Day 9: Fan
"Honey, I'm home," Blaine's voice rang from the front door as he entered the apartment. Kurt hurriedly slipped off his apron, wiping the last bits of frosting off of his fingers and rushing out to meet him.
"You're early," he greeted, slightly breathless as he accepted a quick welcome kiss.
"They let us go from rehearsal on time, for once, actually," Blaine corrected.
"Did the director catch the Christmas spirit?" Kurt laughed, trying to inconspicuously divert Blaine towards the living room when he tried to go to the kitchen.
"If by 'Christmas spirit' you mean one too many drinks at a party the night before, then I think you have something," Blaine answered. He tried to step around Kurt, but was blocked when Kurt stepped in front of him. After two or three side-steps, Blaine put his hands on Kurt's upper arms, gently reversed their positions, and walked toward the kitchen.
"Wait!" Kurt exclaimed.
Blaine turned back, surprised. "Kurt? What's wrong? Did something happen in the kitchen?" When Kurt spluttered, Blaine put his hands on his hips, slightly annoyed. "Did you buy that mixer you wanted? We said we'd wait for the January sales…"
"No, I didn't buy the mixer," Kurt denied, trying not to feel guilty for having almost purchased it online earlier that morning.
Blaine dropped his arms, looking at Kurt in confusion. "Ok, if that's not it, then why won't you let me go to the kitchen to get a glass of water?"
Kurt sighed, stepping forward and taking Blaine's hand to lead him into the forbidden room. "You always have been hard to surprise," he grumbled.
Entering the kitchen, the reason for Kurt's subterfuge was made known. Sitting on the counter was a gingerbread house – more accurately, a gingerbread theater.
Blaine's eyes went wide. "Kurt," he breathed, moving forward to examine the confectionary creation more closely.
"It's the theater where you'll be performing in your very first Broadway show," Kurt explained, as if the little sign with the theater's name written in frosting above the door wasn't front and center. "I used gumdrops for the lights around the marquee, and over here," he went on excitedly, "I used peppermint sticks and licorice for the velvet ropes at the stage door."
Near said door were two gingerbread men, perfectly decorated to resemble Kurt and Blaine. Kurt's cookie had something stuck to its hand with frosting. Blaine leaned in closer, asking, "Is that a Chicklet?"
Kurt laughed. "It's my Playbill. See, I'm waiting for you outside the stage door so you'll sign it. I'm your biggest fan," he answered, wrapping his arm around Blaine's waist.
Blaine embraced him tightly. "It's amazing! You're amazing, Kurt. This is the sweetest thing – no pun intended."
"I'm glad you like it," Kurt replied softly.
Blaine pulled away and asked, "Why were you trying to hide it from me?"
Kurt chuckled. "I had planned this whole big reveal when you got home – I was going to put it on the table in the other room and put lights around it and everything. I got behind when one of the cookie walls broke and I had to repair it, and then you came home earlier than I expected."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Blaine apologized, giving him another brief hug. "I didn't mean to spoil anything. Come on," he said, releasing Kurt from his hold. "Let's go set it up!"
"We don't have to," Kurt argued.
"But I want to! I want to see a Kurt Hummel Original exactly as it was intended to be displayed," Blaine said excitedly.
A short time later, the epic gingerbread theater sat in its intended spot, surrounded by lights as Kurt planned. They took a moment to appreciate it in all its glory, and then Blaine asked, "Are there any more gingerbread men?"
Kurt slowly turned his head to the side. "Is Kurt Cookie not fan enough for you? Do you need a whole crowd of fans?" he asked, his hand over his heart in mock horror.
"I don't need a crowd," Blaine countered. "You are the only fan I'll ever need." He kissed Kurt solemnly, only to be interrupted by a loud growl from his stomach. "I am, however, starving."
