Intern year was probably the hardest of them all. You're just learning and adjusting to really being a doctor and to your new environment. But, the hardest part of it is the extreme workload. Every week day, every weekend, you are constantly on-call, not to mention constantly exhausted. Sleep is a very hard thing to come by during intern year, but Kurt and Blaine always seemed to manage to find just a little bit.
They were currently in the on-call room cuddled against one another, fully dressed in their scrubs, catching up on some much needed sleep. "God, when are we going to be able to do this in our own apartment? I feel like I haven't slept at home in like a week." Kurt mumbled into Blaine's side.
"Me either." Blaine said in agreement. "Not that I mind this though." he said with a laugh. Kurt smiled and snuggled himself further under the covers and into Blaine's side.
"Stop talking," Kurt said playfully. "If we actually want to get any sort of sleep, we better start now." Almost if on cue, both of their pagers and cell phones went off.
"See, you jinxed it." Blaine pouted as he and Kurt sat up. Kurt picked up his phone and looked. It was an email from Cooper.
"It's our schedule for the next few days." Kurt said scrolling down the email. "No way! I've got off on Christmas Eve!" he exclaimed.
"You do not!" Blaine said in disbelief. He grabbed his phone and clicked on the email from Cooper. He scrolled down and found that he was off too. "I'm off too!" Blaine cried happily.
"This is amazing." Kurt said walking towards Blaine and giving him a kiss on the lips. "Our first Christmas together and we can actually celebrate it like normal people. We got so lucky."
"Yeah, really lucky." Blaine said with a laugh as he looked at the message at the end of his email which said, "Merry Christmas little brother."
"Well, we better get to work." Kurt said. "We have off in just a few days." he added with a devilish smirk before leaving the on-call room with Blaine behind him.
Three days later on Christmas Eve, Kurt and Blaine woke up nestled in each others arms in their own apartment for once. It was quiet. Rachel who hadn't been lucky enough to get off already went into work. "Good morning." Kurt said sweetly kissing Blaine's lips. Blaine sleepily opened up his eyes and looked back at Kurt.
"...morning." he mumbled sleepily.
"It's Christmas Eve." Kurt said with a smile. "And we don't have to work." Blaine smiled back in return. "I think I'll make us some eggnog." Kurt said, as he tried to get out of bed. Almost instantly he felt Blaine's hands pulling on his stomach and making him fall back into bed.
"Don't leave!" Blaine whined. "It's cold out there."
"You're such a dork." Kurt laughed. "If you release me I can go and turn up the heat before you have to get out of bed." he bargained.
"Fine, the prisoner is released." Blaine replied.
"Oh, now I'm a prisoner." Kurt teased as he walked out of their bedroom and into the kitchen where the thermostat was. He turned the dial up a few degrees and happened to glance out the window. "Oh, it's trying to snow!" Kurt exclaimed loud enough for Blaine to hear. "We're going to have a white Christmas." Still excited from the snow, Kurt happily pulled out a pot and began preparing the eggnog, humming Christmas songs as he worked. Fifteen minutes later, Blaine in his long sleeve t-shirt and fleece pajama pants lumbered out of bed and into the kitchen. He came up behind Kurt and slipped his own arm's through Kurt's before nestling his chin into Kurt's shoulder. Kurt smiled and nestled his head closer to Blaine's as he stirred the eggnog in the pot.
"That smells good." Blaine said softly as he breathed in the aroma. "I've never had eggnog before."
"Really? Never?" Kurt exclaimed. "At my house, it's practically a tradition."
"Christmas was never really a big holiday at my house." Blaine confessed. "Dad was always at work and no family really came around. It was quiet."
"Well, allow my to present your first cup of eggnog." Kurt said handing him a mug. "There's usually alcohol in there, but seeing as how were still technically on-call I don't think that would be such a good idea."
"I think drunk surgeons could be kind of fun." Blaine laughed.
"For who?" Kurt exclaimed. "We'd end up killing the patient most likely and knowing you, you'd probably slice your own hand open with a scalpel."
"I resent that!" Blaine said. "I'm still pretty coordinated when I'm drunk."
"Blaine, the first night we slept together, you tripped over your own feet and got stuck in your shirt when you tried to take it off. I had to help you." Kurt pointed out.
"Point taken." Blaine said in defeat. "So, what should we do today?"
"You know, we still don't have a christmas tree." Kurt said. "I know Rachel is Jewish and has her candle thingy, but I want a Christmas tree."
"Well, then I think we need a Christmas tree." Blaine replied with a smile. The two of them got dressed and then left the apartment hand in hand as they walked down to the corner where a guy was still selling Christmas trees. Luckily, it wasn't very far.
The bad news was the only tree left was pretty pitiful. It was very small and it's branches were placed sporadically making it look very patchy. "Well, it's not the nicest tree in the world…" Kurt grimaced.
"Hey, think of it like this." Blaine said. "It's like our patient. It's our job to make it better. With a few ornaments and lights, I think this tree will look amazing." Kurt smiled. It was always like Blaine to be this optimistic. They bought the tree and then lugged it back to their apartment and set it up in Kurt's room. That way, Rachel couldn't complain about it. After getting the tree on it's stand, Kurt went to his closet and grabbed a box filled with christmas lights and ornaments. Together, they decorated the tree, taking the time to look at each and every ornament.
"Aww, Kurt is this you?" Blaine asked as he picked up a handmade ornament with a picture of Kurt from when he was just a child.
"Yeah," Kurt smiled. "That's from kindergarten."
"You were adorable." Blaine said. "You still are." Kurt blushed as he hung another ornament.
"Well, I'm going to leave you to finish this tree and I'm going to start our early dinner." Blaine said. "because I am cooking for you."
"You cook?" Kurt asked in disbelief with a laugh.
"Oh Mr. Hummel, there are so many things you don't know about me." Blaine said as he closed the door of Kurt's bedroom. Kurt laughed. He loved getting to be with Blaine and just Blaine. They just got along so well. Even though they had only been dating for a few months, it felt like years. Kurt, however, couldn't help but feel a bit homesick. He missed his Dad and his stepmom Carole back in Lima and his brother, Finn too. The family hadn't gotten to have too many Christmas' together and Kurt felt a bit left out. But, he pushed that feeling away and decided to just focus on being with Blaine. He finished decorating the tree and the flopped down on the bed and turned on the television. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
When Kurt woke up, it was to the sound of music blaring in the kitchen. Kurt yawned and pushed himself off the bed and went into the kitchen. He found Blaine stirring a pot of what looked like pasta as Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas is You." Kurt laughed as Blaine bobbed along with the music while simultaneously stirring the pot. Eventually, Blaine noticed Kurt standing by the wall and came towards him singing into a spoon, which made Kurt laugh hysterically. Blaine held out his hand and pulled Kurt into the kitchen and grabbed another spoon for him to sing into. They twirled around the kitchen as the music continued to play. When the song was over, the two of them were practically out of breath.
"I- I didn't know you could sing." Kurt panted.
"Me? How about you?" Blaine said. "You hit all of the notes that only Mariah Carey can hit! There called Mariah notes for a reason because she's the only one that can hit them, but you did!"
"I was in glee club in high school, but that's really all." Kurt confessed.
"Well, that must have been one hell of a glee club with you on there team." Blaine said as he drained the water from the pot and then poured the pasta into two bowls. Then, he walked over and placed them onto the table. "I present pasta a'la Blaine." he said.
"Whoa, so gourmet." Kurt laughed placing two glasses of water onto the table. They both sat down the table and ate their pasta happily. When, they were finished, they washed the dishes together.
"Wow, it's really snowing out there." Kurt said looking at the little white snowflakes falling from the sky.
"I hope it doesn't get too hard." Blaine said. "Then they'll be sure to call us in."
"Me too." Kurt said as he put the last dish away. "What now?" he asked.
'I was thinking we could watch a movie and…" Blaine said moving towards the fridge. "...have a little desert." he added pulling out a carton of cookie dough ice cream.
"I think that sounds perfect." Kurt said with a smirk. He went into the living room popped "Elf" in the DVD player as Blaine sat down on couch with a carton of ice cream and two spoons and spread a fleece blanket over himself. Then, Kurt went and plopped down on Blaine lap and pulled the blanket over both of them and nestled himself into Blaine's chest. The opening credits of "Elf" began to play and Blaine opened the ice cream and began to eat.
"Aren't you going to have some ice cream?" Blaine asked.
"I can't take my arms out from under the blanket. It's too cold." Kurt whined.
"Here." Blaine said as he held out a spoonful of ice cream and pushed it towards Kurt's mouth. Kurt immediately opened his mouth and ate the ice cream. They watched the movie and by the end, both of them were getting pretty tired. Kurt, just because he could, leaned over and pressed a kiss onto Blaine's lips.
'You taste like vanilla." Kurt giggled.
"Oh really?" Blaine asked. "I wonder what you taste like?"
"I think you should find out." Kurt said with a smirk as Blaine leaned in and began to kiss him passionately, only for both of their pagers to go off.
'Really?" Blaine moaned. Kurt stood up and grabbed his own and read it.
"The storm was upgraded to a blizzard. They need us at the hospital." Kurt said.
"Well, it was nice while it lasted." Blaine said.
'Yup, Merry Christmas to us." Kurt said placing one last peck on Blaine's lips before going to change into a fresh pair of scrubs and head into work.