Just a little Christmas fic! Happy holidays everyone! The song in the story is "Baby Please Come Home" I don't who the original belongs to, but this is the version sang by Josh Ramsay.
Please Come Home
Now the snows coming down
And I'm watching it fall
Watching the people around
Baby, please come home
Pretty lights on a tree
I've been watching them shine
You should be here with me
Baby, please come home
Kurt sighed once again making Finn roll his eyes. Rachel stood up from the armchair near the fireplace and walked over to the boy leaning a hand on his shoulder. "He'll come."
The soprano nodded and turned away from the window where he had been watching the snow fall down from the night sky and deposit on the trees. "Let's eat," he said, trying to sound cheerfully.
Rachel exchanged a worried glance with her boyfriend and then looked back at her friend. "Kurt, there's snow everywhere and all the flights were cancelled."
"I know that, Rach," the boy answered walking away from the living room and towards the kitchen. "Is everything ready? It's out first Christmas in Manhattan and everything has to be perfect."
"He had a lot of work to do before coming home, you know that, man," Finn said, standing up from the couch and walking over to Kurt. He put his arm around his brother's shoulder and pulled him in a half-hug. "But he wanted to come so…"
The shorter boy nodded and thought back about the text he had sent to his boyfriend that morning, a simple 'Baby please come home.'
Kurt glanced back at the Christmas tree that he had decorated with Finn and Rachel (even though the girl was Jew and the boy was trying to get into the 'Jew stuff' as he had called it) blinking back the tears while the lights shone in the room.
He was about to say that it didn't matter if his boyfriend couldn't make it to the Christmas dinner (after all, Noah was Jew just like Rachel), when the door swung open and a tall man stepped inside shaking the snow off much like a dog would do.
"I'm late, I know. Sorry," the guy said and Kurt couldn't stop himself from running across the room and throwing his arms around Puck's neck. "I had to drive."
"You came!" Kurt almost yelled, trying to stop himself from scolding the other boy about driving in the snow.
"I always do," the boy replied with a smirk before encircling the slender waist of his boyfriend and bury his face in the crook of the pale neck, inhaling the scent of the guy he loved. "Merry Christmas," he murmured against the warm skin.
Kurt smiled happily and pulled back leaving a soft kiss on the taller boy's lips. "Merry Christmas."
"Can we eat now?" Finn asked from the kitchen's door.