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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Blaine walked down the hall, smiling happily, a wrapped box in his hands with a big red bow on it. His heart fluttered excitedly, a big smile on his face that lit up his eyes and revealed his dimples.
He stopped at Kurt's locker, waiting for his sweet porcelain to look up at him.
"Hi, honey," he said, still rifling through his locker. Blaine waited patiently, still smiling. Kurt smiled at his books before finally looking up at him. His eyes lit up, lips parting in surprise when he saw the present. "What's that?" He smiled, bright and excited.
"A present, silly," he said, shaking his head as if it were obvious. Kurt rolled his eyes, smirking at his wry boyfriend.
"I know it's a present, captain obvious. What's it for?" He asked. Blaine smiled.
"You."
Kurt frowned. "But, Christmas isn't for what, two weeks?" He wondered. He nodded, practically bursting with excitement and joy.
"This absolutely cannot wait," he said with urgency, offering it to him. "Open it!" Kurt smiled, grinned actually, his dimples almost as deep as Blaine's, as he took it and tore at the paper.
The first thing he found in this medium-sized box was a pamphlet for a hotel called "The Peninsula." Kurt flipped through it, mildly confused as to why he was looking at such a luxurious place located so far away. He looked up at Blaine, his confusion apparent.
"Why am I holding a hotel pamphlet for a hotel in New York City?" He said softly. Blaine smiled and nodded encouragingly.
"Keep going," he urged. He sighed, finding an envelope next.
It's what was in the envelope that made him gasp, eyes the size of saucers, practically drooling over. Fourteen tickets to seven different Broadway shows ranging from TheLionKing to TheBookofMormon stared back at him. He fanned them in his trembling hands, looking between them and Blaine, still incredibly bewildered. "What-? I don't-? Blaine, what is this all about?" He exclaimed, forcing his tongue to form words.
He was smug now. "Just keep going."
Kurt sighed and rifled through the tissue paper with newfound urgency. At last he came to one last envelope, one much thinner than the one with the tickets.
A note written on thick, parchment colored paper met him first. It said, in Blaine's flawless cursive, "Kurt, how about we get a taste of the rest of our lives this Christmas?" He took the note away to see what was left.
Two plane tickets to New York City looked back at him.
He dropped the box.
"Blaine…" He said, faint. He looked at him, swaying on the spot. Blaine's smile stayed as he held his shoulders to steady him.
"What do you say, baby?" He said quietly. "Will you come to New York with me for Christmas?"
He stared at him, mouth agape, pale face even paler, shaking. "I- How- I can't-" he was close to hyperventilating. "Is this happening?" Blaine nodded, hands slipping to his lower back.
Suddenly, without any sort of regard as to who might be watching, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and yanked him into a deep kiss, unable to really do anything else.
"There's no way you can afford this," he breathed. "There's no way your dad would-"
"My dad gave me an old credit card of his that had enough reward points on it to get the room at the Peninsula until Christmas Eve. My cousin works at Ticketmaster and gave me his free tickets that he didn't want so we could go see a show every other night. All I had to pay for was the tickets, but I saved my allowance for the last four months to do that coupled with the 'sorry we abandon you on major holidays' spending money."
Kurt still couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that this wonderfully beautiful and amazing boy in front of him was literally whisking him away to the city of his dreams at the most spectacular time of the year. He felt like he was in a movie of some sort. "When-when are we leaving?"
Blaine smiled meekly. "Tomorrow."
"WHAT?" He gasped. "Oh my God, I have to pack! I have to tell Dad. Oh god I have to PACK!"
"Hey, relax," Blaine chuckled, touching his cheek. "I already talked to your Dad and he said it was fine as long as we were back by Christmas Eve and I will help you pack, darling." He laid a very soft kiss on his cheek, trying to contain his excitement and breathe properly.
Him and Kurt, in New York City, together. They'd go ice-skating, walk through Central Park under the Christmas lights and the snow all around them, drink hot cocoa, laugh, smile, kiss under mistletoe, go visit the Rockefeller Christmas Tree and go shopping for everyone, all of that with the most amazing, beautiful, smart, stunning, quirky, sexy, sassy boy in the whole world. The thought made him dizzy to think about.
"Come on," he said gently. "Let's get out of here."
"So, how exactly did you get my dad to agree to this?" Kurt asked, piling clothes into a suitcase. Blaine shrugged.
"I don't know. I told him what I do for you for Christmas and he thought it was a really good idea," he said simply. "'If he survives you telling him you guys can go' is what he told me." They laughed. Blaine crossed to him, handing him his scarf. Kurt caught his hands, holding him there for a moment, just looking in his eyes. Blaine smiled gently, slowly turning pink.
"I love you," Kurt said for no other reason than just to say it. Blaine smiled, thumbing his fingers.
"I love you, too." He kissed his cheek. Kurt leaned against him, dropping the scarf in the bag. Blaine wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight. He rocked him for a moment, running his fingers through his hair. "This is going to be amazing," he whispered. "Spending all that time with you…just you and me for two whole weeks."
"I feel like I'm dreaming," Kurt smiled, placing gentle kisses on his neck. They both knew they had to wait to be intimate with each other until tomorrow. It would be so much better if they waited…
He cradled him gently in his arms, his beautiful, wonderful Kurt that deserved the whole world. Kurt stayed where he was, drunk on Blaine's cologne. "I'm so excited," he grinned. Blaine kissed his forehead.
"Me too."
Kurt and Blaine were bouncing off the walls the entire way to the airport, babbling away and driving Burt insane. They held hands all the way through the terminal, not caring who saw them or what glares they got in the process. This was one bubble that no amount of ignorant-small-town hatred could burst. Burt followed them, trying not to laugh as much as he wanted. He'd waited a long time to see his son this happy, and there wasn't a thank you card big enough for how grateful he was that Blaine Anderson wandered into his life.
"Bye, Dad," Kurt said, giving him one more hug before boarding the plane.
"Bye son," he said, clapping his shoulder. "Be careful, have fun, and call me every day, alright?" Kurt smiled at him, rolling his eyes at his overprotective father.
"I will, Dad, I promise."
Burt shook Blaine's hand, smiling a little. "Take care of him," he warned. Blaine nodded.
"I'll protect him with my life," he swore without missing a beat. They linked hands again, Kurt giving one more wave as they disappeared into the hall.
He shook his head, taking a deep breath.
He'll be fine, he assured. He's an adult now, he'll be okay.
Kurt sat down beside Blaine, taking everything in. Blaine smiled at him, squeezing his hand.
This was gonna be perfect.
