I was really feeling in the holiday spirit and was listening to music and
it made me think of all our favorite superstars. I don't know the names of
Kurt's family so I'm not even going to try and make it up. I think the
song "I'll Be Home for Christmas" is owned by practically everyone by now
so just remember all the disclaimers you've ever heard and apply them to
this story as well. I'm sure as hell not making any money off of it.
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"Steph you don't understand, I really can't stay any longer." Kurt Angel near pleaded with his boss and good friend, Stephanie McMahon.
"It's a really important meeting though." Stephanie insisted. "Kurt, my mom asked me to pick the best superstar to represent the Smackdown roster and I told her it was going to be you. You can't back out on me like this."
"But you never asked me ahead of time." Kurt argued, a feeling of frustration rising in his chest. Stephanie touched her lips together lightly and looked down at the floor, her hands just halfway in the pockets of her black pants. It was the look she's managed to perfect over the years so she would always get her way and Kurt sighed as a result of it.
"Fine I'll stay for the meeting but I can only be there for half an hour." He said, looking down at his watch and then back at her.
"Thank you." She said immediately with a big smile. "But why only half an hour?"
"Because my flight's at 11 tonight." Kurt answered. "I have to be at the airport by 10, and therefore I have to leave the meeting at 9:15 because the traffic is going to be horrendous with this weather." As if to emphasis his point, a huge gust of window rattled against the window and was accompanied by a curtain of snow.
Stephanie nodded and grabbed her jacket and briefcase. "That's fine then. Come on, we can ride over together."
*
I'll be home for Christmas;
You can plan on me.
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
*
"So Mr. Levesque could you please tell me what the general attitude in the RAW locker room is?" The man at the front of the room droned on, turning his attention to the Monday night heavyweight.
Kurt tuned out his response and fixed his eyes on the clock on the wall across from him. Right now it said 8:55 and it seemed like the man wasn't even through half his questions for Paul. He cleared his throat to try and get Stephanie's attention but she was too busy trying to stay awake in the overheated room. He sat there for another ten minutes as the man started asking about the fans and looked up, trying to get Linda McMahon's attention. She looked up and he caught her eye. 'I-have-to-go' he mouthed out silently, praying to all things holy that she could read lips.
His answer was when she scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion and shook her head while shrugging her shoulders.
Kurt looked around as he impatiently tapped his foot against his chair and took a piece of paper and a pen from Stephanie who was stifling a yawn. 'Can I leave? Flight 2 catch @ 11' he hastily scrawled out and then held it up for her to read.
Linda looked up at the same clock and then back at him and nodded. 'I'll take care of things here. Have a nice X-mas! (' she wrote back and held it up with a smile.
With a sigh of relief, he jumped up, apologized to the rest of the people around the table, ignored the death glare both Stephanie and Paul were giving him, and all but flew out of the room. He grabbed his stuff from the corner, including the bag of presents, and tossed it all into the backseat of his car before jumping into the driver's seat. He turned the key in the ignition-
-and nothing happened.
"What the hell?" Kurt muttered. He turned it and again it did nothing. He slammed the wheel with his palm and tried ignoring the tears of frustration that were threatening to fall. There was no way his baby girl was going to go through her first Christmas without him there by her side.
Kurt closed his eyes and breathed in deeply a few times just like Rey Mysterio had taught him and reopened his eyes. He turned the keys again and felt like rejoicing when he heard the engine start up and stay on. He sped, as fast as the ice, snow, and wind would let him, out of the garage and onto the highway.
*
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
*
After taking twenty minutes to find a parking spot in the otherwise completely full lot, Kurt grabbed all of his luggage, including the bag of presents, out from the back and jogged towards the terminal. The air was cold against his face and hands and that caused him to stop and dig through a bag to find a scarf and some gloves. Ten wasted minutes later he did and resumed his journey up to the cluster of buildings.
Kurt reached the entrance and grinned in relief when he looked at his watch and saw it was still only 9:50. He rushed up to the counter and nodded at the lady who looked completely miserable and put his bags on the conveyor belt, keeping the bag with the presents to carry on board himself.
"Ticket please." The lady standing behind the counter requested monotonously.
"I got it some where." He replied, digging around in his coat pockets and producing it with a triumphant look on his face.
She checked it over thoroughly and handed it back to him with a bored sounding "Thank you and have a happy holiday."
"You too!" Kurt called over his shoulder, already halfway down the hallway towards the gate. He looked up at the screen announcing the arrivals and departures in passing and saw, with a sense of relief, his flight was set to be right on schedule. He walked up to the next tired looking lady behind the desk and handed him her ticket.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this Sir, but your flight has been delayed until 12:30."
"Excuse me?" Kurt said, looking down at his watch. "That's not for another two hours!"
She nodded. "Yes but due to the bad weather the flight's been postponed. We can't refund your ticket yet but there are plenty of nearby hotels you could stay at until the-"
"I don't want to stay at some hotel on Christmas Eve." Kurt replied evenly, placing both of his hands on the counter between them. "I'm on the road and in hotels over 300 days out of the year. Tomorrow is Christmas and do you know where I fully intend on being?" She gave him a look that clearly read 'I don't care' but he continued on nonetheless. "I'm going to be at my house in Pittsburgh with my wife and daughter enjoying the holiday season."
"But not until 12:30." She finished quickly, giving him a knowing look.
Kurt swallowed dryly and nodded his head, feeling defeated. He walked over and took a seat in the corner where he could keep watch of everything going on in the mostly empty building. "I just want to be home to see you two." He whispered to the picture of his wife and daughter he took out from his wallet. "Daddy's going to be there soon."
"Yo Kurt, what are you still doing here?" Dwayne Johnson asked as he walked over, his bags over both shoulders. His sunglasses slipped to the bridge of his nose and he looked over them at Kurt. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?"
"No I was planning on having Christmas in the airport." Kurt replied sarcastically. "I figure we could buy each other presents from the gift shop and in a few hours, Starbucks opens up so we can have a nice big breakfast!"
"What would that-"
"Of course I'm supposed to be somewhere else." Kurt snapped, interrupting him mid-sentence. "At home, with my family."
Dwayne backed up and decided it would be best if he kept all the wise comments to himself. He heard his flight being called over the intercom and turned back to Kurt, who looked like he was trying his best not to start crying.
"Hey man I'm sorry."
"For what?" Kurt asked suspiciously.
"For just-" Dwayne looked down at the floor and then back up at Kurt, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "For just everything, everything that's ever happened between the two of us, everything. Have a good Christmas Kurt." He said with sincerity, and then began walking towards the boarding gate.
Kurt looked after him, a shocked expression on his face. "Thanks Rocky, you too."
*
I'll be home for Christmas;
You can count on me.
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
*
"First call for flight 786 from Chicago, Illinois to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. At this time we will be boarding all first class and frequent flyer passengers."
Kurt yawned, looked around, and then jumped up when he realized it was his flight being called. He quickly gathered his bags together and went up to the desk, slapping his ticket on the counter. "I am now ready to board the airplane to get home." He announced, ignoring the people snickering behind him. He waited until his ticket was cleared and rushed onto the plane, taking his seat next to the window.
"Come on people." He muttered, watching everyone board the plane and take their time getting situated. "You can all move a little faster then this."
Half an hour later everyone was settled and Kurt was sitting anxiously, waiting for the pilot to come on over the speaker system.
"Good evening everyone, or should I say good morning?" The pilot joked lamely. "Thank you for flying United Airlines, we should reach our destination in roughly forty-five minutes. Sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight."
Kurt pulled the window shade down and leaned back in his chair, ignoring the protests from the person sitting behind him. He closed his eyes and what felt like just twenty minutes later, a stewardess began walking around, announcing that the plane would be landing shortly.
"What, we're landing soon?" Kurt asked the passenger next to him. She nodded tiredly and he sat straight up with an eager smile on his face.
He was soon off the plane and, after pushing and shoving his way towards the front of the line, waited while the luggage came around. He spotted his two navy blue suitcases and nearly dove towards them, throwing a brief 'sorry' over his shoulder towards the person he almost knocked over. He was tempted to call his wife now to tell her he would be there in a few minutes, but after looking at the time and seeing it was two in the morning, decided against it.
"I get to go home now." He sang out to himself as he walked through the parking lot towards his car. He saw it, thankfully, right where he left it and turned on the remote car started so he wouldn't freeze to death when he got in. "I get to go home now."
*
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
*
When one decides to drive through the city of Pittsburgh in the middle of the night, it's usually not that busy. When one decides to drive through the same city in the middle of the night on Christmas, it's dead.
Kurt had both the windows rolled down and the heater blasting to try to keep himself both awake and warm while he was driving and maneuvered his car easily through the streets, an immense feeling of happiness overcoming him as he got closer and closer to the small suburban neighborhood.
Kurt's house came into view and he slowed the car down, taking in the sight of the lights and decorations they'd all put up a month ago, and smiled. He pulled into the driveway and turned the lights off, sitting there for a minute before pushing the door open. The only bag he grabbed was the one with presents; the others could wait until later. He walked up to the front door and unlocked it, making sure to be as quiet as he could. He shrugged off his coat and walked towards the living room, stopping when he saw the scene in front of him.
There was a plate of cookies and a glass of milk set out for Santa, the lights on the tree were lit up and in all their Christmassy glory, and-his breath caught in his throat-his wife and their daughter were both asleep together on the recliner as if waiting for him to come home.
Kurt set his stuff down and walked over, kneeling down besides the chair. He reached up and brushed some hair from his wife's eyes and she stirred.
"I didn't think you were coming home." She confessed sleepily.
"You wouldn't believe what I've been through just to get here before you two woke up." Kurt replied.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too." He answered. "I was thinking about you both the whole time. I didn't want to disappoint you."
She smiled and shook her head. "You couldn't disappoint me if you tried Kurt."
He smiled and moved them both over to the couch and leaned back, letting her fall back asleep against him. He was home for Christmas.
*
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams...
*
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So what'd you guys think? I have three more stories lined up with Stephanie McMahon, Stacy Kiebler/ Test, and Trish Stratus/ Chris Jericho. Let me know if you have any requests for stories and just include the characters and song and I'll see what I can do! As always, read and review!!! And make sure to eat lots of food this Thanksgiving! Food is good! lol
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"Steph you don't understand, I really can't stay any longer." Kurt Angel near pleaded with his boss and good friend, Stephanie McMahon.
"It's a really important meeting though." Stephanie insisted. "Kurt, my mom asked me to pick the best superstar to represent the Smackdown roster and I told her it was going to be you. You can't back out on me like this."
"But you never asked me ahead of time." Kurt argued, a feeling of frustration rising in his chest. Stephanie touched her lips together lightly and looked down at the floor, her hands just halfway in the pockets of her black pants. It was the look she's managed to perfect over the years so she would always get her way and Kurt sighed as a result of it.
"Fine I'll stay for the meeting but I can only be there for half an hour." He said, looking down at his watch and then back at her.
"Thank you." She said immediately with a big smile. "But why only half an hour?"
"Because my flight's at 11 tonight." Kurt answered. "I have to be at the airport by 10, and therefore I have to leave the meeting at 9:15 because the traffic is going to be horrendous with this weather." As if to emphasis his point, a huge gust of window rattled against the window and was accompanied by a curtain of snow.
Stephanie nodded and grabbed her jacket and briefcase. "That's fine then. Come on, we can ride over together."
*
I'll be home for Christmas;
You can plan on me.
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
*
"So Mr. Levesque could you please tell me what the general attitude in the RAW locker room is?" The man at the front of the room droned on, turning his attention to the Monday night heavyweight.
Kurt tuned out his response and fixed his eyes on the clock on the wall across from him. Right now it said 8:55 and it seemed like the man wasn't even through half his questions for Paul. He cleared his throat to try and get Stephanie's attention but she was too busy trying to stay awake in the overheated room. He sat there for another ten minutes as the man started asking about the fans and looked up, trying to get Linda McMahon's attention. She looked up and he caught her eye. 'I-have-to-go' he mouthed out silently, praying to all things holy that she could read lips.
His answer was when she scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion and shook her head while shrugging her shoulders.
Kurt looked around as he impatiently tapped his foot against his chair and took a piece of paper and a pen from Stephanie who was stifling a yawn. 'Can I leave? Flight 2 catch @ 11' he hastily scrawled out and then held it up for her to read.
Linda looked up at the same clock and then back at him and nodded. 'I'll take care of things here. Have a nice X-mas! (' she wrote back and held it up with a smile.
With a sigh of relief, he jumped up, apologized to the rest of the people around the table, ignored the death glare both Stephanie and Paul were giving him, and all but flew out of the room. He grabbed his stuff from the corner, including the bag of presents, and tossed it all into the backseat of his car before jumping into the driver's seat. He turned the key in the ignition-
-and nothing happened.
"What the hell?" Kurt muttered. He turned it and again it did nothing. He slammed the wheel with his palm and tried ignoring the tears of frustration that were threatening to fall. There was no way his baby girl was going to go through her first Christmas without him there by her side.
Kurt closed his eyes and breathed in deeply a few times just like Rey Mysterio had taught him and reopened his eyes. He turned the keys again and felt like rejoicing when he heard the engine start up and stay on. He sped, as fast as the ice, snow, and wind would let him, out of the garage and onto the highway.
*
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
*
After taking twenty minutes to find a parking spot in the otherwise completely full lot, Kurt grabbed all of his luggage, including the bag of presents, out from the back and jogged towards the terminal. The air was cold against his face and hands and that caused him to stop and dig through a bag to find a scarf and some gloves. Ten wasted minutes later he did and resumed his journey up to the cluster of buildings.
Kurt reached the entrance and grinned in relief when he looked at his watch and saw it was still only 9:50. He rushed up to the counter and nodded at the lady who looked completely miserable and put his bags on the conveyor belt, keeping the bag with the presents to carry on board himself.
"Ticket please." The lady standing behind the counter requested monotonously.
"I got it some where." He replied, digging around in his coat pockets and producing it with a triumphant look on his face.
She checked it over thoroughly and handed it back to him with a bored sounding "Thank you and have a happy holiday."
"You too!" Kurt called over his shoulder, already halfway down the hallway towards the gate. He looked up at the screen announcing the arrivals and departures in passing and saw, with a sense of relief, his flight was set to be right on schedule. He walked up to the next tired looking lady behind the desk and handed him her ticket.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this Sir, but your flight has been delayed until 12:30."
"Excuse me?" Kurt said, looking down at his watch. "That's not for another two hours!"
She nodded. "Yes but due to the bad weather the flight's been postponed. We can't refund your ticket yet but there are plenty of nearby hotels you could stay at until the-"
"I don't want to stay at some hotel on Christmas Eve." Kurt replied evenly, placing both of his hands on the counter between them. "I'm on the road and in hotels over 300 days out of the year. Tomorrow is Christmas and do you know where I fully intend on being?" She gave him a look that clearly read 'I don't care' but he continued on nonetheless. "I'm going to be at my house in Pittsburgh with my wife and daughter enjoying the holiday season."
"But not until 12:30." She finished quickly, giving him a knowing look.
Kurt swallowed dryly and nodded his head, feeling defeated. He walked over and took a seat in the corner where he could keep watch of everything going on in the mostly empty building. "I just want to be home to see you two." He whispered to the picture of his wife and daughter he took out from his wallet. "Daddy's going to be there soon."
"Yo Kurt, what are you still doing here?" Dwayne Johnson asked as he walked over, his bags over both shoulders. His sunglasses slipped to the bridge of his nose and he looked over them at Kurt. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?"
"No I was planning on having Christmas in the airport." Kurt replied sarcastically. "I figure we could buy each other presents from the gift shop and in a few hours, Starbucks opens up so we can have a nice big breakfast!"
"What would that-"
"Of course I'm supposed to be somewhere else." Kurt snapped, interrupting him mid-sentence. "At home, with my family."
Dwayne backed up and decided it would be best if he kept all the wise comments to himself. He heard his flight being called over the intercom and turned back to Kurt, who looked like he was trying his best not to start crying.
"Hey man I'm sorry."
"For what?" Kurt asked suspiciously.
"For just-" Dwayne looked down at the floor and then back up at Kurt, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "For just everything, everything that's ever happened between the two of us, everything. Have a good Christmas Kurt." He said with sincerity, and then began walking towards the boarding gate.
Kurt looked after him, a shocked expression on his face. "Thanks Rocky, you too."
*
I'll be home for Christmas;
You can count on me.
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
*
"First call for flight 786 from Chicago, Illinois to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. At this time we will be boarding all first class and frequent flyer passengers."
Kurt yawned, looked around, and then jumped up when he realized it was his flight being called. He quickly gathered his bags together and went up to the desk, slapping his ticket on the counter. "I am now ready to board the airplane to get home." He announced, ignoring the people snickering behind him. He waited until his ticket was cleared and rushed onto the plane, taking his seat next to the window.
"Come on people." He muttered, watching everyone board the plane and take their time getting situated. "You can all move a little faster then this."
Half an hour later everyone was settled and Kurt was sitting anxiously, waiting for the pilot to come on over the speaker system.
"Good evening everyone, or should I say good morning?" The pilot joked lamely. "Thank you for flying United Airlines, we should reach our destination in roughly forty-five minutes. Sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight."
Kurt pulled the window shade down and leaned back in his chair, ignoring the protests from the person sitting behind him. He closed his eyes and what felt like just twenty minutes later, a stewardess began walking around, announcing that the plane would be landing shortly.
"What, we're landing soon?" Kurt asked the passenger next to him. She nodded tiredly and he sat straight up with an eager smile on his face.
He was soon off the plane and, after pushing and shoving his way towards the front of the line, waited while the luggage came around. He spotted his two navy blue suitcases and nearly dove towards them, throwing a brief 'sorry' over his shoulder towards the person he almost knocked over. He was tempted to call his wife now to tell her he would be there in a few minutes, but after looking at the time and seeing it was two in the morning, decided against it.
"I get to go home now." He sang out to himself as he walked through the parking lot towards his car. He saw it, thankfully, right where he left it and turned on the remote car started so he wouldn't freeze to death when he got in. "I get to go home now."
*
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
*
When one decides to drive through the city of Pittsburgh in the middle of the night, it's usually not that busy. When one decides to drive through the same city in the middle of the night on Christmas, it's dead.
Kurt had both the windows rolled down and the heater blasting to try to keep himself both awake and warm while he was driving and maneuvered his car easily through the streets, an immense feeling of happiness overcoming him as he got closer and closer to the small suburban neighborhood.
Kurt's house came into view and he slowed the car down, taking in the sight of the lights and decorations they'd all put up a month ago, and smiled. He pulled into the driveway and turned the lights off, sitting there for a minute before pushing the door open. The only bag he grabbed was the one with presents; the others could wait until later. He walked up to the front door and unlocked it, making sure to be as quiet as he could. He shrugged off his coat and walked towards the living room, stopping when he saw the scene in front of him.
There was a plate of cookies and a glass of milk set out for Santa, the lights on the tree were lit up and in all their Christmassy glory, and-his breath caught in his throat-his wife and their daughter were both asleep together on the recliner as if waiting for him to come home.
Kurt set his stuff down and walked over, kneeling down besides the chair. He reached up and brushed some hair from his wife's eyes and she stirred.
"I didn't think you were coming home." She confessed sleepily.
"You wouldn't believe what I've been through just to get here before you two woke up." Kurt replied.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too." He answered. "I was thinking about you both the whole time. I didn't want to disappoint you."
She smiled and shook her head. "You couldn't disappoint me if you tried Kurt."
He smiled and moved them both over to the couch and leaned back, letting her fall back asleep against him. He was home for Christmas.
*
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams...
*
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So what'd you guys think? I have three more stories lined up with Stephanie McMahon, Stacy Kiebler/ Test, and Trish Stratus/ Chris Jericho. Let me know if you have any requests for stories and just include the characters and song and I'll see what I can do! As always, read and review!!! And make sure to eat lots of food this Thanksgiving! Food is good! lol