Author's Note: Sorry for not updating for so long! My basement recently flooded and I was busy cleaning up that disaster, and then I got sick! Here's the new chapter though! I hope everyone likes it! : ) Thanks for the reviews/alerts/favorites.
Christmas Eve Sophomore Year
"Are you sure they won't be mad that we're coming home on Christmas Eve?" Dave asked as Walt drove them to his house. Dave knew for sure that if he'd done this with his parents, they would've murdered him. Walt did say his were way different though.
"I'm positive. Here it is," Walt said, pulling into the snow covered driveway. The A framed house was almost all windows and sat in a nice property by a small, frozen over lake. There weren't any Christmas lights on it but there were candles in the windows. The windows were what confused Dave. They were all different colors, mostly yellows and greens. It almost made him nauseous.
Walt parked his car and grabbed their things out of the trunk. Dave sat in the car still, staring at the house in horror. "Coming Meg? Or just going to stare at the house some more?" Walt asked. Ever since Dave refused to say he was in love with Walt, Walt decided that he's going to keep calling him Meg.
Dave manned up and got out of the car, following behind Walt as he walked up to the door, which was yellow with blue swirls painted on it. "I told you my mom's an artist," Walt said, still smiling as he unlocked the door. "Just don't be too surprised."
The door lead into a living room area, which was painted the same way the front door was painted. On the walls were pictures of famous rock groups, ranging from Pink Floyd to Green Day. Above the living room was a loft, set up like a bedroom. There was also a kitchen area, but it flowed into the living room so it looked the same, and there was a glass door at the other end of the room.
Out of the room with the glass door walked a woman, who looked almost nothing like Walt. She had bright red curly hair that was almost down to her ankles, and wore a flowy tan dress. Her eyes, which were the same blue as Walt's, crinkled when she smiled at the two college students. She gracefully walked over to Walt and gave him a gentle hug, then did the same to Dave. Dave wasn't exactly sure what to make of her.
"Hello, you must be David. I'm Willow. It's so wonderful to meet you," she said, smiling. "Q is in the shower. He'll be out in a little bit. How about something to eat? I bet you two are starving." Willow said as she drifted into the kitchen area.
"Who's Q?" Dave mouthed at Walt. Walt grinned.
"That's my dad. His name is Quinton, but my mom hates it, so she calls him Q," Walt said, rolling his eyes.
"Serenity, what do you want to eat? And you David?" Willow asked, going through all of the things in their refrigerator, half of which Dave had never heard of.
"Who's-"
"She calls me Serenity because that's what she wanted my name to be. My dad wanted it to be Roger, like Roger Waters. In the end, my grandpa named me after himself," Walt said, rolling his eyes. "And whatever you feel like making mom. We are starving college students."
As Willow started cooking strange things, Dave and Walt sat down on a strange couch, staring out at the lake. "So this is David?" a voice said from behind them. Dave turned to see Q, Walt's dad, standing behind them. He looked a lot like Walt, both in facial features and in style. He had jet black hair with dyed tips and wore a band tee and jeans.
"Uh, yea, hi," Dave said, reaching his hand out to shake Q's.
"Nice to meet you," he said, shaking Dave's hand. He was just happy he didn't high five him or something. "So will you two be sleeping in the loft?"
"That was the plan," Walt said swinging his legs over Dave's lap. Dave just wanted to bury himself alive, thinking about the big bed up in the loft and how comfortable it looked and how he'd be lying next to Walt…. Even if it was against everything he believed in, and on Christmas Eve for goodness sake! All he could think was this would be an interesting night.
"I'm home," Blaine called through the empty house while Kurt painted tons of different color samples on the living room walls. They decided on dark red for the living room, with dark blue accents, since Dalton Academy was where they met and played such a lasting role in their lives. "That one is the right color," Blaine said, pointing to one of the colors on the wall.
"I thought so, but I just wanted to check," Kurt said, writing down which color that was. "I'll have to go run to the paint store-"
"No," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt by the shoulders. "Sit." Kurt sat down on the floor, since they still didn't have any furniture other than what they had in their dorm that was actually theirs, which wasn't much. "I have a surprise."
"You already bought the paint?" Kurt asked, Blaine rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Close your eyes. I'll be right back," Blaine said, rushing out of the room. Kurt sat there with his eyes closed, tapping a beat on the floor with his hands. Even when Blaine did come back, he made Kurt sit there just a little longer while he set it up. "Ok, and open."
Kurt opened his eyes to see a small, 1 and a half foot tall Christmas tree sitting in the corner of the living room with white lights strung on it. Next to the tree sat some Christmas bulbs in red and blue and the one they painted together last year that said 'our first Christmas' on it.
"Want to decorate it?" Blaine asked, but didn't really need to. They sat there and sang Baby It's Cold Outside while hanging the bulbs on the plastic tree. Once they finished the song, and the decorating, they sat together on the floor, leaning against each other, staring at their tree. "So, I think I know what kind of dog I want."
"If you say Saint Bernard, we're getting a divorce," Kurt said playfully into Blaine's ear. He smiled and rolled his eyes.
"Damn. Nevermind," Blaine said, lying back on the floor. "Maybe I should have you pick it out."
"Why me? I don't even want a dog," Kurt mumbled, laying his head on Blaine's shoulder.
"Exactly. So you'll pick a dog that'd you'd at least be able to deal with."
"I don't know the first thing about dogs Blaine."
"Then go to the library," Blaine said with a chuckle poking Kurt's head. "For someone who carries a 4.0 you can be such a dumbass."
"Ten points to Blaine," Kurt said, marking an invisible point with his finger. "And it sounds like you're making me do it because you're just too lazy."
"Want to do it together then?" Blaine said, knowing Kurt would grin at all the implications behind that.
"I would love to do it together Blaine Hummel-Anderson. First, I have something else I'd love to do together though," Kurt said, throwing in a wink for good measure.
"You read my mind," Blaine whispered back to Kurt. "We can't do that in here though."
"Why not? It's our own house! We can do it in the freaking linens closet if we want," Kurt said, sitting up.
"Because Kurt, I don't think that's something our neighbors want to see," Blaine said, nodding towards the sliding glass door. Since the Hummel-Andersons haven't purchased curtains yet and there's snow on the ground, so they haven't built a fence yet, the people whose backyard is connected to theirs can see into their living room through the sliding glass door. Blaine and Kurt could see into their living room as well, witnessing the middle aged couple sitting on the couch with their three kids, probably watching an old Christmas movie.
"Oh," Kurt said with a laugh, standing up. "Now I remember why I call you my other half."
Christmas Day. Sophomore year.
The bedroom from the loft was made for early risers, since the sunlight always shot the people sleeping in the bed right in the eyes. Walt pulled the covers over both of their heads, burying his face back into Dave's chest.
"Not yet sun," he mumbled, which woke Dave up.
"Wha Walt?" Dave groaned, not awake yet.
"Nothing David. The sun is just being evil," Walt said, knowing now that he'd never get to fall back asleep. He sat up, pulling the covers off from over their heads. "Actually, I have a surprise for you."
Walt scurried out of bed and scrambled around the room, looking for his surprise. Anyone couldn't help but smile at the adorableness of this scene, and Dave was no exception. Once Walt found what he was looking for, he jumped back into bed.
"Since I'm pretty much a poor college student, I couldn't afford to get you something store bought or anything, so I made you this," Walt said handing Dave the perfectly wrapped present. He carefully opened it, not tearing the paper because it was wrapped so neatly and found under the paper a cd. "I borrowed the recording equipment that a music major friend of mine had… I hope you like it."
Track List:
Stay With You (Original by The Goo Goo Dolls)
Don't Wake Me (Original by Skillet)
I Will Follow You Into The Dark (Original by Death Cab For Cutie)
I'll Cover You (Reprise) (From Rent)
"I wanted to try and write an original song, but all of them sounded so freaking cheesy. I guess sometimes other people say things I feel better than I can say them," Walt said, waiting for some sort of reaction from Dave. "Uh, so. Ta-da!"
"I love it," Dave said with a smile, even though he vaguely knew most of the songs on it. That could be because he isn't quite awake yet though. "I got you something too," Dave grabbed his bag that was lying next to the bed and rummaged through it until he pulled out Walt's present. "It's kinda two different things because one of them you've been asking me about and the other is just something I thought you'd like."
Walt couldn't help but laugh when he pulled out Hercules on DVD. "We're watching this tonight, and what's this?" Walt said, pulling out a printed off packet.
"That's a journal assignment I had to keep my senior year of high school. Remember over the summer, how Kurt and I had so many inside jokes from it and you said you wanted to read it?" Dave asked, watching Walt for some sort of reaction.
"I can't take this from you," Walt said, shaking his head.
"It's not for you to keep. Just to borrow," Dave said, smiling because he could tell Walt was reacting well.
"David, thank you so much," Walt said, kissing his boyfriend. "Come on Meg, let's go watch Hercules."
Kurt gently tapped the bedroom door open with his foot while he carried in the closest thing he could get to a homemade breakfast in bed, which was two bowls of dry cereal (since they still don't have a refrigerator) and two boxes of grapejuce. Blaine was still fast asleep, hugging the pillow Kurt had slipped into his place so he could go get breakfast, and actually snoring a bit.
"Blaaaaiinnnneeee," Kurt said quietly, trying to wake him up without making him jump through the ceiling. Instead, Blaine just started petting the top of the pillow. "I really hope I'm not as fat as that pillow it."
That woke Blaine up, at least somewhat. He sat there, staring at the pillow for a few seconds, trying to figure out what exactly was going on.
"Over here Babe," Kurt said, putting the tray down at the foot of the bed and crawling back under the covers. "I made us breakfast, kind of."
"Mm, dry strawberry Special K and grape juice. A breakfast of kings," he joked, pulling the tray over to them. Kurt rolled his eyes, deciding to not get mad at him on Christmas.
"So, what do you want to do today?" Kurt asked, tossing back a handful of Special K.
"Not paint. Have you called your dad yet? He said he wanted you to call," Blaine said, handing Kurt his phone. "After you call him, we can open presents and watch the best Christmas movie ever!"
"A Christmas Story. And after that, we're going to decide on some furniture so I can order it tomorrow," Kurt said as he dialed his dad's number.
"All work and no play leaves Jack a dull boy and Jill very unsatisfied," Blaine whispered in to Kurt's ear that wasn't to his phone.
"Alright Jill, I'll keep that in mind," Kurt said with a wink. "Hey dad!"
