ive been gone for so long it's unreal but here's my proof of life december edition.
i want to try klainemas and write a shot everyday (if possible) all centered around christmas. ive gotten a lot of inspiration the past few weeks leading up to this, so let's have some fun.
warning; there is a four year age gap, it's not bad but if it bothers you, kindly skip over it.
i do not own glee or any of the cast.
in which kurt hummel fawns over an engaged hottie.
three days before christmas
"Are you sure you'll be fine with me leaving early? I don't want to leave you here all by yourself. Especially since we're busy today," Quinn Fabray asked with a skeptical frown.
Kurt waved his hand. "I'll be fine, Quinn. Beth being sick is way more important than working at a decor shop. I can handle it. Mike is coming in an hour before closing time, so it'll be okay."
"You know I love you, right? I promise I'll make this up to you," Quinn said, kissing Kurt on the cheek while pulling the last button on her jacket through the hole.
"Drive safe!" Kurt called, skimming through the latest Vogue edition.
Quinn walked out as the band set up outside started playing again.
Kurt worked at Hudson's Decor which was owned by his stepbrother Finn and Finn's fiancé, Rachel, who made everything in the store. It wasn't a job he necessarily wanted, but as a broke, twenty-year-old college student, there weren't many more options.
The job payed well and even though Finn and Rachel would never admit it, Kurt knew they also paid him a little extra on payday just so he could make it through the week.
Hudson's Decor was a small shop located inside Southway Mall down in Manhattan. Every weekend during December, vendors would sit up all around the mall and sell while bands would play Christmas music on their instruments. Sometimes it would be instruments such as trumpets, saxophones, and flutes, and on other days there were guitars, pianos, and drums.
Kurt was studying at NYADA with Rachel and only worked at the shop when he was low on money, wanted to go shopping soon, or needed a flight back home.
The shop had seasonal ornaments depending upon what holiday it was, Christian quotes for walls, picture frames, wreaths, candles, jewelry, and even wedding decorations, which was what sold the most, according to Rachel.
Kurt was ringing someone up when he heard something hit the ground. There was the sound of someone cursing and then Kurt looked up to see a boy in the floor, picking up an ornament he had dropped.
Kurt would be lying if he didn't say that the klutz was attractive.
He couldn't see many face features, but noticed his black curls that were breaking free from a protective helmet of gel. The guy was wearing tight, black jeans, boots, and black trench coat with the tip of a bowtie showing.
The man had his hands full of stuff, which Kurt couldn't see, and he also noticed the multiple shopping bags on his arms that were all from different stores.
Kurt opted to tell him that there were carts in the corner of the store for people to use, but decided not too, afraid that his voice would fail on him and he'd look like a complete loser in front of a cute guy.
Chances were unlikely of it ever happening though. This guy was probably straight, had a girlfriend, maybe a kid, and homophobic. It wouldn't matter in the end.
Kurt turned his attention back to his magazine and couldn't help but to steal a few glances at the attractive boy only a few feet away.
After ringing up two more people, the shop was almost empty. Kurt thought about grabbing a water out of the mini fridge behind him until all kinds of different things were laid out in front of him.
Oh shoot.
The guy was even more attractive up close.
Kurt chose not to stumble over his words as he looked into the guy's black rimmed glasses and hazel eyes. There were basically no words to describe this guy for Kurt.
"Will this be all?" Kurt asked, his voice slightly higher than usual, which he mentally cringed at considering how girly his voice already sounded.
"Yeah, I think so," the guy said, scratching the back of his head.
Kurt didn't make eye contact and scanned the ornaments until he came across one of Rachel's wedding toppers. Of course he was engaged. Well, maybe it wasn't for him.
"Oh. Big day coming up soon?" He asked casually, fighting the urge to throw the topper against the wall and watch it break into a million pieces. He couldn't even look at it.
The guy nodded. "Santana has been driving me crazy to pick up the topper. It's a surprise we haven't killed each other while planning the wedding."
"Oh. Well then. Your total is fifty-four dollars and twenty-seven cents."
Their hands brushed together and Kurt felt himself blush, not making eye contact and putting the money into the register before handing him back the change, careful not to grab the other guy's hand.
"Thanks, Kurt," he smiled, eyes fixated on the name tag. "See you around!"
"It's about time," Santana remarked as Blaine walked in the door, dropping his bags to the floor.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Santana."
Santana stood up from her perched spot on the couch and snatched the Hudson's Decor bag off the ground. "Did you get it?"
"I did," Blaine said, "I almost broke three ornaments while I was at it."
Santana smiled softly when she looked at the wedding topper. Instead of a man and woman, two girls were on the topper. One that stood for Santana and one that stood for Brittany.
"Britt'll love it," Santana said as she put the topper down on the table. "Berry always makes the best."
Blaine walked into the kitchen with Santana following. "Berry? I thought she was married to Finn."
"They're engaged. Technically, she's not a Hudson yet so I still have the privilege of calling her big-nosed-Berry."
"Why do you even hate her so much?"
Santana narrowed her eyes. "No one rinds my rears like Rachel Berry. God, she was so self-conceited in high school. You would've just had to have known her."
"Sounds like a petty part of your life that I don't want to get into," Blaine said, "you know, I've been staying up here with you every Christmas break the past two. Why have you never told me about that mall until just now?"
Pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear, Santana's lips met with the plastic of the water bottle. "Because I knew you'd never get out of it."
"Also, why'd you never mention a cute boy works at Hudson's?" Blaine asked shyly.
Santana smirked. "Mike is straight, dingo."
"No, his name's Kurt. The one who has the really soft skin, acne-free face, perfectly styled chestnut hair, blue eyes that can make you melt, and incredibly long legs with an amazing fashion style," Blaine sighed, picturing the boy from Hudson's in his head.
"Lady Lips?" Santana asked shockingly. "You're gushing over Queen Hummel? Oh man, if only high school him could see this now. Why didn't I think of this before?"
"What?"
"Setting you up with my baby Kurtie! He's been single his whole life. Blaine, he's gay too! This is going to work out greatly. Oh my gosh, you have to go back in the store. Did he seem interested?" Santana ratted off a hundred questions at a time.
Blaine was surprised Santana was actually curious. She never really took anything seriously and usually could care less on what happened, especially when it came to Blaine and his nonexistent love life.
"No, he really didn't seem interested," Blaine sighed, "he couldn't look at me in the eye and was rather quick about getting me out of there."
Santana furrowed her brow. "That's odd. Lady Lips usually jumps at the opportunity fo- wait a second!"
"What are you doing?"
"He was jealous, Blainers! He thought you were buying that topper for you and your soon-to-be wife!" Santana acted as though she had just cured cancer.
Blaine just looked at his cousin with a look. "Santana, no. It had two women on top of the topper. Why would he think that?"
"You've obviously never met Hummel. He's dumb like that. We have to go back tomorrow."
"But, I literally said your name. If you two knew each other in high school, wouldn't he know you're a lesbian?"
"I was in the closet my entire four years of high school, Blaine. No one knew I was a lesbian. Hummel and I only saw each other in Glee after school. We never communicated apart from that. We have to go back in and act like a couple. See what reaction we get out of him."
"Why are you so determined to get back in there and get a reaction?" Blaine asked Santana.
"Because you and Kurt are the perfect match."
two days before christmas
The slipping of Kurt's hand from his head made him jerk back up, opening his eyes once again.
The day was dragging on. It the was the night before Christmas Eve and only six people had come in today, two who were only looking around. Needless to say, there was no action going on today.
"Kurt? I didn't know you worked here!" The voice of a girl brought him back to life.
Kurt looked up to see Santana coming towards him, her hand intertwined with- no. It couldn't be.
Santana had managed to snatch up really-cute-guy who had come in the shop yesterday. That's the Santana he was talking about. His fiancée was Santana Lopez.
"Oh, Santana. It's nice to see you again," Kurt said with a polite smile.
"I've been fantastic," Santana said, "I'm engaged!"
"I see that," Kurt smiled, ignoring the sinking feeling in his heart.
Santana smiled again, which was unlike her from what Kurt could faintly remember.
Kurt's high school years were a big blur. They sucked and Kurt wished he could've had better memories back when he was in school. But, he was the gay kid with only three friends and that happened to be Rachel, Mercedes, and Quinn when she wasn't in Cheerio uniform.
Santana was co-captain of the Cheerios and made up a third of the Unholy Trinity which consisted of Brittany and Quinn. They were the means and popular girls you see out of a movie.
"Blaine and I here are preparing for the wedding. I'm so excited. Did you get the invitation? I'm almost positive I mailed you one," Santana asked sweetly.
Kurt frowned a bit. "I don't recall getting one."
"Oh, I remember. I accidentally mailed it back to your dad's house in Lima. I'm so sorry, do you think you could make it anyways?"
"What day?"
"I know this is a long shot, but tomorrow."
Kurt felt all breath leave his lungs. Cute guys, that Santana called Blaine, was currently staring at him and it made Kurt even more nervous. "Yeah, I suppose I could make it. I'm not flying home this year."
"Great, that's fantastic. I'll be sure to put you on the guest list. Blaine here is trying to plan it and it's just been a disaster," Santana scoffed with a roll of her eyes.
"Hey! It is not a disaster. This is going to be the best wedding you've ever seen," Blaine grinned, which was the possibly the cutest thing Kurt had ever seen.
Kurt watched as the two bickered back and forth like a couple that was already married. He breathed back a sad sigh. They were basically made for each other.
"Well, I'll leave you guys here to talk for a moment while I look around for that picture frame I wanted," Santana said, not giving either of them a minute to react before she was already walking around.
Blaine cleared his throats and turned to the table. "So, uh, sorry. She just has a tendency to do things like this."
Kurt let out a nervous laugh. "Yep."
That's all he could manage. A measly yep? Grilled Cheesus, Kurt, get with it, he thought to himself.
Kurt watched as Blaine pulled his bottom lip into his teeth, sucking ever so slightly. His tongue grazed over it before he let go. Kurt hadn't realized that he had been practically drooling and wishing Blaine would kiss him with that talented mouth.
"So, how'd you and Santana meet?" Kurt finally mustered up enough courage to ask.
Blaine laughed. "She's family."
Trying not to frown, Kurt smiled at Blaine. Him and Santana were close enough that they had considered each other family before they got together and that broke Kurt's heart in two.
"Where do you go to school at?" Blaine asked him.
"NYADA. It stands for-"
"New York Academy of Dramatic Arts, yes I know. I've looked into it before," Blaine finished.
Kurt was impressed. "Where do you go to college at?"
"I'm still in high school. I just turned sixteen a month ago. Sophomore."
He was only a sophomore? How in the world was he getting permission to get married. Santana was twenty-one, a year older than Kurt. Was this even legal?
"How are you guys even-"
"Alright, I'm all finished. I don't need that picture frame after all. So, we'll be seeing you tomorrow, Kurt?" Santana said as she came back, looping her arm through Blaine's.
"I'll try to make it."
Santana smiled. "Great! Can I have your number so I can text you details?"
Kurt handed over his phone, slightly not trusting Santana with it, but still did it. She typed in a few things and handed him his phone back. "We'll see you around, Hummel."
As they walked out and were finally out of Kurt's sight, Santana smacked her baby cousin upside the head. "Hey! What was that for?"
"Why'd you tell him you were only a sophomore! He's twenty, Blaine. It's not even legal because of the age gap!"
"Well, what did you want me to do? Lie and say I'm his age? Because I'm not, Santana, and I can so tell he's not interested. Can you just leave it?" Blaine finally huffed out, turning around and walking towards the food court.
Santana frowned as she watched the cousin she had always been close to walk away with his head down.
The poor boy had never been in a relationship and had only come to terms with his sexuality at the age fourteen. He hadn't always known he was gay like Kurt so he never really had experience with it.
Blaine wasn't close with his parents at all and they were often horrible to him. Calling him names and slurs, telling him to be more manly, and even as far as telling him no one would miss him if he were gone.
That's why as soon as Santana moved to New York, she offered to start letting him spend holidays with her and his parents gladly gave him the money for a plane ticket just so he'd get out of their faces for two weeks. It broke Santana's heart to know that he had no one to talk to. Whether it be over a boy, life problems, or even something as simple as which shirt he should wear, he had absolutely no one.
Blaine had one friend named Sam who was a senior and in Glee with him. There was no one else that would even talk to him because they conned him the weird gay kid. After Sam graduated next year, Santana didn't know what she would do about his situation. She knew that the only thing keeping Blaine going right now was her and Sam.
He needed someone. Heck, the boy deserves the world and Santana knew Kurt could give him that because Kurt himself was once that helpless boy she wanted to store away from the cruel world. She would have to make this work between them somehow.
With the wedding tomorrow and Brittany still with her friends due to the tradition of not seeing each other before the wedding, Santana would have a lot of time tonight to scan and plan out what would happen tomorrow.
She was determined and when Santana Lopez gets determined, nothing gets in her way.
one day before christmas
The lake Santana was holding her wedding at was absolutely beautiful.
It was an outdoor wedding with an inside reception, which Kurt thought was a little crazy considering snow flurries were coming down, but graciously accepted the hot hands packets and gloves that were being handed out.
The theme was velvet purple and white. Kurt had chosen one of his own designs, which was black tuxedo pants, a matching black vest, and a deep purple dress shirt. Kurt was severely regretting his decision to not be simple and just wear a plain back tuxedo so he could have a jacket.
Blaine had planned this wedding very well, obviously, because it was absolutely gorgeous.
Trying to find his way around, Kurt asked a guy with blonde hair where he could find Santana.
"Umm, I think she's in the back with Blaine," the guy responded. Before Kurt could ask anymore questions, a tall, European girl was grabbing at the blonde guy's hand. "Sam, let go to food."
"Yes. Let go food!" The guy, Sam, said, following the girl who obviously couldn't speak English very well.
Kurt was confused. First of all, why would Santana be with Blaine? Wasn't it tradition that you weren't supposed to see your fiancée until the end of the aisle just for good luck?
He shook his head and walked around some more. There was a door at the beginning of the aisle that led into a building of some sorts.
Kurt walked inside and automatically saw that this building was where the reception would be. There were white, circular tables set up with velvet flowers in the middle. The lights were dimmed and the food was still getting set up.
There were doors where people were scuffling in and out of them. Kurt took that as a sign that was where the dressing rooms were, presumably where Blaine and Santana were.
When he reached the door, he slightly knocked on it and asked if he could come in. He heard Santana confirm that he could and so he did, shutting the door behind him.
"San, you're going to do fine. You're going to be an amazing wife and when you have kids, you're going to be an even more amazing mother. Stop worrying," Kurt heard Blaine say as he shut the door.
So, they were already thinking about kids. This hurt.
"Hey, Kurt," Blaine and Santana said at the same time. Blaine looked him up and down a few times before smiling. "You look fantastic, Kurt."
"Oh, thank you. You look gorgeous yourself- I mean- well, you look nice. I didn't mean it in that-"
"It's fine, Kurt. You look gorgeous too," Blaine joked.
Kurt forced a smile at Blaine thinking he was just joking. But, Kurt didn't know that Blaine thought Kurt looked beyond gorgeous, and Blaine didn't know Kurt thought the same.
Blaine was wearing an outfit similar to Kurt's. It was black dress pants, a purple vest and bowtie, with a white dress shirt.
"You look lovely, Santana," Kurt commented.
Santana scoffed. "Oh please, I look fabulous and far better than lovely."
Some things never change.
Kurt resisted the urge to roll his eyes as Santana continued on. "You're the best best man I could possibly ask for."
Blaine smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. Kurt felt like he was interrupting a moment until-
"Best man?"
Santana pulled away. She looked at Kurt with an expectant look. "Yeah? He's my baby cousin. And, my best man. And, my best friend, but that's beside the point."
"Wait, so let me get this straight; you two aren't marrying each other? You're just cousins?" Kurt asked, shocked.
Blaine and Santana slowly looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Like we'd ever get married blood related or not."
"But-but you bought a topper that day and even talked about planning the wedding!"
"That's because I did plan the wedding. My cousin's wedding. Also, that topper had two women on it. San's a lesbian. She's marrying a girl named Brittany," Blaine explained slowly.
"You guys acted so cozy and comfortable the other day. Plus, you guys were holding hands."
"We do that so no guy will come into Santana and no girl will come onto me. It's a way to keep us both away from unwanted relationships."
Kurt felt like smacking himself in the face. He should've paid more attention to the topper that day instead of focusing on how upset he was on the boy getting married who's turning out to not really be getting married.
Santana started to walk away and when Blaine followed, she turned around, whispered something in his ear which made Blaine blush, and left the room quickly.
It was just Blaine and Kurt left in the room. Blaine started to talk.
"I didn't know I had given you the impression I was the one getting married. I just got nervous because you're really attractive and I just didn't ask you out or anything because one, I thought you were straight, and two, I don't that confidence. I know there's quite an age gap between us, but do you maybe wanna go get some coffee before I leave New York?" Blaine stuttered out into one big sentence.
Kurt didn't have to think twice.
"Yes. Happy Klainemas to me."
