#67 Get Kissed Under the Mistletoe

"Well now that I've told you, it's ruined," Kurt complained.

There were snuggled together on the couch after a long evening of baking holiday cookies. The sugary scent still hung in the air and Kurt was sure there were sprinkles somewhere in Blaine's hair that wouldn't come out for days.

Well, he couldn't help it if he got a little overenthusiastic when they maybe sort of bumped into each other completely-not-on-purpose in the small kitchen space.

But they'd made it through, despite all the distractions and Blaine's blatant lack of cooking skills. Luckily all the cookies turned out unscathed and Blaine turned out to be the perfect froster, so things evened out after that.

Now there was mindless television blaring in front of them. It was an old Christmas movie that Kurt had forgotten the name of. But everything in black and white and people kept bursting into song – so basically it was perfect.

He didn't really care because he was exhausted and leaning on Blaine's shoulders, admiring their feet that were propped up on the same ottoman. One of his legs was draped over Blaine's and Blaine kept doing this thing where he rubbed his toes against Kurt's legs – it was nice.

Blaine rested his head on Kurt's, his arm wrapped around his boyfriend's shoulder and rubbing his arm soothingly.

"That's not true," he countered. "I can still make it happen."

"Make it happen," Kurt scoffed. "I don't want you to make it happen. I want it to be…spontaneous and fun." He bit back a grin.

Blaine dropped his face into his free hand, covering up a laugh. "Do you have to bring that up every chance you get?" he teased.

Kurt nodded smugly, sinking lower in the couch so he could rest his head on Blaine's chest. "Yes, I do. You brought it upon yourself."

Blaine just shook his head as if Kurt was the single most ridiculous person he knew.

Kurt put his hand on Blaine's chest, running it along the fuzzy fabric of an endearingly awful Christmas sweater.

"I just want to be…surprised," he murmured. "I want to be wooed, led into it and not be expecting it." He shrugged. "I want it to be romantic, like in all those Christmas movies."

"I always thought mistletoe would be awkward," Blaine mused. His voice reverberated through his chest, sending pleasant tingles straight to Kurt's cheek and fingertips. "It's like…What if you don't want to kiss the person who's standing there with you? What then? Do you just 'keep the tradition' and go in for one anyways? Couldn't that be sexual harassment?"

"Mmm, you're over thinking it, babe," Kurt muttered. "Wait," he straightened up a bit, "Are you saying you don't want to kiss me?"

Blaine leaned down and pressed one soft kiss to Kurt's surprised lips. "What do you think?" he asked.

Kurt bit his lip before sitting up a bit more to give Blaine another kiss. His lips tasted like sugar and frosting from the cookies; sweet and familiar. They broke apart and Kurt stuck out his tongue at Blaine childishly before settling back down next to him.

They watched the movie for a few minutes. Well, they tried to what with the way their bodies were touching and where their hands were resting. Kurt nuzzled his nose against Blaine's sweater.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked in an amused tone.

Kurt kept rubbing his nose into Blaine's chest. "I'm warming my nose. It's the one part of my body that can never get warm."

"Here, I have a better idea for that," Blaine said, putting his hand under Kurt's chin and gently tipping it upwards.

Kurt smiled as Blaine's nose touched his, rubbing it in soft, tiny Eskimo kisses.

"Much more efficient," Kurt admitted before tugging Blaine down by his sweater.

Blaine's hand covered his as they kissed.

"But the movie…" Kurt murmured against Blaine's lips. "I actually wanted to watch this one."

"It's a DVD," Blaine said with a sly grin. "It can be rewatched."

"Well, when you put it that way," Kurt conceded with a grin of his own.

It was safe to say they missed the rest of the movie.

It took Kurt weeks to forget about the mistletoe thing. Honestly, weeks. Only the stress of finals was enough to make him stop looking around every corner and inspecting every door frame. It was starting to draw attention in public.

"Kurt, I'm not going to trick you into standing under the mistletoe," Blaine insisted for the hundredth time. "You're acting like you're a little baby bear and I'm a big scary hunter luring you into a trap."

"I am not," Kurt insisted as he peeked down the hallway, doing a full scan of the area before proceeding to his bedroom. "I just know you're going to catch me off guard and…"

"That's the point of mistletoe," Blaine told him. "You said so yourself."

"I don't trust you."

"Kurt," Blaine sighed tiredly.

"Fine, fine. I'll give up the hunt if you promise not to surprise me too much."

"I'm not promising you anything," Blaine told him, a grin of mischief plain on his face.

Kurt just shook his head and told himself to forget the whole thing.

"You've shown great improvement in your cooking," Kurt complimented as he scraped up the last of the meat on his place.

Blaine gave him an incredulous look. "Kurt, that was take out."

"Like I said, a definite improvement," he teased.

"At least I don't have to wash all the pans and pots it would've taken to make this," Blaine said gratefully.

"Always a plus," Kurt said.

"So when's your curfew?" Blaine asked, coming around the side of the table to sit next to Kurt.

Kurt looked at his watch. "Too soon," he groaned. "You know, after you compensate for commute time."

"Mmm, and I don't need you speeding home and impaling yourself onto a light post," Blaine agreed.

"Overprotective as always," Kurt quipped. "I can drive, you know. I got my license well before you did, Blaine. Have some respect for your elders."

"Respect?" Blaine repeated coyly. "How's this for respect?" he whispered into Kurt's ear before kissing his neck.

Softly, slowly, sensually. Kurt unconsciously tilted his head to the side as Blaine moved further and further down, his mouth growing increasingly hot against his throat. He let his hand move up Blaine's neck until his fingertips were spread under Blaine's hair, stroking his scalp in encouragement.

Blaine chuckled to himself before moving up to capture Kurt's lips in a long, deep kiss; the kind that made his insides turn to mush as Blaine held him close. The kind where their breaths came in long exhales as their mouths worked their magic against one another. The kind of kiss that needed no preamble as the minutes stretched out, seeming to last longer and longer as they lost themselves in each other.

Kurt pulled back slightly, running his fingers along Blaine's lips, just feeling them. They were warm and wet from where Kurt's had been seconds ago and they were a little bit red where Kurt might've accidently used some teeth. He couldn't help it, he became instinctual when Blaine's mouth was around.

He had to admit, seeing Blaine's freshly kissed mouth only made it seem that much more kissable. And who was he to resist?

"It's too early," Blaine whined against Kurt's lips. "You don't have to go yet."

"I do," Kurt pouted, pushing an aroused Blaine away from him so he could think clearly. "Look, it just started snowing outside." He pointed to Blaine's window where there were, indeed, fluffy snowflakes drifting down onto the ground.

Blaine repositioned himself on the bed so that his arm was draped over Kurt, keeping him there. "So?" he asked.

"So," Kurt said with emphasis, "I have to get going before it gets any heavier out there."

"It's too soon," Blaine murmured adamantly. "Just five more minutes," he pleaded, running his thumb across Kurt's exposed collar bone.

Kurt shuddered but managed to shake his head. "I know what you can get up to in five minutes, mister."

"Two more minutes," he bargained.

Kurt couldn't resist the feeling of Blaine's fingertips underneath his shirt, rubbing circles into his stomach.

"One more," he relented, bringing Blaine's face closer to his.

"So will I get to see you tomorrow?" Blaine asked, leaning against the door as Kurt buttoned up his jacket.

"If you'd like," Kurt replied with a smile. "What did you have in mind?"

"It's a surprise," Blaine told him. "But I can tell you this: it'll be the second bucket list item we check off this week."

"What?" Kurt asked, feeling confused. "We haven't crossed anything off yet."

"Haven't we?" Blaine asked smugly, looking upwards.

Kurt looked up and he laughed. He couldn't help it, he was really caught off guard. Here he was, standing in the snow on Blaine's porch, all bundled up in his coat and scarf and there was a little sprig of mistletoe hanging above them.

"Now how did that get there?" he asked Blaine, not bothering to hide his surprise.

"It's a long story involving myself, bruises, and a step ladder," he said, winding an arm around Kurt's waist. "Still want to hear it?"

"You can tell me tomorrow," Kurt said, resting a hand on Blaine's arm. "We have some impending business to take care of." He nodded his head towards the mistletoe.

Blaine cupped his cheek and kissed him softly. Kurt was mindful that it was snowing around them, but he couldn't be bothered by it because he felt so warm tucked in Blaine's arms. He put his hands under Blaine's jacket – that he'd thrown on just to see Kurt to the car – warming them using his body heat as their lips continued moving.

Kurt felt Blaine's hands in his hair, clutching him close as his own palms were splayed against Blaine's chest. Mmmm, it was everything a kiss under the mistletoe should be. It was warm and eager; unforced – completely wanted by both parties. It lasted a while, but it still seemed to be over too soon

Kurt sighed as he pulled back, a smile gracing his lips.

"Just like in the movies," he said.

"Ah, I tried," Blaine said modestly.

Kurt didn't want to leave just yet. "One more kiss?" he asked softly. "The mistletoe is asking for it."

"Who am I to defy tradition?" Blaine murmured before kissing Kurt again.

Blaine tugged lightly on Kurt's scarf to bring him closer before wrapping both arms around him, resting his hands on Kurt's back. Kurt shifted his weight forward whenever Blaine looked like he was about to pull back so that the kiss lasted longer than was called for. He had his hands in the pockets of Blaine's coat, making sure he stayed there.

He got the feeling that he'd never be satisfied where Blaine's lips where concerned – he always wanted more. Saying goodbye always made him feel inexplicably sad, no matter how short or long their time apart would be.

"I know that kiss," Blaine said. "You're trying to delay going home."

"I'm just…honoring tradition," Kurt explained, weakly pointing upwards. "That's all."

"I miss you already," Blaine said. "Look, we'll see each other tomorrow."

"I know," Kurt said. "I just hate goodbyes."

"I know." Blaine rubbed his arms soothingly. Their breaths were coming out in icy puffs visible to the eye and Kurt's face was getting red from the cold, but neither of them made any move to leave.

"One more kiss for luck," Kurt said with a shy smile. "Then I'll go home, I swear."

They met halfway with an impossibly soft kiss. It was slow and thorough with a ring of finality that neither could mistake. Maybe that's why they lingered a little longer than usual. Maybe that's why neither of them grabbed the other or tried to keep them close, because they were just enjoying the last kiss of the night and all it could be.

"Goodnight," Kurt said.

Blaine squeezed Kurt's hands in his own. "Goodnight."

#56 Make a holiday Build-A-Bear

"I love Christmas time!" Kurt exclaimed as they walked hand-in-hand through the mall.

The entire place was decked out for the holidays. Garland hung from the railings on the second level and huge wreaths hung from the ceiling throughout the entire place. There were huge Christmas trees around every corner and there were holiday shoppers bustling about, arms full of bags from every major store around.

"Everything's so much prettier than usual," he said happily. "And so much glitter, too."

They turned into the brightly colored store they were looking for.

"I've never so much as stepped one foot in a Build-a-Bear," Kurt told Blaine as they looked over the stuffed animals.

"It's almost as magical as Disneyland," Blaine told him. "So do you still sleep with stuffed animals or do you have a fur fetish I don't know about…?"

Kurt smacked Blaine's arm. "I'll have you know that I have plans for this stuffed animal."

"Any hints?" Blaine asked.

Kurt shook his head. "You'll see. All in good time. Right now I just need you to help me make it."

"Let's get started," Blaine said, elated by Kurt's excitement.

They spent a good half hour just trying to decide what kind of animal to make it. The choices were endless: a teddy bear, a penguin, a reindeer, a puppy, a kitty, a tiger. The list went on and on.

"I love penguins," Kurt said, fingering the fluffy skin of one. "But I kind of want to make it an actual bear, you know?"

"I'd make it a puppy," Blaine commented. "But that's just me."

Kurt's eyes landed on something white and soft. He let out a small squeal. "Can we make it a polar bear, Blaine?" he pleaded. "Can we, can we?" It was like he was five years old again, but he didn't care.

Blaine laughed. "Whatever you want," he said.

"Polar bear," Kurt said decisively.

He went down the line. The next station was to choose a sound to insert.

"Do I want a sound?" he wondered. "What if I accidently squeeze him in the middle of the night and he just starts talking to me?"

"I don't think that's how it works," Blaine told him.

"You do it," Kurt told him. "You record the sound."

"Me?" Blaine asked, sounding surprised. "You want my voice in the bear?"

"It'd be perfect."

"Well…I-I…I don't know what to say," Blaine spluttered. "What can I possibly say that you'd want to hear over and over again?"

"Tell me that you love me," Kurt said with a small smile as he held the plastic box up to Blaine's mouth.

"I love you," Blaine said simply.

Kurt beamed as if Christmas came early and pulled Blaine in for a quick kiss.

"I love you, too," he replied.

They moved on to the next station: stuffing.

"It's a complex mathematical process," Kurt said dramatically. "Super fluffy or sort of squishy? That is the question."

"I say go for super duper fluffy," Blaine told him.

"I just want him to be extremely huggable," Kurt told the employee sitting by the machine as he handed over the things he'd collected so far.

"You have to pick out a heart for him," Blaine told Kurt.

He began digging through the pile of soft, plush hearts. There were many of all different colors: pink, red, purple, white, blue, and so on and so forth. After a few minutes of digging, Kurt pulled out a small plaid one. It was a special holiday heart, the lines of which were green, red, and white.

"Found the one," Kurt said, handing it over.

Blaine halted Kurt's arm. "Wait, you have to make a wish first."

"Oh, that's easy," Kurt said. He held the tiny heart tightly, shut his eyes, and stayed silent for a moment. "All done," he said, placing it into the employee's hand.

"Is it true that whatever you wish for has to come true?" he teased the employee.

"It's one hundred percent true," she replied with a small laugh.

"What did you wish for?" Blaine asked, elbowing Kurt in the ribs.

Kurt shook his head stubbornly. "No, no way, Blaine Anderson. I'm not telling you because everyone knows that if you tell someone else your wish, it won't come true."

"He's something, isn't he?" Blaine asked the employee.

Half an hour later and they were elbow-deep in potential outfits. And anybody who knew Kurt would know that this was the most crucial part of the entire process. He'd already picked up and tossed aside a countless combination of clothing pieces.

"You know, you don't have to dress him," Blaine suggested.

Kurt gasped and put his hand to his chest in genuine horror. "How could you even say such a thing?"

"You're right, you're right. Browse on," Blaine hastily apologized.

Kurt scrutinized his boyfriend for a moment, studying him carefully. "You know what?" he asked, holding up his hands as if they were a frame and standing back. "I think I have my inspiration."

He turned back around and began rummaging through the clothes until he emerged triumphantly clutching his prize.

"Found one," he said.

"What is it?" Blaine asked.

He smiled when Kurt turned around to reveal what was in his hands:

A bowtie.

A/N: D'aaaaaaw, I'm such a holiday sap, okay? Don't strangle me.

Wondering what Kurt's got planned for that bear? Well there might be another chapter going up in a few, who knows (;

In the meantime, a review is always much appreciated :D