Disclaimer: Blindspot is my current obsession but it is not mine
I hopefully intend to do a series of Christmas one-shots. There will be no clear plot line and each chapter will be independent of the other.
They might be AU or Cannon, some will by fluffy and others angsty. Wherever the Christmassy inspiration takes me… or if I get any requests.
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Plot: Rich Dotcom forces Kurt and Jane to kiss under the mistletoe. It wouldn't be me if there wasn't a little angst, but it gets sappy at the end.
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Holiday Collection
Mistletoe Mayhem
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Christmas time was a culture shock. Just when Jane thought she was able to navigate normal social interaction… the holidays hit. All of a sudden there were unspoken rules about gifts, music, decorations and traditions.
Everyone was singing carols that caught on the corners of her mind, but she couldn't quite remember the words to. People kept raving about "red cups" at Starbucks as if they alone heralded the start of the Christmas season. Black Friday seemed to be a vital event but she wasn't sure how to take part without money. And there was constant debate over the right time to put up a Christmas tree and joking attempts to guess who their "Secret Santa" was?
But something was happening around the office that was more bizarre than all these things. People that Jane normally observed to be platonic friends or even strangers had begun to kiss. These events appeared almost spontaneous and often caused clapping or snickering laughter. It was as if there was a secret game going on that everyone understood- everyone, except her.
Curious for an explanation, a few hours later, when she and Patterson were talking, Jane took the opportunity to ask about it. Patterson was the only team member who seemed willing to talk to her. Jane often found ways to stretch their conversations out with questions just for that sense of almost friendship. Pathetic but true.
She and Patterson were discussing a tattoo clue when Jane spotted Megan and Derek kissing near the break room. With an elbow to Patterson's rib she pointed out the sight, "Why are they kissing? They are both seeing other people…?"
Patterson burst out laughing, "It's just mistletoe, Jane." When her answer didn't alleviate Jane's puzzled expression Patterson continued, "It's a holiday tradition that, if two people are both standing under a Mistletoe, then they kiss."
"A bit of greenery makes people kiss? Do they have to?"
"No, of course not," Patterson tried to explain, "It's all in fun, some people take is seriously and other people brush it off…"
From that moment on, Jane vigilantly scoped out all the mistletoe locations in the office. She could only imagine the humiliating spectacle it would be if someone was caught under the mistletoe with her.
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In appreciation for their hard work, and because there were no emergent cases, the team was given a few days off leading up to Christmas.
Zapata joked that, "It was a Christmas miracle of epic proportion."
Infectious excitement filled the air as the office emptied almost immediately. Everyone whooped with joy and started to fill their new-found freedom with holiday activities. Most of them were reconnecting with family, or doing last minute shopping and, of course, spending time with each other.
For Jane, however, the gift didn't grant her much joy. For her, it meant long days of boredom and loneliness. It meant long walks and longer exercise sessions. It meant trying to pretend that she wasn't alone and friendless at Christmastime. If she was very lucky, she might convince herself it was just a normal day.
Jane kept her head down and drifted aimlessly out of the office and onto the bustling street. She dug her cold hands deep into her pockets and walked slowly down the street.
Never one to dwell on self-pity Jane made a game of trying to list aspects of Christmas she could enjoy on her own. She could admire the beautiful Christmas lights, listen to the songs and buy cookies from the store. She could go to the movies and watch a Christmas special so that next year, she could at least reference one film.
'See,' Jane told her sinking heart, 'there's lots of things I can do to fill the time.'
Still, when her phone beeped with an incoming text from the office, she breathed a sigh of relief. As much as Jane knew everyone else would be disappointed to be called back for an emergency… this was her version of a Christmas miracle.
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Jane made it back to the NYO in record time. It was eery to see the building so empty. The necessary skeleton staff was enjoying an impromptu Christmas party on a different floor so the bullpen was empty.
Jane was drawn to the lights on in Weller's office and strode through the open door expecting to find the team… but it was just Weller. A very surprised Weller who didn't look like he was expecting her.
"Did you need something, Jane?"
"No," she drew her phone out of her pocket, "I got a text saying that we had an emergency case. Isn't it from you?"
"No—"
Weller was cut off as his computer screen lit up, "No, my jolly souls, it's from me." Rich Dotcom's smiling face complete with a jaunty Santa hat filled the screen.
"What's this about Rich?" Jane groaned tersely, "No one likes your stupid games."
Rich clasped his heart theatrically, "I'm hurt! I went through all this trouble to get you guys the perfect Christmas present and this is the thanks I get? Honestly, if it hadn't been such a hassle, I would take it all back."
"Good take it back," Weller gestured to Jane to follow him as he made his way to the door of his office. It was almost Christmas and he didn't have time for any of crazy schemes.
"Hold on there, Stubbles, not so fast," called Rich eerily from the computer.
At his words, grey lockdown gates slammed down around the office with deafening finality. In disbelief, Weller pulled on the door handle but the door wouldn't budge open. "Let us out, Rich, what can you accomplish by trapping us in here."
"Oh, this isn't about me — well no, that's a lie… I do get a lot of joy out of this. But this is mostly about you guys and getting back some of the magic you seem to have lost."
Jane had been fiddling with her phone, trying to call for backup, "I have no signal."
"You guys really think I'd forget such an important detail? Come on, I'm the master." Rich smirked arrogantly. He rubbed his hands together in excitement, "Now, on with the festivities… please look up."
Weller and Jane locked eyes and, with sinking dread, they both turned to look at the ceiling. There, perched innocently amongst the lighting was a bit of mistletoe festooned with a garish red bow. In shock, they turned back to look at each other and then down at the screen.
"Mistletoe is a bit of a cliched way to woo your lady-love but, hey, 'tis the season. It's time to get the good old chemistry working again." Rich fought chuckles at their slack-jawed reaction.
"You— you want us to kiss?" Weller choked out in disbelief."
Rich chirped nonchalantly, "Yep, so simple right? But it's the gifts from the heart that mean the most. Once you kiss, you are free to go on your way and…" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "go wherever the mood takes you."
"That's coercion," Jane glared into the screen; her face had taken on a red flush. This was mortifying.
"Yes" he replied uncaringly.
"That's unfair"
"That's the deal."
Both Weller and Jane had unconsciously mirrored each other as they crossed their arms protectively over their stomachs in a defensive stance. This was humiliating and violating — only Rich Dotcom could be behind such a ludicrous plot.
"Okay then… no rush. I will leave you two to your moment. The camera in the corner will let me know once you smooch and then then— voila!— the doors will open. Merry Christmas! Oh, and it won't count unless it's on the lips," Rich's smirking face winked off the screen.
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Jane stared desperately at the floor. Just when she thought that Christmas couldn't get any worse… this happened. Deep down, the idea of kissing Kurt was thrilling— but the idea of Kurt being forced to kiss her was soul crushing.
"I'm sorry, Jane. Can you think of any ideas to get out of this?"
Her heart bruised and Jane tried not to flinch at the realization that the idea of kissing her was evidently repulsive to him. Studiously studying the gates through the glass walls, Jane pretended to be focused on her task until she got her emotions under control.
She picked at her nails and looked down as she lied, "It's just a stupid kiss. We'll just do it quickly; it will stop his ridiculous game and you can be out of here in a matter of seconds. It's Christmas and I'm sure we both have other things to do, today." Not her of course, but he didn't need to know that.
Kurt's brows furrowed at her toneless voice. It sounded flat; he didn't like it. Her words didn't ring true and the reason came to him clear as a bell. Last year, the team had made a point of including Jane in their holiday plans so that she wouldn't be alone… this year, he doubted anyone had made the effort. He certainly hadn't.
Kurt stepped towards Jane, awkwardly. It had been so long since he had made overtures of comfort— since he had taken her hand or wrapped his arms around, actions that used to be natural and commonplace. Jane's back went rigid and her arms tightened around her waist at his proximity.
"Oh, just get it over with," she whispered fiercely, although she wasn't meeting his eyes.
Kurt gently brushed his lips chastely across hers. It was supposed to be brief, simple— platonic even.
Except, Jane's mouth was sweet and he couldn't stop kissing her. Kurt's hands rose of their own accord until her face was framed between his hands with his thumbs stroking across her cheekbones and his fingertips burrowing into the soft hair at her temples. Jane leaned into him, her hands grasping tightly to the front of his shirt.
Kurt started off slow and searching, keeping himself in check. But as soon as her lips parted and a soft moan escaped…his, already limited, restraint snapped. His hands tightened and his mouth grew more insistent, deepening the kiss. Jane responded ardently and Kurt could feel her lips curl upwards.
Time stopped and the world tilted on its axis. For a brief, shining moment… it was just them. And then a grating squeal shocked them back into reality. The lockdown doors lifted.
Jane stumbled back from him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy. She touched her swollen lips with shaking fingers and whispered tremulously, "I'm sorry." And bolted out the door.
Kurt's body was still flooded with sensation. He was stock-still in shock until her words caught up to his brain and he tore after her.
He caught up with her before she could make it to the stairs. He reached out for her arm and with a sharp tug Jane's body crashed back into his embrace. Kurt took a moment to shamelessly admire the beautiful planes of her face and her expressive, green eyes.
"What are you doing?" she pushed half-heartedly at his chest in a hopeless attempt to escape.
Kurt wrapped his arms more securely around her, "I'm going to kiss you."
"But," she looked up; her confusion was adorable, "But — there isn't any mistletoe…"
"I know."
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Awwww Merry Christmas!
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