I haven't really got a clue what this is, but I've had it sat on my laptop for ages and it's about time I published something on here again, and it's Christmas and this idea would not leave me alone until I wrote it out and published it fully. So here it is! Enjoy. (That was a bit rambly, sorry!) It'll be a short series, about 4 chapters long and full of festive cheese and cheer. :)
"You do not know how excited I am about this Blainers!" Amber Anderson squealed, clutching onto her cousin's arm so tight she was practically cutting off the circulation in it.
"I think I do," Blaine replied, attempting to free his arm from Amber's vice grip so he could check his bowtie was straight in the mirror.
"I mean, you've always spoken about the Dalton Christmas Dance, and I've always wanted to go, and now I can! I sound so childish. But I can't help it because I'm excited!"
"Amber, I don't think this can even constitute as excited. You've practically reverted into your five-year-old self again."
"I have not!" Amber protested, pouting a little at her cousin. "On a serious note, do I look okay for this dance? I've never been to anything like this before and I hadn't a clue what to wear."
Blaine watched his cousin with a smile as she twirled around in a little circle in front of him. Her deep red dipped hem dress fit her perfectly, and complemented her dark brown hair wonderfully. And the heels she wore made her just around the same height as Blaine, which he appreciated. His old Dalton friends would never let him live it down if his date was taller than him.
"You look beautiful, Amber," Blaine announced sincerely. Amber looked up at him with such a hopeful smile it was all Blaine could do to not grab hold of his cousin and wrap her into a tight bear hug. "I'm going to have to warn all my Dalton buddies off of you."
"Whatever."
Blaine was pleased the invitations for Dalton's Christmas party extended to former students, because it meant he could do the one thing he had promised Amber for the past five years, and take her as his 'date' and re-introduce her to his old Warbler friends. When he'd text Nick to let him know his plans, he had been bombarded with texts from the Warblers, all expressing their excitement at being able to see Amber again. And even Sebastian seemed excited to meet her, even after earlier in the year when she'd sent him a particularly rude e-mail detailing all the things she would do to him if she found out Sebastian had split Kurt and Blaine apart. Unfortunately Blaine had done that himself, and now found himself hounded by the Warblers new leader, Hunter Clarington, to re-join them. In fact, when Hunter found out Blaine was going to the dance, he rang Blaine up, instead of texting like everyone else had.
"So, you're coming to the Dalton Christmas Dance," Hunter mused. Blaine rolled his eyes, knowing this was probably just another phone call about recruiting him for the Warblers. "I hope you realise you need a date for this dance."
"Of course I know that!" Blaine snapped, shaking his head at Hunter's stupidity. "My cousin is joining me."
"Oh, how convenient! And where does she stand on your situation?"
"My situation?" Blaine spluttered, "Amber only wants the best for me, because she wants me to be happy. And don't bother trying to change her mind; she's the most stubborn person you'll meet."
"Well." Hunter said, and Blaine could just picture the smile on his face, "I look forward to meeting her."
"I'm sorry I'm not Kurt." Amber winced as she blurted out the sentence. They were on their way towards Dalton and she realised it probably wasn't the best thing to have said to Blaine whilst he was driving.
"What? Amber, regardless of my relationship status, you would have always been my first choice to take with me tonight. I promised to take you when Cooper was still going to Dalton, and nothing was going to change that."
"You're so sweet, Blainers." Amber replied, glancing down at her cell and hoping that her plan would work. She had been begging Kurt to come back to Lima for this event, thinking it would be the best place for the pair to reconcile. Kurt hadn't made any promises, but had at least been receptive towards the idea.
"I just hope you're ready for the time of your life!" Blaine exclaimed, causing Amber to burst into a fit of giggles.
"Oh my goodness, Blainers! This place is incredible!" Amber stage-whispered, clutching onto Blaine's arm as they walked into Dalton's hall. Blaine had to admit whoever had decorated the hall had done a fantastic job on the place, basically creating a beautiful winter's scene.
"Blaine! What's up?" Nick bounded over to him as soon as he spotted his friend, dragging his date along with him. "Amber, long time, no see!" Before Amber could protest, Nick was dragging her away to greet the rest of the Warblers, leaving Blaine standing with Nick's date.
"Oh my goodness, Amber Anderson when did you grow up!" Trent squealed, throwing his arms around Amber.
"Trent, oh how I have missed you!" Amber screamed, squeezing him back. After going through the same routine with Jeff, Flint, David, Thad and Wes (who had practically fallen over himself to kiss her on both cheeks), Nick steered her towards a tall boy with odd hair. Amber took one look at his smirk and realised she agreed with Kurt when he told her Sebastian Smythe smelt like Craiglist. Still, she reminded herself, he had supposedly turned over a new leaf, and she had promised Blaine she would be nice to him.
"Amber, this is Sebastian Smythe. Sebastian, this is Amber Anderson. Blaine's cousin," Nick introduced. Amber forced a smile onto her face and held her hand out for Sebastian to shake, which he did.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet the firecracker," Sebastian drawled, keeping a hold of Amber's hand a lot longer than necessary.
"Oh, believe me, the pleasure is all mine."
"Sebastian?" the unfamiliar male voice caused Sebastian and Amber to break off their stare-off, and Sebastian finally relinquished his hold on Amber's hand. Surreptitiously, Amber rubbed the blood flow back into it. "Who is this charmer you're talking to?"
"Hunter, this is Amber Anderson, Blaine's cousin. Amber, please meet Hunter Clarington, currently leader of the Warblers. If you hate me, I'm sure you'll just loathe Hunter."
"Oh, nonsense," Hunter laughed, shaking off Sebastian's comment. "I'm sure no-one as lovely as this could be so mean."
"Well, you'd best believe it," Amber began, before a hand wrapped around her wrist. Looking down, Amber saw it was Blaine and restrained her tongue from saying any more. Blaine dragged her away, even though Amber wanted nothing more than to slap Hunter across the face for muttering about 'English peasants'. Yes she was English, but she was most certainly not a peasant. How dare he? Sebastian was correct, she loathed the idiot.
"Amber, Kurt is here!" Blaine exclaimed. Amber whipped her head around to the right and saw Kurt standing by the doorway. Her plan was working! She shot towards the boy, ploughing through the crowd without breaking up any conversations, much to Blaine's amazement. How his cousin could do that was nobody's business.
"Kurt!" Amber wrapped her arms around Kurt's skinny framed. He laughed into her hair and eagerly returned the hug. "I can't believe you actually turned up!"
Kurt didn't bother responding, instead turning to Blaine. "Can we talk?" He asked. Blaine actually looked agonised, torn between keeping Amber company and talking to Kurt.
"Go!" Amber urged, practically shoving the pair away, "I'm sure I can con a few dances out of someone. Just come back to pick me up at the end of the night!"
She watched the pair exit the hall with a huge smile on her face. She hoped they would work something out, because she loved the pair more than anyone seemed to realise, and she desperately wanted them to be happy. Turning on her heel, she headed in the direction she was sure she had last seen Trent in.