Anonymous prompted: "i've always wondered what it would have been like if, like, right after a very glee christmas, or in the episode, if blaine had taken kurt to one of his parents fancy dinner parties cuz he doesnt wanna go alone and also uwu lol platonic klaine"
Or: I saw Christmas and "lol platonic Klaine" and ran in kind of the wrong direction with it.
Title from Baby It's Cold Outside.
Kurt pressed the doorbell, wrapped present tucked under his arm as he shuffled forward on the porch, trying to avoid the snow that had begun to fall in large flakes from the sky. The long driveway was packed full of cars behind him; Volvos and Lincolns and BMWs of questionable intelligence on the snow-covered roads of Ohio that still managed to put his Navigator to shame.
There's shuffling on the other side of the heavy wooden door before it swings open to reveal Blaine, standing there in all of his perfect, ridiculously charming glory. He stand back to allow Kurt into the house with a mock bow, and Kurt takes the opportunity to look him over. He looks… Well, he looks good as always. Hair gelled back enough to just hint at the curls hidden underneath, a dark red suit and green tie combination that would look ridiculous on absolutely anyone else but looks unfairly good on Blaine… And a questioning smile on Blaine's face as he waits for him to come inside.
Kurt ducks his head as a blush settles over his features, missing the way Blaine's gaze sweeps up his figure, and steps into the house. He sets the present on the table just inside the door, shooting Blaine a smile when he reaches out to help him with his pea coat, "Thank you again for inviting me."
Blaine's response is a decidedly inelegant snort, "Let's see if you're still thanking me after an hour of running interference for me with my parents. You're the one giving up your Christmas Eve to be here."
Kurt just rolls his eyes fondly back at him, holding the wrapped package out to him, "Just take your Christmas present, you dope." He's heard this before. Multiple times, actually. Blaine had practically begged him to come to his parents' annual Christmas party, 'Please, Kurt? These parties are always so boring and last year dad shoved five different girls at me because they were his coworkers' daughters. Five girls, Kurt. If I have my best friend there, I'd say it'll even be fun!' As if he'd even had to beg. It was Blaine, and a Christmas party. Why wouldn't he want to go?
He think he sees Blaine's cheeks colouring, but no, it has to be a trick of the light in the dim entryway. The other boy is fiddling with the ribbon wrapped around the gift, honey-hazel eyes flickering between it and Kurt's face, "Thank you." he says finally, beaming at him, "I'll just - I'll just go put this under the tree and we can open them later, yeah? Yours is still up in my room."
But Kurt is shaking his head, wrapping a hand around Blaine's forearm and leading him through the entryway and toward the stairs, passing by a dining room already packed full of important-looking people, "Nuh-uh, Anderson. You're opening this now." The sound of Blaine's chuckle as he pulls his arm up to link their hands together thrills through him. He's been to Blaine's house a few times before (without his parents around, to be fair), and knows the way to his room by heart already.
Blaine shuts the door softly behind them, then retrieves the perfectly-wrapped gift sitting on his desk to hold out to Kurt. He takes the one handed to him in return, then climbs onto his bed, patting the spot across from him in invitation.
They're both kind of just sitting there squirming in place in the silence (not awkward; never awkward) until Blaine laughs and shakes his head, "We'll open them together? Okay. 1… 2… 3."
There's the sound of wrapping paper tearing and boxes being opened, and then Kurt is gasping, hand coming up to cover his mouth, "Blaine. Blaine, oh my god." Nestled into the tissue paper is a stunning lapel pin, two birds in silver and black attached by a chain. It's perfect, and has to have cost a fortune next to what he bought in exchange. But when he looks over, Blaine's staring down in delight at the reversible bow tie, purchased because one side of it reminded Kurt so much of the Dalton colours while the other was just quirky enough to be perfect for Blaine.
"Kurt, it's perfect. Thank you." He's already tugging at the bow tie he's got on, throwing it off the side of the bed and hurrying to switch it out for this new one. It doesn't go with his suit at all, but Kurt still leans forward to help him put it on, ducking his head to hide how red his face has gone. Then, he holds the lapel pin out, a silent request for Blaine to help him attach it to his own suit. It matches perfectly with the black of his jacket, and if Kurt didn't know any better, looking for all the world as if the larger raven of the pin is just waiting for the other to catch up.
He leans forward and presses a light, brief kiss to Blaine's cheek, "It's amazing, Blaine. Merry Christmas." He crawls off the bed, eager to chase away the odd mood that has settled over them, and shoots what might be a flirty grin back at him, "Now, ready to face your parents? And girls?" Blaine's laughter echoes behind him as he waits at the top of the stairs for him to catch up.