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Blaine was panicking. Christmas was fast approaching and he still hadn't found the perfect gift for a certain petite, brunette Warbler. Blaine mentally kicked himself because Kurt was undeniably the most important person on his list, but crippling indecision had led to procrastination and now he had only one week to find a gift for Kurt—one that would somehow make Kurt see Blaine not only as a friend, but also as a potential boyfriend. In a moment of desperation Blaine turned to Wes and David for advice.
"Well you have loads of money," Wes said, after an hour of throwing ideas around, "why don't you get him a piece from one of those designers he loves?"
"That feels too impersonal," Blaine whined, "anybody could get him that—in fact I know his dad is getting him clothing because Kurt showed me his Christmas Wishlist collage. And his dad doesn't really seem like the kind of guy that would improvise."
"Christmas Wishlist collage?" David chuckled.
Blaine narrowed his eyes resentfully, "Yeah he collages, it's cute," he hissed, daring David to disagree.
"Whoa, I didn't mean anything by it!"
David seemed sincere enough so Blaine continued, "anyway I feel like this should be hand-made…or something creative…so it means more."
"Well, do you have any ideas about what you could do?" Wes questioned.
"Um…I…don't know. I could take that picture of us from Sectionals and uh…make a frame for it?" Blaine suggested hesitantly.
David snorted derisively, "No way, I'm sorry, but that is far too reminiscent of a 9 year-old little girl at summer camp."
"Yeah it doesn't exactly scream romance." Wes interjected, "next idea?"
"That was all I had!" Blaine groaned, smashing his face onto the common room piano, the keys moaning in protest.
Clutching his ears, Wes cautioned, "Look I know you're stressed and upset, but don't take it out on the piano!"
"Yeah, Blaine, you've definitely written better songs then that," said David laughing.
Wes blinked and looked over at David, who grinned as an idea formed in both their minds.
Blaine, still in abject misery, didn't notice his friends' sudden silence.
"Blaine…" Wes began.
Blaine only dejectedly grunted in response. Exchanging a glance Wes and David moved close to their forlorn friend.
"I think we just solved the great gift mystery for you…"