"I, uh…" Blaine started, but despite the fact that he was beginning to lose feeling in his extremities and wasn't sure how much longer he could remain upright, he stood there staring at the owner of the house and that voice…
There was no denying it: the man that opened the door was attractive beyond Blaine's comprehension. He stood there, hands on his hips, waiting for an explanation of Blaine's presence on his doorstep, but Blaine's verbal skills refused to cooperate. He attempted to speak, but his mouth failed. He managed to form only the words, "God, your eyes," while almost drooling.
Nice first impression Blaine. Way to fucking go.
"While I appreciate what I'm guessing was a compliment, we're letting far too much cold air into my already drafty home. Could you please get to the point of your unexpected visit?"
"I'm so sorry!" Blaine quickly snapped out of whatever speech malfunction he was experiencing and did a one-eighty right into babbling territory. "It's just, I left Michigan too late and I ran into the storm and then I couldn't see and my car slid into a ditch and I couldn't run the heater 'cause it's buried and I remembered seeing your mailbox because who really covers a mailbox in Burberry plaid these days and I thought it was pretty awesome and so I walked up here and almost got lost in the storm and can I please come in and get warm and charge my phone? I promise I'm not an axe murderer – I am far too grossed out by blood and guts to even consider the possibility and my brother just calls me a big puppy dog and would never hurt even a flea, though I suppose if I were a dog, I'd probably scratch at fleas and harm them that way and – "
"Oh good grief, get your butt in here. I already figured you weren't an axe murderer 'cause not a single one of them in any horror movie I've ever seen wears an admittedly fabulous Santa print bowtie, so I'll take my chances."
Blaine blushed a bit and hid his face. He had forgotten he was wearing it – it was a little embarrassing for outsiders to see it, but he hadn't intended for anyone but family to see his clothing choices.
"It's okay. I like it. Now get in here before my house becomes no warmer than outside!"
"Oh!" Blaine exclaimed, and he stepped forward to go inside. His feet, however, were getting numb, and he misjudged his step, stumbling over the threshold and practically falling through the door, almost on top of the gorgeous man.
"Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern.
"I'm just a little cold," Blaine assured him. "I'll be fine in a couple of minutes."
An awkward silence settled upon them as they stood there staring at each other. The man snapped out of it first, saying, "Well, it's getting kind of late. I was actually going to turn in in a few minutes. Maybe you'd like to take a hot shower to help you warm up and then get some sleep yourself?"
Blaine groaned involuntarily. "That sounds incredible right now. Thank you so much. I can't even begin to tell you how much I appreciate this."
The man grinned, sensing he better cut him off before the stranger got tied up in another one of his verbal diarrhea attacks. "I have an idea. Bathroom's at the top of the stairs to your left, second door. First door is the linen closet – grab whatever towels you need out of there before you head in. And give the water a few minutes to warm up before you hop in or you're going to end up screaming like a girl when the water hits you. Believe me, my brother never remembers to let the water run and that's the sound he makes."
Blaine chuckled. "Duly noted."
"And I'll leave something for you to sleep in outside the door while you shower. That bag you have with you doesn't look full enough to contain clothes."
"You're right. Thank you again, so much."
"You're welcome."
Blaine began to bound up the steps, but the man's voice behind him stopped him in his tracks.
"Hey, um, you!"
Blaine spun around. "Yes?"
"Unless you'd like to continue answering to 'hey you,' I should probably know your name."
"Oh! Yeah, that'd be handy, wouldn't it? My name's Blaine."
The man looked up at him from the bottom of the steps and smiled. "Kurt."
Blaine paused for a moment, returned the grin, and continued upstairs.
Kurt was frozen in his place, staring at the top of the staircase where Blaine had disappeared. Despite how cool he had played their entire interaction before, his heart was pounding, and the butterflies in his stomach had reached dangerously high levels.
There were many things Kurt was unsure of, but of one thing he was certain: the man Kurt found on his doorstep this Christmas Eve would have significance in his life… somehow.
