Here it is, the Christmas chapter! I know some of you want angst...so this chapter starts in on some angst for our characters. Don't worry, the fluff won't last forever. The boys have a wedding to plan - and if you think that is going to go smoothly, you're wrong. Enjoy! :)
Chapter 23
"Okay, Blaine, I know we're both adults and stuff…but I think we should go to bed before midnight. Just so Santa can come." Kurt had on his Christmas pajamas and was standing to bring Abu into the bedroom.
"Santa? Kurt. Seriously?" Blaine was lounging on the couch, a plate of Christmas cookies resting on his stomach. "Neither of us still believe in Santa."
Kurt put his hands over Abu's ears, "Blaine. Stop. This is Abu's first Christmas, it needs to be special!"
"What happened to you being afraid of being replaced by Abu? Now I feel like I am." Blaine stood and started walking the cookies back to the kitchen. "I didn't even get to finish my cookies."
"Good, because those are the only cookies left and we need to leave some out." Kurt followed Blaine to the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and pouted, "But we don't have any milk."
"Good, that means I can put the cookies away and have them tomorrow for breakfast." Blaine started putting the cookies back in the Tupperware container.
"No! No! No!" Kurt took the container and started putting them back on the plate, "Is Gracie's still open? Can you run down and grab just a small container of milk?"
"Gracie's is open, and um..it's nine at night and cold."Blaine really did love Christmas, but this was a little over the top. Kurt couldn't be serious.
"Please? For Abu?" Kurt knelt and ruffled Abu's fur, both of them sending Blaine puppy dog eyes.
"No." Blaine folded his arms, he would not lose out to the puppy dog eyes again.
Kurt stood, "Fine. I'll go." He started putting on his coat and gloves.
Blaine really didn't want to fight with Kurt, especially not on Christmas Eve. Blaine put a hand on Kurt's shoulder, stopping him. "I'll go. I know you want to fix up the Christmas tree since Abu pulled it over earlier."
Kurt smiled slowly, "You'll go buy milk? Whole milk only."
Blaine wrinkled his nose, "Fine. Whole milk only. Even though we're only going to end up pouring it down the drain."
"Christmas comes but once a year," Kurt chided, handing Blaine his beanie, "Hurry home?"
"Of course," Blaine took off down the steps. He was a little disappointed, because even though he didn't like the cold, he wished it would snow for Christmas. Usually in Ohio it does. It hurt a little that Blaine wasn't with his family for Christmas, but he understood that they wanted to spend it in the warmth.
Plus, he had Kurt and Abu, and that was his own little family now. And they were joining Santana and Hayden for dinner tomorrow night.
The corner store was one of the few left in this part of the city, but it was desolate tonight, so Blaine grabbed the small container of milk and went to the cashier.
An older woman was standing behind the counter, "For Santa?" she asked with a smile.
"You know it. The man is committing highway robbery nightly. I secretly wonder if he stores the cookies in his suit and stocks up for the year." Blaine realized he was rambling, so he stopped talking.
The woman just laughed, "You're the fifth father here tonight to get milk." She pressed her lips into a line, "Though they were all much older than you."
Blaine opened his mouth to correct her, and then stopped. It was so much better for her to assume that he was a teenage father than to find out the person making him set out cookies and milk was his nineteen-year-old boyfriend and his dog. So he just smiled, "Thank you, and have a Happy Holiday!"
"You and your family as well."
Blaine stepped out onto the city streets again, looking up at the sky. It was clear, or as clear as New York could be, and pouted. He wanted just a little snow, he really did.
He wanted Christmas to be perfect for Kurt. He knew being away from Burt, Finn, and Carole was just as difficult for him as it was for Blaine.
He walked into the living room and saw Kurt adjusting the few gifts they already had under their tree – from his parents, grandparents, and the Hudmels. Kurt walked up to him and glanced up, they were standing directly under the 150 pieces of mistletoe in the apartment.
"Are you ever going to get sick of kissing me whenever we walk through this apartment together?" Blaine kissed Kurt softly, wrapping his arms around him so he couldn't walk away.
Kurt snuggled close so Blaine's face was in his neck, "No. I'm going to miss it when we have to take it all down."
"Baby, there's even some in the shower," Blaine started kissing Kurt's neck, "How about we put these cookies out and go make use of that mistletoe?"
Kurt blushed but shook his head, "We can't on Christmas Eve! We need to get to sleep so we can wake up early to get our gifts!"
Blaine sighed, but wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulder and directed them towards the kitchen. Kurt arranged the cookies on the plate while Blaine poured the milk. "Do you want to write a note to Santa too?" Blaine teased, setting everything on the coffee table.
"Don't mock me."
Blaine rolled over in bed and looked at the clock – 1:30.
"Kurt?" he whispered, turning to look at his fiancé, and was happy to see he was fast asleep. Whenever he exhaled, a tiny piece of hair would stick straight up in the air.
Blaine creeped out from under the covers and stepped over Abu. Once he got out of the room, he ran towards the guest room. Once inside, he went to the closet and found the presents he hid there.
Now to wrap them.
Blaine pulled out his supplies – green wrapping paper for Abu, and red for Kurt, plaid ribbon for Kurt and snowflake for Abu, scissors, tape, a pencil, and stickers.
He quickly set to work wrapping the few presents he had to Kurt – they had agreed that because they were saving money to redo the apartment and get a better car, they weren't going to get each other much. He quickly wrapped them in the thin, textured paper, making sure all of his edges were sharp and aligned. He took the plaid ribbon and wrapped it around the packages, tying a neat bow in the direct center of each present.
Then Blaine took the much larger pile that he had for Abu, and started wrapping. He didn't take quite as much time because he knew Abu would either just rip everything open quickly and not care, or he wouldn't open anything at all.
Oh well, that was more for Kurt to open.
Blaine carried the pile through the apartment, dropping something every now and then, and when he bent over to pick something up, he dropped another present. Finally he got everything to the living room and arranged the presents under the tree, separating Kurt and Abu's piles to their sides of the tree. Their families had gotten them couples presents, so they just sat in the middle.
When Blaine finished he padded into the kitchen and saw the plate of cookies. He quickly ate a few, then bit into the last one, leaving it sit on the plate. Then, he turned to the milk.
Blaine hated whole milk, but he drank it anyway for Kurt. Well, half of it…then he pour another quarter down the drain.
He settled back into bed and curled behind Kurt, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist, it took him only seconds to fall asleep.
Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his hand around 4:30. He tried to move, but realized Blaine had a firm grasp around his waist. He struggled to move Blaine's hand, which was fisted around Kurt's shirt, and he gently placed Blaine's arm around a pillow. Blaine whined a little from the lack of Kurt in his sleep, but soon fell back into a fitful slumber.
Kurt tiptoed over to the closet and rifled through it for a few minutes, finding all of the presents he had hidden inside. There were a few for Blaine, even though they agreed not to give each other too many, and a lot of Abu.
Kurt carried them out to the living room, and gasped when he saw the tree. Apparently at some point in the night, Blaine had played Santa as well. Kurt put all of Abu's presents into the section Blaine had created, realizing that Abu had about as many gifts as a spoiled toddler. Kurt stuffed some things in Abu's stocking as well.
Then Kurt glanced at the other pile – there were a lot of gifts labeled "Kurt" wrapped in really nice paper.
Kurt wondered why Blaine went through the hassle of having them professionally wrapped at the stores. Kurt shook a few of the gifts, but he really couldn't understand what was in them.
He was excited though – he knew Blaine got a signing bonus on his contract.
Kurt smiled when he saw their tree – sure, other homes had more gifts or more expensive gifts, but Kurt wasn't going to let any of that get him down.
He had been saving his tips for the past few months for Christmas and Blaine's birthday, and he was glad Blaine had readily agreed to let Kurt combine both so he could get Blaine a big gift.
It was five by the time Kurt finished organizing the presents, turned on the tree lights, brewed peppermint coffee, and turned on the Christmas music softly. Kurt laughed when he saw the plate of half eaten cookies, Blaine loved Christmas deep down, he knew it.
He crept back into the bedroom and slipped back into bed beside Blaine, "I wish you a Merry Christmas, I wish you a Merry Christmas," Kurt sang lightly in his ear.
Blaine opened his eyes slowly, a huge grin appearing on his face, "It's Christmas," he sat up, hair going every direction and just smiled at Kurt, "PRESENTS!" Blaine was out the door, Abu trailing behind him.
"Blaine, we should probably let Abu open his presents first." Kurt leaned against the wall, laughing at the look on Blaine's face when he saw his stack of gifts. "And I thought you didn't like Christmas?"
Blaine started shaking one of his boxes, "I don't. I hate it, can't you tell?"
Kurt moved and sat next to Blaine, picking up one of Abu's presents, "Abu, here, open this, it's from Blaine."
Abu was too busy eating the popcorn off the popcorn chain. "Maybe we should just open his presents?"
"Good idea. You can open his from me, and I'll open the ones from you?" Blaine looked through the stack, "Why did we buy him so much?"
"Because he's our child," Kurt laughed, pulling out a set of tennis balls from Blaine.
Blaine opened the set of doggy slippers Kurt bought.
Overall, Abu made out better than anyone – he got gourmet dog treats, several toys, a new rhinestone collar that Blaine refused to let him wear, organic doggie bags, a new bed, some almond shampoo, chew toys, a personalize bowl, a tent for trips to the park, and a new Lightening McQueen blanket.
He ignored his presents and played with the popcorn string.
Blaine turned around and stared at Kurt, "Your turn."
"No, you were excited, I insist." Kurt really wanted to see Blaine open one gift in particular.
Blaine crossed his arms, "No. You." Blaine also had a gift he wanted to see Kurt open.
"Fine. I'll open first, only because I will hurry." Kurt held out his arms for his first present. Blaine passed him a small box. "Should I shake it first and guess?"
"NO!" Blaine held out his hand, "I mean, please…don't shake it."
Kurt opened the paper delicately and gasped when he saw the Alexander McQueen logo, "Blaine?" He looked up, his eyes holding questions, "How can we afford this?"
"Hush. It's Christmas. I've been saving." Blaine put his hands over Kurt's and opened the case, revealing a pair of aviator sunglasses.
Kurt felt tears prick in his eyes, "Blaine! They're gorgeous." He immediately slipped them on his face, "I'm never, ever taking them off. Seriously."
"Please take them off in the shower. And if you're ever on the subway." Blaine grinned, obviously proud of himself for picking out a good gift, "Okay, next." He handed Kurt a huge package, "This is an inspirational gift, and it's kind of for both of us I guess."
Kurt was confused, so he ripped the paper off quickly, and once again was taken aback by what he saw – a beautiful black and cream bedding set, "Blaine! Does this mean we can get rid of the Lightning McQueen sheets?"
"It does. I bought that in hopes it would inspire you when you picked the color scheme for our bedroom. I bought these too," he handed Kurt more wrapped presents.
"Ah! Sheets! Good, adult, high thread coutn sheets! This is amazing!" Kurt was already planning colors in his head.
Kurt opened more gifts – including some really nice scarves, a new wallet, and a few belts. Blaine was extremely proud of himself, and Kurt was flabberghasted at how well Blaine had done. "Did you get help?"
Blaine shook his head quickly, "No! This was all me. I did it right after I got the first bonus."
Kurt shook his head, "Okay, your turn!" He handed Blaine a large box.
"What is this? A small coffin?" Blaine unwrapped the paper quickly, ending up with strips in his hair and all over the floor, "A guitar case! Kurt, thank you!" It was simple – black and lined in a bright green, but it was new. Abu had recently taken to chewing on Blaine's old one. "I'll have to store this one high up."
"Please do. Next!" Kurt handed over another semi-large package.
Blaine did the exact same thing – he attacked the paper like he was mad at it. "Oh my god, Kurt. How did you know I needed all of this stuff?" Blaine held up the new messenger bag, "It's gorgeous!"
Kurt swelled with pride again, "I knew your other one was hanging on by strings, and I figured with your new job and all…"
"I love it! I love you!" Blaine felt the outside of the messenger bag, "It's so soft!"
"And washable. For the inevitable times you spill coffee on it. Okay, you have more…" Kurt held up the last package, the gift he had been waiting to give.
Blaine made grabby hands and took the present, "What is it?"
"Why don't you open it and find out?" Kurt laughed.
Blaine tore the paper off and screamed, dropping the present.
"Hey! Don't drop that, it was expensive!" Kurt lunged for the present.
"You bought me that? How did you buy me that?" Blaine was standing and pointing at the gift. "Kurt? How did you afford that?"
"I've been…saving my tips. And my wages. And I took on some extra shifts. Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas!" Kurt blushed, "Will you please finish opening it?"
"That's the newest Ipad!" Blaine looked at the gift again, "Kurt! You should have!" Blaine leapt over Kurt, tackling him to the ground, "I love you I love you I love you!"
"And they said you couldn't buy love," Kurt kissed Blaine back, proud of himself for getting at least this Christmas gift right.
Blaine's eyes widened, "Oh! We forgot out homemade gifts! And…Abu got you a gift!" Blaine handed over the last of his packages to Kurt.
"Abu got me a gift?" Kurt raised his eyebrow and opened the gift – it was a plaque with Abu's paw print and Blaine's hand in paint. "Oh Blaine!" He started laughing, handing over his package.
Blaine opened it and saw Kurt made him a plaque out of clay, "Great minds think alike I guess!" He started tracing his fingers gently over the rough clay. "Open your homemade one from me!"
Kurt picked it up, it was circular and heavy, "What the heck is it?"
"Oh. You'll see."
Kurt pulled the paper off, and he was met with Bryce's face. "What the hell?" he continued stripping the paper off until her understood, "Oh my god, Blaine, this is going to be so much fun!" He held the dartboard in his hands, "Can we play like now?"
Blaine held up a manila envelope, "Also, here are replacement faces for when those get too poked up. And now, you have to start cooking for dinner with Santana and Hayden. Plus, we have our gifts from our parents yet."
Kurt shoved the present he made for Blaine in his hands, "This isn't as funny, but it's handmade!"
Blaine opened the gift and pulled out a t-shirt with an iron on of Lightening McQueen and Alexander McQueen on the back it said "I see no difference."
"Now, you aren't actually allowed to wear that…"
"Oh no," Blaine pulled his shirt off, "I'm going to wear it everywhere. All day, everyday."
"Then give it back," Kurt held out his hand. Instead, Blaine put the envelope from the Hudmels in his hand, Kurt ripped it open, expecting to see money. Instead, he saw gift certificates, "Oh my god! They got us a spa day!"
Blaine smiled, "Yes!"
"I have a feeling this was more for me than you…but oh well! We get to go to the spa together!" Kurt started doing a dance, "My dad knows me so well!"
Blaine grinned, ripping open the envelope from his parents, and his face dropped, "I think this one is for you, and I just got insulted!"
Kurt picked the card out of Blaine's hand and read it
Blaine and Kurt,
Merry Christmas! We wish we could share this time with you, but Florida is warmer and doesn't have snow or smog. When we were thinking of gifts, we tried to pick something we knew you both could use. Then we thought of this, and we have to admit, for Blaine, you really, really need this.
Love,
Mom and Dad
Kurt looked at the piece of paper, they too had gotten the boys gift certificate – but for cooking lessons. "This is fantastic! I can learn to cook better…and you can learn to boil water!"
Blaine stuck his tongue out at Kurt, "At least my grandfather probably got me something useful." Blaine pulled Kurt over to his side and they opened the last gift together. It was a simple index card with five words on it.
Your wedding is on us.
"Oh my god," Kurt breathed when he read the words.
"They cannot be serious," Blaine exclaimed, "They've done so much for us already!"
"Can we not fight them?" Kurt started plotting in his head, "Because there are a lot of things we can do now that we couldn't do before."
"Okay, but we need to be tasteful still," Blaine warned, "I don't want to see a cake the size of a small car. Or a million people invited." Blaine was still a little bothered that he relied so much on his grandparents, though he had to admit he expected it.
"Okay, I'm going to start cooking the turkey now. Then, we can spend the whole day watching Christmas movies. We have to leave for Hayden's at four. Sound good?"
"Can I stay in my pajamas all day?" Blaine leaned back on the chair, throwing Abu a tennis ball.
"Yes. Unless you break a window." Kurt walked towards the kitchen, "We could always start out cooking lessons now and I can show you how to cook the bird…"
"Nope, I'm watching the parade," Blaine put his feet on the coffee table and grinned, even without his family, Christmas was still pretty good.
"Blaine, would you just put the outfit on?" Kurt tapped his toes on the ground, "We're going to be late."
"Why can't I just wear my Christmas sweater like I want to?" Blaine had been teasing Kurt about their Christmas sweaters for nearly an hour.
"I am wearing this, and you are wearing that, and we are leaving," Kurt glanced at his watch impatiently, "Let's go. I have to cook the turkey another hour once we get to Hayden's."
Blaine quickly dressed, not even caring that Kurt was using him as his personal doll again. He glanced at his reflection, grumbling when he realized it now owned more scarves than sports equipment, "Do I pass your test?"
"You look wonderful," Kurt glanced up and saw another piece of mistletoe. Kissing Blaine quickly, he grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him. "Can I drive?"
"Yeah, if you want." Blaine bent down to kiss Abu, "I'm sorry you can't come with, we'll bring some food back for you."
"I just bought him gourmet dog treats, and you want to feed him human food?" Kurt groaned out, "We need to keep him on his diet."
"Did your dad ever tell you not to play with all of your toys the first day you got them? Or they would break and you would have to go back and play with all of the old ones?" Blaine raised his eyebrows, hoping to silence Kurt.
"I never got toys. Clothes, which you can't wear all on the first day, so I win." Kurt had played this game with Blaine before.
They bickered over the topic the entire ride to Hayden's. "I don't see why I have to carry this heavy turkey in my lap when we could just strap it in a seatbelt in the back."
"Stop complaining, grumpy gills."
Blaine tried to cross his legs, "And it doesn't smell like it's supposed to smell. It actually smells like plastic melting."
"Next time you can cook it," Kurt parked the car, "And just for that – you can carry it upstairs."
"Just for that you can carry it upstairs," Blaine mocked, grabbing the turkey.
Kurt held open the door, "I hate you."
"I hate you more." Kurt retaliated.
"Oh shut up, you two don't hate each other," Santana was sitting at the kitchen table holding her new phone.
"Not even a little," Blaine agreed.
Kurt took the turkey from him and slid it into the oven, "This only needs another hour or so."
Hayden was running around the kitchen, "The vegetables have been in an hour already, so they should be good. I set the table, go look Kurt, Blaine!"
The duo walked to the dining room and glanced at the table. "She has Christmas tree plate," Blaine hissed, "Why don't we?"
"Because we aren't soccer moms of four," Kurt laughed, "do you really want them? I can arrange it for next year."
"No thanks."
An hour later they sat down to eat. Santana had a bottle of hot sauce, "Sorry Hummel. I'm sure your turkey will need something."
Blaine was given the honors of cutting the turkey. He had started right when Santana was talking, "Um, guys…it might need something else."
"Like what?" Kurt sprang out of his seat and looked at the turkey. He gasped, "Oh my god, I forgot about the bag."
"And it's raw," Blaine held up a piece of ice cold meat.
"Great. Well, we'll have a vegan Christmas dinner." Hayden picked up the turkey and put it on the counter.
Kurt just stared at it before running towards the bathroom.
"Kurt!" Blaine streaked after him, knocking on the door, "Kurt, let me in."
Kurt unlocked the door but then sat back down on the toilet, tears pouring down his face, "I've ruined Christmas!"
"Baby, if you think one little thing is going to ruin Christmas, you're nuts." Blaine knelt in front of Kurt, wiping his tears with his thumbs, "Come on, it's a happy day, don't cry."
Kurt shook his head, "I just wanted everything to be perfect and now I've gone and ruined it."
Blaine didn't know what to do, so he just wrapped his arms around Kurt, "You didn't ruin anything, Kurt. You made a mistake, I do it all the time. Please don't cry."
Kurt sniffled a little, "I just…I made of you for needing cooking lessons and it turns out I do too. Who is ever going to cook is we do start a family?"
Blaine tried to hide his smile at the idea of starting a family, "We'll figure it out. I hope that by then I'll be making money with Sony and you'll be lighting up Broadway. We can buy a cook."
Kurt beamed, "Let's go eat out vegan dinner."
Blaine wrinkled his nose, "I'm a man and men eat meat!"
"Tonight, you won't."
Santana was rounding the corner at that moment, "Actually, he might. Hayden overcooked all of the vegetables, so unless you want to eat mashed potatoes only, we're going to the diner down the street."
"I really hope we do get a cook," Kurt mumbled for only Blaine to hear, "Because from all the diner food I eat, I'm going to be pouchy."
"How is a diner open on Christmas?" Blaine wondered as Santana and Hayden led them down the street.
"They're Jewish," Hayden remarked, as if it was the obvious answer.
"Oh."
They go to the diner and sat in a booth, they were the only ones there. Santana leaned back, "Now this is like Christmas back in Lima. My parents would just leave and I'd have to go find dinner."
The waitress came and took their drink orders.
"This is actually nice," Blaine commented, wrapping an arm around Kurt, "You have nothing to worry about," he whispered, kissing Kurt's cheek.
The waitress returned.
"I'll have a steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, and some hot sauce," Santana said, closing her menu.
"I'll have a cob salad with ranch," Hayden murmured, she too was still upset from the ruined dinner.
"I'll have the chicken breast with peas and a baked potatoe," Kurt closed his menu, "And maybe I can get Blaine to split a piece of chocolate cake."
"Of course," Blaine opened his menu, "I'll have the house special? I want my eggs scrambled, I'll take the eight ounce steak, potatoes well done, orange juice, and I was wondering if I could get my pancakes with chocolate chips?"Blaine winked at the woman.
"Of course darling. How about I get you a few pieces of bacon too, on the house of course!" She winked back at him before handing in the order.
"Darling? She winked at you? Can she not see you're wearing a ring?" Kurt glared, "She is NOT getting a good tip."
"Some women don't care," Santana laughed, "I didn't back when I was still lying to everyone."
Blaine kissed Kurt again, "Don't worry, I only see you."
"I know. But still."
It only took a little until the food came, Blaine's took up half of the table. "This looks so good. No offence, but I much prefer this to turkey." He said through a mouthful of pancakes.
"What happened to the dapper boy I met in high school?" Kurt laughed, wiping away a bit of syrup from Blaine's chin.
"What happened to the sarcastic diva I met in high school?" Blaine retaliated, "Oh…wait. Still there."
Hayden frowned, "I wish I had known you all in high school. I might have actually had friends."
Blaine grabbed her hand, "Hey now. You have us now. You got to miss all of our awkward years."
"I would have liked to know you though," She said to Blaine, "I want to know what that uniform looked like."
Santana rolled her eyes, "Like some sort of Nazi uniform. Or like a Gap school uniform."
Kurt snorted at the word "Gap."
Blaine glared, "Can we not bring up Gap?"
"What happened at Gap?" Hayden asked Blaine, then turned to Kurt.
"Blaine serenaded a boy there, Jeremiah. We saw him at the bakery a few weeks back. He tried to get Blaine to go out with him again. But he was too late, I won the prize now." Kurt smiled proudly, "I win."
Blaine had his head in his hands, "Let's not."
Santana kicked him under the table, "Hey, that kid had a good head of hair. But who really wants to go back to the person we made a fool of ourselves with. I wouldn't have even talked to him."
Blaine glanced at Kurt, "How does she know about his hair?"
Kurt blushed deeply, "We may have gone searching for him after the incident. Santana offered to shave his eyebrows for me…"
Blaine ignored the comment, "You wouldn't even talk to Brittany anymore?"
Hayden looked confused, "Brittany?"
"Yeah…the girl Santana was in love with in high school?" Kurt said, stealing a piece of bacon from Blaine.
Santana's eyes were wide, but she didn't say anything.
"I thought you said you'd never been in love before?" Hayden turned to Santana, "You lied?"
Santana closed her eyes, "Well….I didn't lie. I just….omitted some truth."
"No. You lied," Hayden stood, "You lied about that. What else are you going to lie about? I thought I knew about your past. I let go the fact that you slept with a million guys. But you lied to me. It was special that were each other's first love. You know what? I'm out of here. You can sleep at home tonight." Hayden grabbed her jacket, "And neither of you two mentioned anything before now? I thought we were friends." She threw done money and walked out of the diner.
"Santana, I'm so sorry. I didn't know she didn't know!" Blaine started to stand, "Do you want me to follow her?"
Kurt looked at Santana, who seemed to be debating whether to feel sad or mad. "She was just sensitive because she felt out of place amongst all of us talking about high school. Don't be mad."
That statement snapped something inside of Santana; she threw down her napkin, "No. You two had to open your big mouths about Brittany. Now, I can't stop thinking about her again." She grabbed her jacket and hat, "Have a Merry Christmas." She stomped out of the diner and started for her apartment.
Blaine leaned back, "Well, I lost m appetite."
Kurt laughed, "You just ran out of food."
They paid the bill and started walking towards their car – they figured it best not to go back to Hayden's house. "At least now we both ruined Christmas," Blaine offered.
Kurt slipped his hand into Blaine's just as it began to snow, "I think this was one of the best Christmases ever. And when we get back, I think we'll have time for Rudolph."
Blaine tucked Kurt under his arm and they continued walking.
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