I'm not really sure where this came from, but here it is!
Christmas in July is a thing, so I feel less awkward about posting this than I would otherwise.

Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own anything.


Blaine loved Christmas. He adored every single thing about the holiday. Writing letters to Santa, the smell of the gingerbread cookies that his mother made every year, singing Christmas carols around the house at the top of his lungs...everything. The Christmas season was nothing short of magical. The kids in his class tended to make fun of him for still believing in it all. It hurt to hear them laughing at him, but he did his best to ignore it.

He waited with anticipation as his mother finished unpacking ornaments. Blaine's favorite Christmas tradition had always been decorating the tree. Or, in his case, watching as his mother decorated it, occasionally throwing in suggestions about where to place the candy canes. But this year, he was finally old enough to begin helping out. His mother had always feared that he would end up breaking something, or hurting himself. Perhaps both.

The now seven year old ran around the tree, giggling with excitement as he inhaled the scent of fresh pine. He focused on hanging the various brightly colored glass ornaments in all the right places among the lower branches. Once he realized that he was too short to reach anything else, Blaine sat cross-legged on the floor and stared as his mom finished the tree, humming to herself.

After some time, she stepped away from the fully decorated tree, holding her arms out as she presented it to Blaine. The boy in question gazed at the shining, glittering mass before him in awe. Gradually, the expression of awe and admiration melted into one of sadness. Blaine glanced at his mother's concerned and confused features and pointed to the top of the tree.

She followed his finger with her eyes. "Oh!" she had exclaimed when the realization had struck her. "The star!"

Blaine grinned as his mother quickly went to retrieve the crystal star from one of the Anderson's many boxes of Christams decorations. She returned only moments later, and gently handed the star to Blaine, who merely stared at it with wide eyes. He didn't notice as she knelt down to his level.

"How would you like to put the star on the tree, Blaine?" she asked with a smile. Blaine met his mother's green eyes with his own, disbelief painted all over his face.

"Really?" Blaine quietly questioned. "Me?"

Samantha Anderson's smile grew as she stood up once more, "Yes, you."

And as Blaine, hoisted in the air by a set of arms, placed the glimmering star atop the tree as carefully as he could, he realized that it didn't matter what the kids at school said. Christmas really was magical.