at the crack of dawn. He immediately put on some music and started rummaging through his wardrobe for something to wear – anything to keep him from thinking. He was singing along to the music, concentrating on the lyrics to keep his overly worrying brain busy. After he was dressed, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, ran a hand through his hair, took a look at the gel bottle on the sink and shook his head. If Kurt liked his hair curly, surely he wouldn't go through all the trouble of trying to tame it.

He was pretty satisfied with himself. He managed to look nice, to pass the time while waiting for Kurt, and he didn't even worry! His favorite Shakira song came up on his computer and he started to sing along.

You're the one I need
The way back home is always long
But if you're close to me I'm holding on
You're the one I need
My real life has just begun
Cause there's nothing like your smile made of sun

In the world full of strangers
You're the one I know

He was so into the song that he hadn't heard the knock on the door, or even someone opening it. He gave a startled jump when he turned around and saw Kurt watching him, an amused look on his face. He dropped the hair brush he was holding like a microphone and stood there, utterly embarrassed.

"So, Shakira, uh?" Kurt asked with a smirk.

Blaine shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"Well, what can I say; it's one of my guilty pleasures. I love Laundry Service; it's my feel good album."

"Well, you won't need it today! I've got so much surprises lined up you won't believe it." Kurt was beaming like a little kid just thinking about what he'd planned. It was nice seeing him like that, and Blaine thought he should leave the planning to him more often.

"So, where are we going?"

"Can't tell you, now, can I?" Kurt winked at him. "It would ruin the surprise!"

Can you at least tell me why you were acting all weird at dinner last night?"

"Alright, then." Kurt sighed. "I've been texting Wes, David, and some other people to get some ideas for your surprises."

"And when you got up to go to the bathroom?" Blaine raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"I've been making some calls to arrange the last details."

Blaine felt instantly relieved; all his worries from the previous night went away. He was so happy that Kurt was going to such lengths just to surprise him. He smiled at the thought.

"I'm hungry; can we go to the cafeteria before we go?"

"Surprise number one!" Kurt held him a brown paper bag and a steaming cup. "Fresh croissants and a chai latte, just like you like it."

They ate in Blaine's room, because there was no way Kurt would let anyone eat in his car.


Once again, they were driving downtown, singing along to the music playing in Kurt's car. They passed by the restaurant they went to the night before, and entered a part of town Blaine didn't know. Kurt pulled over in the parking of a square glass building.

"Where are you bringing me? What is it?"

"It's Westerville Community Center." Kurt answered matter-of-factly.

They entered the building and were greeted by the characteristic sound of skates scraping on ice, over a background of pop music. Kurt led Blaine to a booth and asked the lady in charge for a pair of skates, size 10.

"And what's your shoe size?" he asked Blaine, who looked stunned.

"Err, 9, but I don't know how to skate, I never learned…"

"That's what we're here for, silly! Surprise number two! Skating lessons!"

The lady at the booth handed them two pairs of hockey skates. Kurt paid her, then went to sit on a bench near the skating rink to put them on. He made a face.

"I prefer figure skates, they're what I learned with, but oh well… I won't be able to show you all my moves, then…"

"You know how to figure skate?" Blaine eyes widened.

"Yeah, I took classes when I was a kid. My father taught me to skate and wanted me to play a sport, but I didn't want to play hockey. I was fascinated by figure skaters back then."

Blaine chuckled.

"Anything else I don't know about you?"

"Oh, yeah, I was on the cheerleading squad back in McKinley."

Blaine choked.

"What? I mean, really?"

"Yeah, but that's gonna be a story for another time…" he said with a smirk. "So, ready?"

Blaine had his skates on but felt less than ready. He had never done that, he couldn't figure out how those two thin blades were supposed to support him on a slippery surface. He felt so inadequate, and it was a really tough first step for his "not-always-in-control" resolution. He swallowed with difficulty and looked at Kurt hopelessly. Kurt took both his hands.

"Look, I know it may be scary the first time. Take all the time you need. I'm gonna do a few laps, let you get used to the idea, and I'll come back to you, all right?"

Blaine nodded. Kurt pressed his hands one last time before stepping onto the ice. He looked so at home on skates, it was like he was flying. He did two or three laps, waving at Blaine or blowing him kisses each time he passed by him. He finally stopped in front of him with a huge smile.

"God, I forgot how much I enjoyed this!"

"You were great," Blaine said, impressed. "You make it look so easy…"

"It really is, once you got the hang of it."

Kurt offered his hand to him. "Come on, give it a shot, what's the worst that could happen?"

"You mean aside from falling, breaking my leg and humiliate myself in front of you?"

Kurt chuckled. "If you fall, I promise I'll catch you."

"It really is impossible to say no to you."

"That's part of my charm, actually," he answered with a wide grin. "Shall we?" he added, offering his hand to Blaine once again.

Blaine let out a deep sigh.

"If we must…" He stood up and took Kurt's hand. It felt quite weird, standing on two thin blades, especially on hard floor, and he had trouble keeping his balance.

They walked slowly to the edge of the rink. Kurt got on the ice first and stood right there, ready to help him.

"Don't worry, I'm here…"

Blaine nodded, took a deep breath, and stepped on the ice. Kurt waited until he was stable, and then led him slowly on the ice. Blaine was clinging to his arm so hard he was afraid to bruise it.

At first, he was only trying to stand while Kurt was pulling him, and he wasn't moving his legs.

"Push with your foot, glide, then push with the other. One at a time…" Kurt was speaking softly. "You can do it, go ahead…"

Blaine was feeling ridiculous. All he could do was walk strangely on the ice, he was pretty sure he looked like a penguin.

"Okay, hold on to the sideboard and watch me. Watch my legs."

Kurt was skating very slowly to let him see the motions.

"You see what I'm doing? I push, then I glide on the other foot." Kurt looked so happy to be the one teaching him something, he was smiling widely. He came back to Blaine. "Try it."

Blaine took hold of his arm, and then pushed with his right foot. It was quite startling to be just on one foot, even for a split second, but then he realized he was gliding.

"The other foot, now," Kurt said softly.

So he pushed with his left foot, then with the right.

"Look at you, you're skating!" Kurt looked so proud, and Blaine couldn't believe he looked this happy just because of him.

They kept skating, slowly at first, but gaining speed with Blaine's confidence increasing. They soon got back to the place where they'd entered the rink. Kurt stopped and pulled him in for a soft kiss.

"What's that for?" Blaine asked with a playful smile.

"To congratulate you on your very first lap on ice-skates."

"It won't be the last, will it?" Blaine jokingly pouted.

"Of course not, you look like you're having so much fun."

"I really am."

"So, you like your surprise?"

"Absolutely." This time, it was he who surprised Kurt with a kiss.

"Good, because it's not the last one…" Kurt looked mischievous, and Blaine couldn't help finding this very sexy and kind of distracting, which is why he was taken aback and lost his balance when Kurt pulled him by the hand for another lap. Luckily, he was standing next to the sideboard and he managed to catch himself from falling.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry! I thought you were ready!" Kurt looked like he hated himself for letting that happen. He held Blaine close to him and asked several times to make sure he was okay.

"I'm alright, I'm alright!" Blaine chuckled. "God, you're so cute when you're worried!" Kurt looked at him, suddenly seeming shy.

"I promised I'd catch you if you fell, and I didn't…"

Blaine couldn't help laughing. "Don't worry about that" I didn't fall, I just lost my balance a bit."

He put a gentle kiss on Kurt's nose.

"What's that I hear about more surprises?


Note: Sorry, I really am a poor skater, so it was difficult to write about Kurt teaching him. If I made any technical mistakes, I'm sorry!