Story: Christmas Tweet
By: Ruby Lis
Pairing: Kurtofsky (Kurt Hummel/Dave Karofsky)
Rating: G
Summary: Dave gives Kurt a Christmas present he never expected—and Kurt returns the favor.
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy.
A/N: Quick fluffy one shot for LizzyPoodle.
Dave Karofsky shoved his hands deeper in his pockets, weight shifting nervously from foot to foot, wishing more than anything that Kurt would say something about his Christmas present. Nothing. The silence dragged on. Five minutes passed like five hours and still Kurt stood, wide eyed, mouth slightly parted in surprise, not saying a word.
Dave sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. So much for his brilliant idea.
"You hate it."
"No, I—" Kurt spoke up quickly, words coming out in a rush as he offered a tentative smile. "—I don't hate it." His smile warmed as he admired his present. "It just wasn't what I was expecting."
"From me?"
Kurt giggled. "From anyone."
Dave relaxed when he heard Kurt's laugh and watched his eyes light with pleasure as he held the bird cage up for a closer look at the little canary inside.
"His name's Caruso."
Kurt glanced at David, impressed. "Enrico?"
"Who's Enrico?"
"Enrico Caruso?"
Dave shrugged, clueless.
"The famous Italian tenor?" Kurt tried again.
Another shrug. "Sorry."
"I don't understand." Kurt carried the cage into the living room and set it down. "If you didn't name him after Enrico, then where did you come up with the name Caruso?" He turned back to see Karofsky still standing in the doorway, an embarrassed blush deepening the tips of his ears. Kurt thought he looked adorable. "David?"
Dave looked up, breaking into a pleased grin. "Yeah!"
Kurt frowned. "Sorry, what?"
"You said David."
Kurt looked amused. "That is your name."
"Oh. Right. I thought you meant Caruso. That's who I named him after." Karofsky faltered. "David Caruso."
"Who's David Caruso?"
"From 'C.S.I.: Miami.'"
Kurt arched an eyebrow, less than thrilled to think of his new companion associated with gruesomely detailed death investigations. Caruso trilled happily and Kurt couldn't resist whistling a few notes in return. The little bird preened, showing off its bright gold feathers. He would never replace Pavarotti, but already Caruso was finding a special place in Kurt's heart.
"Thank you, David." Kurt walked back to Karofsky. "I don't have a Christmas present for you, I didn't think it would be appropriate."
Karofsky's smile faded. Baby steps, he silently reminded himself. Kurt had accepted his Christmas present—seemed genuinely happy with Caruso—and that would have to be enough for now.
"You celebrate Hanukkah, right?"
Dave blinked as Kurt's words sank in.
"Uh—yeah."
"Eight nights of giving presents?"
"There's more to it than that but, yeah, pretty much."
"Starting tonight?"
Kurt's lips curved in a gentle, teasing smile and Dave suddenly had the feeling that maybe his surprise visit hadn't been so unexpected after all. A feeling that was confirmed as he followed Kurt's gaze up to the mistletoe dangling overhead. The smaller boy stood on tiptoe, hands gently gripping David's shoulders for balance, blue eyes twinkling with anticipation. He tilted his chin expectantly.
"Happy Hanukkah, David."
Hesitantly, Dave brushed his lips over Kurt's. Kurt slipped a hand behind his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss that left them both flushed and breathless.
"So…" Kurt whispered flirtatiously. "…one night down, seven to go."