A/N: I'm back! Yay! I didn't have a chance to update while away, and I got two Christmas prompts (this was the special 200 reviewers prompt – which I'm SO HAPPY for getting to, thank you, everyone!), so they got instant priority, seeing as otherwise the second Christmas one would have been posted in March or something. :) But I'll be getting back to the natural order soon enough.

Also, just letting you know, this inspired such a surge of prompts, I'm considering doing a similar comp for every 100 reviews… :)

This is from Gold Stars Are Kinda My thing: Soo, I have ideas for a christmasy [sic] like chapter! It could be where like, Kurt can't think of anything to get Blaine (since he practically has everything already, with his super-rich parents and all) and so he's texting Blaine trying to get hints, and Blaine's being annoying like how people do saying "I don't need anything but you and your love" and Kurt's all like frustrated and so then Blaine's mom takes Blaines [sic] phone and is like "If you really want to get him something, sing him a song. I'm not supposed to know this, but I've read his journal before. Apparently one of his biggest romantic fantasies is for you to serenade him." and its [sic] all awww and fluffy and kurt [sic] sings him something… Oh! Like I'm Yours by Jason Mraz. Or something like that. Yeah. :D and what Blaine gets Kurt is a promise ring? Or something. Yeah.

Cheers for giving me the whole storyline. :) I'll just translate it into texting form, shall I? ;)

Hope you had a happy _ ! (fill in what you celebrate here)

Disclaimer: I own naught.

Kurt: Christmas.

Blaine: Yes?

Kurt: Christmas.

Blaine: Oui. Christmas.

Kurt: It's Christmas soon.

Blaine: At the end of the month. Yes, I know.

Kurt: Your past Christmases have been fruitful, haven't they?

Blaine: If you mean I got lots of expensive stuff, then yes.

Kurt: So I have a lot to live up to, then.

Blaine: What? No! I don't know where most of those presents are now. I don't want any of that from you, OK? Just you.

Kurt: That's what they all say.

Blaine: They all say they only want Kurt Hummel for Christmas? :O Kurt. What have been getting up to?

Kurt: Not like that. *virtually slaps you* I mean they all say they don't care about presents, but I know for a fact Puck has bought Quinn expensive diamond earrings. Among other things.

Blaine: Wait. Go back. Virtual slap?

Kurt: Yeah! Don't you have them at Dalton?

Blaine: Can't say we do…

Kurt: It's like FB poking. Only on text.

Blaine: And more violent?

Kurt: How is it violent?

Blaine: Slap? How is that not violent?

Kurt: But it's fine, 'cause it's only words.

Blaine: But so is someone calling you a fag, and that is never fine. Never.

Kurt: Point taken. I won't virtually slap you any more, OK?

Blaine: Yeah… sorry about that. Anyway – what were you saying?

Kurt: I was talking about you privileged upbringing.

Blaine: Oh yes. By all means, carry on.

Kurt: You know what, Blaine? I'm just gonna come out and say it.

Blaine: Be my guest.

Kurt: What do you want for Christmas?

Blaine: …Wow. That was… unexpected. Look, Kurt, frankly I don't care. Christmas is great and all, but I could really do without all the commercialism of it all?

Kurt: English?

Blaine: I don't care.

Kurt: That's not the point!

Blaine: It is for me. Put it this way. Because of my family and their materialistic tendencies, every Christmas and birthday they've given me expensive stuff.

Kurt: Great.

Blaine: Wait! That's never been what I wanted. The traditional Christmas story is the birth of Christ. Mary and Joseph had nothing. Jesus was put in a manger, for God's sake. The only thing they had going for them was love.

Kurt: Yeah…

Blaine: Presents are nice, and all that, but I'd rather spend Christmas with the person I love, alright? You.

Kurt: Alright.

Kurt: I'm still getting you something.

Blaine: Didn't you pay attention to what I was just saying? I don't want anything.

Kurt: And despite all your complaints, I happen to know that on top of your dresser is a shoebox taped shut. And inside that shoebox is a meticulously wrapped Christmas present. And on the label of the present is 'To Kurt, with love. Yours forever, Blaine. x'

Blaine: How the hell do you know that?

Kurt: I have my means. O.o

Blaine: You talked to my mom.

Kurt: Yessir.

Blaine: Thought you might have.

Kurt: But then this puts us in a position of inequality. Because you will spent doubtless a lot on whatever's in that shoebox – something that's intrigued me to no end, because what the hell have you put in there – and here you are saying that I shouldn't get you anything.

Blaine: Because I really don't want anything from you!

Kurt: I refuse to listen to anything you're saying on this anymore. You're a hypocrite.

Blaine: …

Blaine: Well that was unexpected.

Blaine: Kurt? You there?

Kurt: Yeah. What's wrong?

Blaine: Nothing! This is Laurie Anderson. Blaine's mother? I know that this is probably illegal on some level and classed as invasion of privacy, but I also know that he can be exceedingly awkward about getting presents.

Kurt: Yes, he can!

Blaine: Do you want my advice?

Kurt: Yes. I really, really do.

Blaine: Don't get him anything. If you do, and after he'd made this much fuss about it, he'll start to resent it slightly – he's too polite to ever say anything about it. But still, it'll be there.

Kurt: Oh. But he's gotten me a present, and, like I said to him, it would make us unequal.

Blaine: He really doesn't care about getting something in return. But seeing as you're so determined to get him something… sing.

Kurt: Sing?

Blaine: Yeah. I shouldn't really know this, seeing as it's a real violation of privacy (I seem to be doing that an awful lot, don't I? – violating his privacy, that is.), but once Blaine had been writing in his very manly journal (diary), I did flick through a few pages. There was nothing incriminating, don't worry – but your name did crop up an awful lot ;). Anyway. He did write that one of his biggest romantic fantasies is for you to serenade him.

Kurt: You know, Mrs. Anderson, I'm going to ignore half of what you just said, but thank you.

Blaine: You're going to sing to him, then?

Kurt: Yes. I'm going to sing to him.

Kurt: Blaine. That was way too much for Christmas.

Blaine: Not when it comes to you.

Kurt: Stop it. Yes it is.

Blaine: You're so sweet. But I know Mom talked to you. 1) I can read it above – and I need to talk to her about all the snooping around she's doing – but 2) there's no way you could have come up with serenading you with 'I'm Yours' by yourself.

Kurt: Offensive.

Blaine: You know what I mean. The whole song – the dance spectacular isn't really you.

Kurt: I beg to differ.

Blaine: Not in a more intimate setting.

Kurt: I take your point. Merry Christmas. I love you forever. You don't need to put a promise ring on me to prove that – though it's really appreciated.

Blaine: :) Merry Christmas, Kurt.

A/N: Yeah. Kay. :)

Another Christmas chapter coming shortly!

Smart Yet Dumb Brunnette: Yeah, I know, but at least I was still writing! – to be fair, it was more one-shots than this story, and also my own original novel, but still! Here you go. Enjoy. Another one's coming sooner than usual, because they're on the same theme and it's Epiphany today, meaning Christmas is over. :(

GirlInTheMirror121: Of course it does go up! Ooh, thanks! You may not see it written for a while, 'cause I'm getting really bad with this story, but still.

Vikki-Toria-94: I really feel your pain. My dad gets the worst man-flu ever. He gets a tiny cold, then parks himself in front of the TV with an army of ice cream tubs, and just generally being pathetic. :/

Gold Stars Are Kinda My Thing: That's fine – I won't lie, I've done that too! ;) Hope you enjoyed this!

bookster1: Oooh, I like it! I'm actually working on that right now, cos it was the only other seasonal prompt I got, so yeah. Hopefully that'll be going up in a couple of days. Maybe Monday?

Review?

INU xx