Title: Under the Mistletoe
Prompt: Mistletoe (25 Days of Ficmas)
Summary: Rachel's plans for mistletoe are ruined for her, but not for her favorite gays.
Characters: Rachel, Kurt, Blaine
Pairings: Hinted Rachel/Brody, Klaine
Warnings: None
"Hellooo-you're not Brody," the smile slid off Rachel's face when she swung open the front door of the apartment. Kurt shifted his weight from one hip to the other impatiently, his cheeks were pinched red from the chilled December air and he wanted to warm up.
"No, I'm not. Now can you let us through? It feels like my toes are going to fall off," Kurt tried wiggling life back into the frozen digits. Rachel's eyes swooped from Kurt to his companion, her eyes glinting dangerously.
"Well, I would. But it would cost you a couple years bad luck," she sing-songed innocently and pointed up. Hanging from the arch above the door was a bundle of mistletoe. Kurt glanced swiftly to his left as Blaine tensed next to him. He eyed him carefully before rolling his eyes back at Rachel.
"That definitely wasn't there this morning," Kurt sighed, "please tell me you weren't trying to trick Brody into kissing you."
"What? Of course not. I'd never do that. What are you talking about?" Rachel's cheeks grew increasingly redder as she tried to come up with a valid excuse. "You know what, whatever. I don't have to explain my actions!" And in true Rachel Berry form, she dramatically stormed back to her room.
"You gotta love her," Kurt laughed gently. Beside him Blaine was still silent. Kurt fiddled with his sleeve cuff before turning towards Blaine. "Well...are we going to do this?"
Blaine's wide eyes snapped to Kurt's in shock, "Kurt-" he cut himself off and shook his head. "No."
"No?" Kurt asked, genuinely surprised. Since the phone call at Thanksgiving, he and Blaine had finally put everything out in the open. Last year when Kurt began texting Chandler, it felt like Blaine was moving on, like he didn't want him anymore. But Kurt still had plenty of friends outside of Blaine, and even though he felt lonely, he didn't feel alone. Blaine had no one. The kids at McKinley were his friends enough during school; but he was not very close with any of them, not like he was with Kurt. Then he would go home to an empty house and not even be able to reach his boyfriend for comfort. It broke Kurt's heart that he caused Blaine to feel so isolated and unloved. There was no excuse for what Blaine had done to him. It hurt like a bitch and thinking about it too long still made Kurt want to sob hysterically; but he understood now. And he had forgiven him.
He had invited Blaine to New York so they could see each other in person for the first time as newly reunited friends. They had walked through Central Park with lattees in hand before finally reaching a small and empty ice-skating rink. Blaine begged and pleaded until Kurt finally broke down and ice-skated with him. It felt good to laugh with Blaine again, and at one point they even held hands, and everything in the world shifted into its place. Kurt wasn't ready to start a relationship with Blaine, again...but he still loved him loved him loved him so much.
"No. I mean, it's not that I- of course I, um, I just-"
"Blaine," Kurt gently laid a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "It's okay, breathe." Kurt felt Blaine's shoulders slump as the air rushed out of his lungs.
"Kurt, it's too much. I don't deserve-"
"Blaine, it's mistletoe. It's like, a law, that you have to kiss someone under it," Kurt grinned. Blaine's wide, wet eyes searched Kurt's face carefully. "Seriously," Kurt added when Blaine still hesitated, "I don't mind."
Blaine squared his shoulders and choked back tears. Without further invitation, Kurt leaned forward and captured Blaine's lips in a soft kiss. Adrenaline rushed through his veins and god had he missed this-missed Blaine. He pressed harder into the kiss and Blaine whimpered quietly.
The noise seemed to snap him back to the present, and far too quickly he was pulling back. Kurt barely stopped himself from chasing after Blaine's mouth.
"Kurt...what-"
Kurt placed a finger on Blaine's lips and tangled his other hand with Blaine's. "I don't know if I'm ready for us to be official, yet. But I love you, and it's Christmas time and you're here." He gently squeezed Blaine's hand and led him into the apartment. "So, let's just enjoy this and be happy and worry about labels later." Outside, the loudness of New York City was drowned out by a flurry of white and two hearts learning to love each other again.