It is Christmas Eve now and everything is set up perfectly. The popcorn on the tree is hung up and same with the rest of the decorations. The food we made today is now set on one of the dining tables in the cafeteria. We all went to our rooms and found the best outfit we could. Since Kurt doesn't have a room here, I had him borrow some of my clothes again. I chose to wear a nice red patterned sweater and khakis. Kurt chose to wear his white button up and he borrowed a pair of black pants. Everyone is now sitting at the dinner table. There is a white table cloth spread out on the table. Dishes fill up the center of the table, while plates, silverware, and name cards were placed along the edge of the table. Kurt had set up the table, and I'm glad he did because it wouldn't be so nice if it weren't for him. I approach the table and look around to see where my name card was. I found my name card and sat down. People are starting to sit down around me now, and I look over to the name card to my right. It says 'Kurt Hummel'. I blush a little bit.
"Alright, who wants to cut the turkey?" Kurt says bringing in the plump turkey and setting it in the center of the table.
"I will," Wes says getting up. He grabs the fork and knife set by the turkey and starts cutting it. Kurt pulls out his chair and sits down. He glances over to me.
"You look great," Kurt says politely. Even though Kurt is probably just saying that to be nice, I still blush. I wish I could say that Kurt looks great too (well more than great), without it coming out as just a meaningless response.
"You look," I say trying to find a synonym for perfect without having it come out creepy, "You look, amazing." I look at Kurt in the eye for the last part, so he might know that I actually meant it. I notice that things are quiet, so I look up to the rest of the Warblers. Just as I suspected they are all staring at Kurt and I. When I look at them, they start talking to each other.
Kurt then takes my hand in his. His hands are cold, and I hold our hands even tighter in attempt to warm him. I look down at our hands. His pale hands contrast with my tan hands. I rub my thumb against his hand. Kurt leans over and whispers in my ear.
"Meet me at the fireplace after dinner," Kurt slowly sits up after he tells me this. I smile and sit up. I glance at Kurt. He is smiling too.
"I… am… done," Wes says when he is finishing up the turkey. Everyone stands up and starts to serve themselves. Kurt and I still sit and wait until everyone is done getting their food.
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Everyone is now served and sitting down. Jeff and Nick got the food and put it on a separate table so we would have more room to eat. I look at my plate. I have turkey, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a roll. Everyone is arguing about what I should sing at Regionals.
"It's Christmas Eve, and we're spending it by arguing about what song is going to flatter Blaine's voice?" Kurt says, interrupting everyone's conversation. An awkward silence follows.
"I'm with Kurt. Christmas is a time to be happy and grateful, not a time to argue with one another," I say. I glance over to Kurt. He is looking down at his plate. Again, another awkward silence follows.
"You guys are right," Wes says, "how about we forget Regionals and talk about how we need to become professional chefs," everyone laughs at this, bringing the happy, bright mood back.
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Dinner is over and Kurt leads me over to the main room.
"So, I got you a gift card to the local bow tie store," Kurt starts out. I immediately get excited, "but, I can't give it to you right now since it is at home. I really wanted to get you a gift, so I've got a little something planned," Kurt says. He presses play on a DVD player. The instant the song plays, I recognize it. It's my absolute favorite Christmas song, Baby, It's Cold Outside. I decide to take the male part in this song, and start singing after Kurt sings.
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When the song is over, we collapse on the sofa in the room. We sit there a little bit. I wonder what I can get Kurt. I look over at the tree and think of how beautiful things were yesterday with Kurt in the attic, as creepy as that sounds. Then the idea for his Christmas present comes to me.
"Kurt, come with me," I say getting up and holding my hand out for him to take. He stands up and takes my hand.
"Where are we going?" Kurt says. We start walking out of the room.
"You'll see," I say.
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When we get to the attic I look around. The curtains are still open and the moonlight shines on everything. The dust looks much more beautiful than it did in the sunlight. But, once again, Kurt is the most beautiful thing in this room, or any room for that matter. Kurt gives me a questioning look.
"May I have this dance?" I say holding my hand out for Kurt. He smiles. He takes my hand and we glide across the room in graceful steps. We don't question anything. We don't question the lack of music, how we dance together flawlessly, and how perfect everything is. I look into Kurt's misty, blue eyes the whole time we dance. He's looking into my eyes as well. We don't ever notice how our feet are sore, or anything in the world. We only see each other. When we stop dancing, it's only because we notice how dark our faces become, making us realize how late it is becoming. Our dance comes to a stop. Kurt and I still look into each other's eyes. For a brief second I am tempted to just kiss him and seal the moment. Instead I lead Kurt over to the bench by the window. We sit down. I take his hand in mine. We look outside at the soft, powdery snow. I hesitate to say what I'm going to say next.
"Kurt, I need to tell you something," I say looking over at him, "Ever since the first day I saw you roaming the halls of Dalton, I've had a crush on you. Ever since you've joined the Warbler's I've developed stronger feelings for you. This past couples of days, Kurt, made me realize that I can't just have a crush on you. I like you more than that," I say. I look out the window because I'm afraid to look at Kurt and hear him reject me. Silence fills the air. Kurt grabs my hand. Shocked, I look over at Kurt. He stands up.
"May I have this dance?" Kurt says with a smile. I blush and stand up. Again we dance. We dance until our bodies become so close, that Kurt puts his head on my shoulder. When we are that close, we pull apart. We look into each other's eyes and we draw into a kiss.