Day 3: Creed/Christmas Tree
A/N: I've set this chapter in my Spellbound verse. If you haven't read it, here are the pertinent facts: Kurt is a witch (a good witch – think Samantha in the TV show "Bewitched") who runs a bookstore called Spellbound. Blaine is a college professor. They're a couple, and Blaine knows about Kurt's magic.
"Deck the halls with boughs of holly," Kurt sang lightly along with the music playing from the speakers on the counter. He was toying with a string of twinkle lights to make sure they draped just so across a shelf. As always, decorations at Spellbound were tasteful, elegant, and charming.
Some might wonder about a witch participating in the celebration of a Christian holiday. Kurt had never really aligned himself with any particular religion, choosing instead to adopt the best parts of a number of faiths and practice his own creed of kindness, generosity, and helping others. That didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the more secular aspects of this particular season – especially the fabulous decorations and the giving of gifts.
The ringing of the silver bell above the door drew his attention away from his task. He couldn't complain about the interruption, however.
"Well, if it isn't Father Christmas himself!" he exclaimed with a laugh.
"Ho ho ho!" Blaine answered cheerfully. "I come bearing gifts! Well, trees, at least!"
Kurt rushed forward to greet Blaine properly, kissing him soundly and toying with the fuzzy ball at the end of his Santa hat. "Perfect! I've got just the place for it – wait a minute. Did you say trees? Plural? As in more than one?"
Blaine nodded excitedly. "Yep! Two, to be exact. One for you…" he paused, motioning for Kurt to hold the shop door open as he ran outside. He returned quickly, hauling a good-sized evergreen behind him and propping it near the door. It had been properly bundled for travel, but Kurt could tell it was full and lush. "And one for me," he added, running back outside. He hurried back in, this time carrying a tiny tree that was barely waist-high when he set it down.
Kurt had a flashback to Halloween and his prediction about Blaine wanting a Charlie Brown-esque tree. He had no doubt this tiny shrub was going to be a bit crooked, or perhaps short a branch or two. Blaine stood between the two trees, his face hopeful but with a trace trepidation showing in his hazel eyes. He was, no doubt, proud of himself for having saved the baby tree from the chipper, but a little concerned as to how Kurt would react.
As it so happened, Kurt was pretty proud of Blaine, too.
He closed the shop door and turned to hug Blaine tight. "I think one tree for each of us is a brilliant idea! Come on, Santa," he teased, kissing Blaine on the nose before releasing him. "We'll put Kurt Tree and Blaine Tree on either side of the piano." Blaine's smile outshone all the twinkle lights in the shop.
"Oh! I almost forgot. I did buy one more thing at the tree lot."
Kurt chuckled and he shook his head, putting his hands on his hips in an attempt to appear stern. "Blaine, I love you, but we cannot fit any more trees in here!"
"I think we can find room for this," Blaine said, pulling a sprig of mistletoe out of his coat pocket.
Kurt hummed. "Let's see," he muttered, taking Blaine's free hand and holding it so that his palm faced up. He placed the sprig in Blaine's palm and gave him a quick wink before waving his hands over it. "I think I'll put it right…here," he declared, holding the mistletoe above their heads, pausing briefly, and letting go. The mistletoe magically hovered in the air over their heads.
"Perfect," Blaine whispered, lowering his gaze from the floating mistletoe to meet Kurt's eyes.
"Perfect," Kurt repeated, placing his conveniently free hands on either side of Blaine's face and pulling him in for a kiss.
A/N: The Halloween reference is to a one-shot I wrote in this verse called "Perfectly Imperfect." If you haven't read it, or anything in the Spellbound verse, I cordially invite you to check it out!