Day 11 prompt: kindred. Telephone fic!

"Hello?"

"Initiate Extraction Plan A."

"...what? Babe, are you high on hot glue gun fumes again?"

"No, Blaine, I'm out shopping with Rachel and I need you to come get me before one of us ends up in prison. And by 'one of us,' I mean 'me.'"

"Oh no. What's she doing this time?"

"She's trying to tell me we need more tinsel."

"Didn't you tell me you wanted mo-"

"Pink tinsel. Ghastly salmon pink tinsel."

"...I think I just threw up in my mouth a little. That doesn't even go with out color scheme!"

"Thank you! I told her that, but she's all 'pink complements everything, Kurt!'"

"Why does she even care that much? One, she's Jewish, and two, she doesn't even live with us anymore."

"Rachel's always been inexplicably obsessed with Christmas, maybe because there are no classic Hanukkah songs for her to perform for everyone she ever meets."

"I sense a story here."

"Rachel's gone up to the live carolers in the center of this Macy's to give them - and I quote - 'her professional input.' We might actually get kicked out of this store before we get arrested."

"Then why aren't you taking advantage of her distraction to grab that ice blue tinsel we saw that'll match our decor and purchasing it before she can stop you?"

"Oh, I snagged it the second she walked away. The line here is just ridiculous, so I decided to call you and explain why you might be dating a criminal soon."

"Because nothing says 'tis the season' like bailing your fiance out of department store jail."

"I'll return your present, B."

"You know I'd come rescue you, babe. You're the only one who understand my need to bake and sample every single Christmas cookie recipe we can find."

"Oooh, speaking of that, can we try those sugar'n'spice cookies tonight?"

"You're reading my mind. I already found the ingredients and am preheating the oven as we speak."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby. Just remember: getting out of that Macy's unscathed will allow you to come home and eat cookies faster."

"You know me so well."

"We're holiday kindred spirits. Of course I know you."

"Oh, hey, I'm at the front of the line. I'll see you in a little while, B!"

"Happy shopping!, Oh, and tell Rachel I'll make her vegan hot cocoa if you think it'll distract her from whining at your tinsel choice."

"You're a saint."

"Saint Nick, baby. Bye!" Blaine hung up before Kurt could groan at his terrible joke, hoping with all his heart that he wouldn't actually have to go get Kurt from store jail. Once was enough for that particular experience.

It was like his own little Christmas miracle when that wish came true.