Warren had that stupid smirk on his face that was just asking to be swiped off. It wasn't unusual for him to turn up to your room, while you were trying to get at least some of your homework done before he talked you out of it and got you to follow him to wherever it was that he wanted to go to that night. He sat on your desk chair while you sat on your bed, papers spaced out in front of you while highlighters, that barely worked, littered your bed and half of your floor. Obviously, he couldn't sit on the chair like you could, his wings got in the way, so he sat with the back of the chair against his chest, his arms resting on the top of it as his head was laying on his arms. With the shake of your head, you tried to ignore his presence and finish off one of the many pieces you had.

"That's not even due till next week, take a break, babe," Warren hoped that reminding you would get you to take a break.

After glancing up at him, barely lifting your head, only looking through your lashes, with a blank expression, you looked back down, highlighting one of the sentences before picking up your pen to write an answer. Warren groaned, resting his forehead on his arms, closing his eyes as he heard the pen move across the page.

"Babe, you and I both know that ignoring me only lasts about three minutes before the sound of my voice constantly nagging at you gets you to leave this room with me."

"Not tonight, Warren."

"Are you angry at me for writing on your book earlier?"

"Which one? The one that now says; 'ITchy sewer daddy' instead of 'IT' or the one that says; 'Warren Peace' instead of 'War and Peace'?"

"Okay, but you have to admit, if they made a Stephen King movie remake of IT called 'Itchy sewer daddy', you would go and watch it."

"Warren..." You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing loudly. "Why don't you go ask Kurt to hang out?"

"Because I don't want to make out with Kurt?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't have thought that after you two got pretty close the other day."

"What? You mean when I was trash talking him before training?"

"If that's your idea of trash talking—"

"Don't finish that sentence, babe."

A light smile tugged at your lips. "Go away, Warren."

"I'm breaking you, just give me another minute—" He pointed at you. "No. Wait. Thirty seconds. Just give me another thirty seconds to prove that I am, in fact, irresistible to you."

"How about I just jam this pen into my neck?"

"That's not one of my options." Warren raised an eyebrow. "Don't talk back to me with that sarcastic tone, babe, you know it gets me going."

With a groan, you laid back on your bed. "Leave!" You yelled.

"I still have twenty seconds." He shrugged.

"Great, so you're going to waste twenty seconds of my life?"

"As opposed to?"

"I can feel my youth slipping away from me. The grey hairs are already dominating the rest of my head. My skin is wrinkling and sagging as we speak."

"Stop using up the rest of my ten seconds being dramatic." He laughed.

"Times almost up. When it is, you leave."

"No. I'll just get closer."

You screamed, picking up the pillow from behind your head to cover your face. Warren's laughter still managed to echo through the pillow as he got closer, removing it from your head with a grin as his shaggy, blond curls fell in front of his face. It wouldn't be long before he forced you to give him another haircut.

"Save the screaming until later, babe, and stop trying to suffocate yourself before we've had some fun."

"Fun? Warren, your idea of fun is making me go into some abandoned building just so you can pretend to 'save' me and reward yourself with kisses."

"It works every time." He grinned.

"How about we just stay here tonight? Or, better yet, you leave and I stay here to finish my work."

Warren stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry. "Boring," he chimed.

"Times up."

"Oh, c'mon, babe." He groaned, getting on your bed as you sat up to finish your work.

"No."

"Please?" He whined.

"Let me think about it."

"Great!"

"No."

Warren groaned. "Baby, please!" He whined again, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

"Warren, I'm working."

You could hear him huff, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Fine. But I'm not moving."

You tried to shrug, but it was difficult with his head resting on the right one. "Whatever."

"Are you done yet?"

"How about I jam this pen into your neck instead."

"Oh, and then what?"

Warren laughed when you screamed again, throwing your pen down on your bed. His arms tightened around you as he pulled you back, just enough so you were leaning on him. You covered your face with your hands.

"I love you." He chuckled, leaning his head against yours.

"I know."

"Okay, Han, can we go do something now?"

"Fine." He cheered to himself. "Only because you finally got the reference."

"It only took ten months of making me watch the same movie over and over again for me to finally get it."

"It would have taken Kurt one." You smirked, standing up once you felt his arms loosen around your waist.

"Baby," he said quietly, his hands gripping your waist once more, stopping you from moving. "Don't say that."

"Why? It's true." You laughed, obviously joking—which he was as well.

"That's only because he would have been watching the movie, not staring at you like I do."

Turning around, rather awkwardly, you cupped his face in your hands. "I know."

"So, we go out now?"

"Yeah," you told him, sighing, hating that you caved in. "Just no scaring me."

"How else do I get you to kiss me?"

"By kissing me first? Or asking?" You laughed, putting your jacket and shoes on as he stood up from the bed.

"That works?"

"Asking if you can kiss me is way more attractive than scaring me into kissing you."

"Really?"

You hummed. "Let's just say it gets me going." Turning away from him, you turned the light off and walked out of your room.

"Wait! Seriously?" He yelled, running after you.

"Sure."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"I hope you do." You smiled, feeling his hand slip into yours as you walked down the corridor to the stairs to leave.

-

It had been a task to try and stop Warren from going down one of the children's slides at the park. It was unknown to you how you even managed to end up there, but Warren seemed to have persuaded you, like always. His metal wings barely allowed him to swing on the swings, obviously stopping the air from getting passed him for him to be able to swing. At the very least, he was able to mess around on the monkey bars and the climbing frame—he wasn't pleased that he couldn't use the seesaw because of how heavy his wings were.

"I'm the king of the world!" Warren yelled from the top of the climbing frame.

"You look like the Angel on top of a Christmas tree." You laughed, barely able to pull yourself up to climb as you were laughing so hard at him.

"That's not very nice, babe. I'm royalty."

"Yeah, a royal pain in the ass." You laughed again, having to hold on tightly to the ropes as even the smallest glimpse of him standing at the very top with his hand resting on his hips set you off into fits of laughter.

"Well, you're not joining me up here," he called down to you.

"I can't even breathe," you barely managed to reply through the laughter.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved you off.

Deciding it was better to not fall and break something, you climbed back down. "I can't even look at you!"

"Why? Because you're blinded by my beauty?"

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I'm not beholding you, Warren."

"Rude," you managed to hear him say a lot quieter. "I'm staying up here." He crossed his arms over his chest. "You can't make me come down!"

"I'm not going to, I'm going to go use the slide."

"Hey! If I can't then you can't!"

"Okay, then that rule applies to your castle."

Warren groaned, jumping off the top, slowly making his way down. You could hear the metal of his wings stop as he landed. "Fine, then you're coming with me."

"What?" You turned around to face him just before he grabbed your waist, making his way back up to the top, holding onto you tightly. "Warren!" You held onto him tightly, surprised at how high up it actually was.

"Shh, just turn around."

"No." You shook your head.

"I won't let you fall. I'm right here." He nodded to you, slowly turning you around himself as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, keeping your body flush against his.

"Whoa." The park had been built on top of a hill, so it was easy to see the lights across the city from the very top of the climbing frame.

"Scared?" He asked quietly, hearing your breathing speed up.

"I'm not exactly a fan of heights, not like this anyway, nowhere for me to hold in case I fall."

"This is what it's like to be alive, though, babe."

"Not helping."

"I won't let you fall, I told you that."

"You lie a lot, Warren."

"Yeah, I know. But I'm not lying now." He rested his head against the side of yours. "So, are you scared?"

"No. Why?"

"Can I kiss you?"

You smiled, turning your head to look at him. "Yeah, you can." You nodded, slowly turning around, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You said you didn't want me to scare you into kissing me, so, I guessed, considering that you're not scared, that it was alright for me to ask."

"It is," you told him. Warren grinned, leaning down to press his lips to yours, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.