Day 9: Interrupt/Caroling
A/N: AU fic in which Kurt and Blaine are students at Dalton and are boyfriends at Christmastime.
The last day before winter break at Dalton was always a little crazy. Most classes were shortened in order to make time for the various groups and clubs to have their respective holiday parties. The Warblers were set to meet in their rehearsal room to relax, exchange gifts, and kick back with some Christmas carols sung in perfect eight-part harmony.
With all the revelry, two students hoped that their absence wouldn't be noticed, at least not for a little while.
Kurt and Blaine were tangled up in one another on Kurt's bed (still clothed, thank you very much) in the midst of a pretty heated make-out session. After all, it would be three whole days before they saw each other again, and that would be under the watchful eye of Burt Hummel when Blaine came for Christmas Eve dinner. So, they'd slipped away from the Warbler party and made a bee-line for Kurt's room to have a few stolen moments together.
Suddenly, Blaine lifted his head. "Did you hear that?" he asked, tilting his head towards the door.
"Hear what?" Kurt responded, taking advantage of Blaine's position to place several kisses on his neck.
Blaine was about to forget the sound and go back to more important matters when he realized what the sound was. It was a pitch pipe, which could only mean one thing. "Oh, no," he groaned.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight
"What the..." Kurt exclaimed, bolting upright and nearly knocking Blaine onto the floor.
"I think the Warblers have decided to take their caroling on the road into the dorms," Blaine sighed. From the sound of it, the entire group was stationed right outside Kurt's dorm room. Apparently, their absence had been noted, after all.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yuletide gay
"I was trying to do exactly that, before we were so rudely interrupted!" Kurt griped, yelling the last two words towards the door. Blaine looked at him sharply, then let out an indecorous snort of laughter. Kurt soon joined him, laughing hysterically as the ridiculousness of the situation, and of their friends, settled upon him.
Both boys rose from the bed and helped to make each other presentable. "Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," Blaine shrugged. Kurt took him by the hand and led him to the door, opening it just in time to join in on the last lines.
Through the years, we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
A/N: I'm not in love with this one, but it's the best I've got tonight. It all kind of centered on the "make the yuletide gay" joke, which I should be ashamed of myself for making…but I'm not.