Ah yes, hello my darlings. It is I, Sebastian (Have I ever told you my name? idk), your glorious author for this fic returning from the grave that is known as *GASP* SCHOOOOOL. *dun dun DUUUUN* Yup! Finally on summer vacation, and I am in the mood to do some writing! So, with this chapter I'm probably just gonna jump straight into the Klaine Christmas, then maybe send Kurt home for the holidays and torture him a little more. Sounds about good! SO, here we go! A Very Glee Christmas!
All of Me – A Very Glee Christmas
God, did Kurt hate studying for semester finals. Especially with history. I mean, who teaches an entire chapter on Charlemagne? Sure, he was King of the Franks, and united most of Western Europe during the early Middle Ages, and laid the foundations for modern France and Germany, but really, he was dead. Who really cared about what happened in the Middle Ages anymore? It's not like there's gonna be much else discovered from the Dark Ages…
He was too busy wallowing in the fact that he still had about twenty five pages left to read before he could go to his dorm to get ready for bed, that he didn't notice a rather handsome Warbler tiptoe into the room with a boom box. That is, until said boom box was set down heavily on a nearby table, causing Kurt to jump. He smiled though, when he noticed that the sound came from Blaine.
"You scared me." He said as he took a breath to calm himself, though his heart was still beating at a million miles a minute. That's all it ever seemed to do nowadays while he was around Blaine.
"Well…" Blaine almost mumbled in a soft voice, stepping towards Kurt slowly. "I'm actually Marley's ghost, and I've come back from the grave to tell you that you need to stop studying so hard."
"The classes here are hard! Are you willing to take my history final if you're here to make me stop studying?"
"No! I have my own finals to study for." Blaine laughed, leaning against the table, hazels eyes staring at Kurt with an amused smile. "But, if you wouldn't mind, I need you to help me rehearse a song for a part I got in the King's Island Christmas Spectacular singing Baby It's Cold Outside."
Kurt nodded his head slowly as he showed his understanding, letting out a quiet "Ah… A personal favorite. Too bad they'd never let us sing it together." He sighed in disappointment, looking over at Blaine with a dreamy expression on his face. He backtracked immediately when he saw the look of confusion on the others face though, sitting up a bit straighter. 'Woah, slow it down Hummel.' "I mean, as two… Artists." That was probably the worst save in the history of awkward flirting, but Blaine still "Hmmm'ed", which Kurt took as a win.
"So, are you gonna help me out here?"
"Anything to get me to stop reading about Charlemagne."
"Very good then!" Reaching across the table, Blaine flipped Kurt's textbook shut (I really hope I'll remember where I left off, I didn't save the page), before standing up and walking over to the boom box he had brought in with him, pressing play, the opening lines to Baby It's Cold Outside filling the room. God, he loved this song.
He also loved the fact that he was about to sing an extremely intimate duet with Blaine.
Oh god.
"I really can't stay" – "Baby it's cold outside."
"I've got to go away." – "Baby it's cold outside."
"This evening has been." – "Been hoping that you'd drop in."
"So very nice." – "I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice."
'I'll shove my hands in a bucket of ice if it means you'll hold them.' Kurt thought as he tried his best to conceal the mad blush forming on his face. God, the flirty faces that Blaine was making while he sang were going to be the death of him. But god, was Blaine an amazing singer. He could probably sing Kurt a rock opera about that one time he punted a puppy across the Grand Canyon and he's still be captivated by every second of it.
"There's bound to be talk tomorrow." – "Think of my life long sorrow."
"At least there will be plenty implied." – "If you caught pneumonia and died."
"I really can't stay." – "Get over that hold out."
"Ah, but it's cold outside."
"Oh, baby, it's cold outside."
When the song ended, Kurt had the largest smile plastered onto his face. It had definitely always been a dream of his to sing a duet with his boyfriend or husband or whatever, and even though Blaine wasn't either of those things (Yet), it was the closest thing he would have for the time being. He really just wanted to look Blaine straight in the face and say "I love you", but that'd be a little to sudden, so he settled with "I think you're ready." instead.
"Thanks! Uhm, I have to go, but trust me, you're way better than that girl's gonna be." Blaine said as he stood from the couch, grabbing the boom box on his way out, Mr. Schuester walking in afterwards.
That's how he ended up Christmas shopping with his old choir teacher for a gift to get one Sue Sylvester. Sadly, Macy's was all out of souls, so they just got her a new track suit with fur around the hood.
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As nice as it was being surrounded by boys (and Blaine) nearly twenty four seven at Dalton, he had to admit, it was nice to be home, finally out for Christmas break. His dad had given him the biggest hug when he came through the door, and with the pressure of his dad added onto the pressure of his binder, he was fairly certain his dad was going to suffocate him. He'd missed his dad, even Carole and Finn a bit too. It would be his first Christmas with a full family again, and even a brother.
When he got back home, he fell right back into the swing of things. It was almost like he never left. He'd go out shopping with Rachel and Mercedes, Hang out with Finn when Puck and a few of the other guys were over, getting his ass kicked at video games. Yup, it was good to be home. It almost made him not want to go back to Dalton when the break was over. He had missed his family so much, and he missed his friends and the glee club. They were his support group, and he felt sort of lost at Dalton without them. But, he knew he couldn't go back to McKinley. Not while those jocks were still there. Still, a boy could dream…
On Christmas morning, not even half past seven yet, Finn bursts through Kurt's door, leaping onto the sleeping heap in the bed, jumping up and down to wake him up. "Dude, wake up! It snowed!"
Groaning in annoyance, Kurt swatted at the bouncing figure on his bed, still half asleep as he mumbled into his pillow. "Go'way… It snows allthetime in the winter. We live in Ohio…"
"I'm not leaving until you get your ass out of bed so we can go play in the snow. I've always wanted a bro that I could have snowball fights with on Christmas!... Also, mom says we've gotta shovel the snow anyway so she can go shopping for last minute dinner supplies, and so Burt can do some quick paperwork at the shop. We're gonna wait til they gets back to open presents."
Kurt felt his heart melt a little at the mentioning of snowball fights, and it was enough to get him to sit up, even if it meant sending Finn a death glare. "Fine. Get out so I can change and make myself presentable. I'll be down in like twenty minutes." He mumbled, stretching, scratching at his chest and frowning a bit. Mornings were always weird for him, since he was so used to wearing his binder during the day, it was weird to wake up and feel boobs. He could tell it probably made his brother uncomfortable also, if the way he was now sitting stiff on the bed was any indication. Ever since he decided to come out fully at school, Finn had only seen him fully dressed up, so it was probably weird to see his brother with boobs. "Finn." He said in a stern voice, getting the boy's attention again. "Out."
"Right, right. Sorry bro…" He mumbled, to which Kurt just replied "Whatever." Before getting up and changing. He put on his heaviest outfit, since he absolutely hated the cold, and wasn't too fond of snow, but he had to shovel the driveway and apparently have a snowball fight with Finn.
When he finished dressing, he put on ear muffs, a hat, gloves and a scarf, heading downstairs and into the backyard so he could grab a shovel for himself out of the shed. As he made his way out front, he saw that Finn wasn't alone, and that Puck was there too with him, the two boys lobbing massive balls of snow at each other. At first Kurt was a little confused, wondering why Puck wasn't at home with his family on Christmas, until he remembered that Puck was Jewish. His family didn't even celebrate Christmas. 'Whatever, more man power shoveling out the driveway.' He thought to himself, smiling as he watched the boys play. Well, that is, until they spotted he was finally outside and decided to gang up on him. Kurt shrieked and ran away as he was assaulted with snowballs, trying to scoop up snow as he ran and throw it back at the same time. It basically ended up with him landing face first in the snow, snowballs pelting his back until they finally reached him, helping him up and brushing him off.
"I hate you both…" Kurt mumbled, shivering as he felt the cold wet from the snow soak through his clothes.
"Nah man, you love us." Puck said back while rolling his eyes, clapping Kurt hard on the back, causing him to almost fall again. "Sorry man."
"It's fine…"
"Hey, boys!" He heard his father yell from the door, all three of them turning to look at Burt. "Hurry up with that driveway! The sooner we clean it up, the sooner I can leave. And the sooner I leave, the sooner I can get back so we can open presents."
"Okay!" The three called in unison as Burt nodded, turning to head back inside and finish getting ready for work. Finn and Puck both went to the backyard, since neither of them grabbed shovels on their way out, so it was just Kurt left to start the work. He dug the shovel into the snow to scoop up a large shovel full of snow, using all the strength he could to chuck it off the cement, starting a pile off the driveway. He got a good amount done, and Puck and Finn still hadn't come back yet. 'Dammit, stop dicking around in the backyard…' He mumbled to himself, sighing. He had been too busy working that he didn't hear a notice the figures walking up behind him until it was too late, and he was being pelted with about twenty snowballs at once.
"Shit!" He yelped in surprise, cowering in on himself and trying to block the snowballs with his shovel, already covered in enough snow. "Guys, this is really undoing the progress I just made on the driveway!" He groaned in frustration, peeking over the shovel to see the people who were throwing the solid balls of frozen water at him. Though it wasn't Puck and Finn like he thought… No, who it was, it made his blood run cold.
It was those jocks, smirking, each with a handful of snowballs nestled in their arms. Oh, shit… Even Karofsky was there. Shit shit shit…
"What, did your own families not even want to spend Christmas with you guys?" He snapped, which probably wasn't the smartest move on his part, because boy did they look pissed after that comment.
"What was that, lady boy? We were all going over to Azimio's for a Christmas lunch and just so happened to spot you out here all by your lonesome."
"At least I'm not a disappointment to my family."
"We ain't no tranny like you."
"Stop it…" Kurt whined, cowering behind the shovel in his hands, his last line of defense aside from just running back into his house. Though with the way they were surrounding him, that didn't seem like much of an option.
"So, Hummel." Azimio said, a sickening smirk on his face. "You gotta be honest with us, cause I don't like liars. You a girl or a guy?"
"I-I'm a guy…" Kurt mumbled, pressed up against the garage door, his body trembling from the cold and out of fear.
"So, you're gonna whip your dick out and prove it, or not?" Karofsky decided to speak up, the group of jocks laughing.
Kurt glared at Karofsky, standing up straight and glaring directly into the other boy's eyes. He has no idea where this sudden courage came from, but he was getting sick and tired of these guys, and so, taking a deep breath, he rose a brow, tilting his head. "Why do you want to see my dick so badly, David?"
The look on David's face after he said that made him immediately regret trying to be courageous. "You know, I usually don't hit girls. But, since you're so insistent that you aren't one…" His face looked blank, but Kurt could see the seething rage in his eyes as he grabbed for one of the snowballs in his hand, the rest of the group following suit, and Kurt braced for the impact.
For some reason, he expected getting pelted with snowballs would feel like being slushied. It did not. When the first snowball collided with his face, it was almost solid ice, and Kurt yelped loudly in pain, a few others hitting him in various places on his head and body before his reflexes kicked in and he tried to use his hands to cover himself.
'This is it. This is how I die. Being pelted to death with snowballs.'
"Hey!" A loud voice yelled, and god has Kurt never been happier to hear that voice. "You all better step away from my son before I call the cops!"
"Shit, run!" He heard one of the jocks say as they all dropped the snowballs they were holding, running off down the driveway, and back the way they came. Once they were gone, Kurt was left where he was crouched on the ground, cold and covered in snow, feeling a few bruises and a bloody nose. He was so in shock that he didn't notice his dad coming down to him until he was being lifted into his arms, choking back sobs until he couldn't anymore, laying his head on his dad's shoulder and crying softly as he was carried back inside.
Okay, so maybe going back to Dalton couldn't come fast enough.
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After the whole snowball incident, Kurt was alone inside the house with an icepack to his face and a tissue to his nose, trying to ease the pain of the black eyes and the bloody nose he was now sporting, while Finn and Puck were stuck with the rest of the shoveling duties. Apparently the two had gotten distracted trying to see who could eat the most snow while they went to go get their shovels.
So now, Kurt was snuggled up on the couch with dry clothes and a blanket, a cup of tea Carole made for him, and he was watching Mulan Rogue on the television. It would be a wonderful way to spend his Christmas morning if it wasn't for the intense pain he felt in his face.
He was subconsciously aware of the knock he heard at the door, but his dad yelled that he'd get it, so he stayed on the couch, absorbed into the movie until he heard his dad call to him, "Kurt, are you up for visitors?"
"Sure, why not?" Kurt called back, shrugging to himself. Most of his friends would probably understand what happened if he explained his whole face issue to them anyway.
"Okay, come in."
"Thank you, sir."
Oh, shit. Blaine, he couldn't explain it to. At least not fully. Sitting up straight, he fussed at his drooping hair before he realized it was no use, and that if he wanted to get Blaine as his boyfriend one day, he'd probably see all sides of him eventually anyway. So he just sighed in defeat, leaning back on the couch, glancing up when he heard his classmate come in.
"Hey, Kurt! Mer- Oh god, Kurt are you okay?!" Kurt could hear the panic in Blaine's voice immediately, and he smiled reassuringly at the other, nodding.
"Yes Blaine, I'm fine. I just… Had a little snowball incident."
"Was that all it really was?"
Sighing, Kurt shook his head, a sad smile on his face. "No… But it's Christmas, I'd rather forget about it. What are you doing here anyway?"
Blaine seemed a bit hesitant to dismiss of the topic so easily, but he let out a sigh anyway and put on a smile, flopping down on the couch beside Kurt, pulling a small box out of his pocket, wrapped in a neat little ribbon, handing it to Kurt. "I wanted to bring you a gift!"
"Oh, Blaine! That's so nice… I have a gift for you too, it's upstairs though, I can go and get it." He said and set the box down, making to get up, but Blaine stopped him.
"No, don't strain yourself. You can give it to me when we get back to school." Blaine said as he put a hand on Kurt's shoulder, pushing him back down so he was sitting, putting the box back into his hand. "Just open yours."
"Blaine, my legs work fine…" Kurt mumbled, but sighed and sat back down anyway, taking the box and untying the bow, removing the lid so he could look at what was inside. "Oh!" He gasped, smiling widely at what was inside. Inside was a brooch pin in the shape of a golden warbler, with bright blue gem eyes, holding flowers in its beak. "Blaine, this is really beautiful… I hope this didn't cost too much!"
"Kurt, cost wasn't an issue. Just enjoy your gift! Here, let me." Reaching for the brooch, Blaine lifted it up and grabbed the collar of Kurt's shirt, pinning it on. "It doesn't exactly match the outfit you have on now, but I figure with your vast wardrobe you have something it would go with." He chuckled, Kurt laughing along with him as he pressed the icepack back up to his eye.
This action didn't go unnoticed by Blaine, and his smile fell a bit as he glanced from Kurt, to the TV, then back to Kurt. "You know what? I'm gonna stay here and watch the rest of Moulin Rouge with you. I absolutely love this movie." He said as he wrapped his arm around Kurt and pulled him closer, so his head was lying on his chest, stroking his hand over his hair. "I dunno what happened to you, but I'm gonna be here for you."
Kurt blushed a bit as he allowed himself to get comfortable in the hold that Blaine had on him, smiling a bit. For once, he wasn't worried about Blaine somehow noticing that he wasn't completely flat chested, or that he was lacking a lot of muscle definition or a noticeable bulge. He was just happy that Blaine was here for him, and that this Christmas was actually starting to look up a little.
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Okay… So, how do you guys like the second half of that? I hope you guys think it's at least a bit okay. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I added that little bit in because if I were to stick with one episode per chapter, I'd have to add more Christmas stuff, mostly because there is very little with Kurt and Blaine in A Very Glee Christmas. I hope you enjoy this little update though! Hopefully our little Kurtsie will be in one piece again by the next chapter. Or at least mostly put back together.