Chapter notes: Here is another Hudmel holiday chapter. This is the last one I'm afraid because I need to move on to something else with this. I hope you enjoy it as always and please review. I would love to know what you think of my work and I will update as soon as I can. Sorry I haven't updated in a while but school is pretty annoying and I am trying to update all my other fan fictions at the same time! Enjoy.
"Here you go Kurtie!" Finn said enthusiastically, passing the weirdly shaped parcel in my direction. My heart warmed a his effort to wrap it properly; there were rips in the paper all over but I didn't mind, Finn wasn't the best present wrapper in the world, but it is the thought that counts right?
I chuckled at the mysterious shape of the package as Blaine squeezed my thigh happily, also laughing quietly. It was okay to laugh because I knew Finn wouldn't be offended, and he knew that he wasn't the best at making things look elegant; that used to be Rachel's job, but now Finn had to try and make the best effort he could by himself.
"I know it looks a skew whiff, but hopefully you will like it; and I'm sure Blaine won't mind either!" he said, winking over too us. My face morphed with horror.
He hadn't, had he? Bearing in mind this is Finn we're talking about, he may well have done! My brain froze and Blaine squeezed my thigh again gently, everyone looking at me expectantly.
My mind was trying to decide whether to open it now or later. Suffer the embarrassment here in front of my family and my boyfriend, or hurt Finn's feeling by opening it later.
I sighed, not wanting to hurt Finn's feelings and peeled off the edge of the star wars wrapping paper. I closed my eyes briefly, praying to a god that I didn't believe in that I was over thinking this and it would be an innocent gift.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I opened it to reveal an envelope; and I felt Blaine physically relax beside me, letting out a small chuckle at the both of us. Finn had a confused look on his face watching the two of us breathe sighs of relief. But his face turned an unhealthy shade of white as he realised what he had said sounded like.
All three of us burst in to fits of laughter, Dad and Carole looking at each other like the other had the answer but both shrugged and shook their heads at us fondly from the corner.
"What are they laughing at?" Dad asked Carole, who just made her hands in to an 'I don't know' expression and started laughing herself. I can't believe I thought Finn had done that; but then thinking about it that actually sounds like something Finn would do on purpose; just to embarrass me and Blaine in front of my parents.
During laughing so much, I hadn't noticed what the envelope was for. I gasped as I saw the symbol in the top corner, gaping at Finn who just shrugged and looked sheepishly towards me. Blaine saw it too and laughed unbelievingly.
"Well, you always say you want to do something new so..." Finn didn't finish the sentence because he suddenly had his arms full of me who had pounced on him, tears prickling the corners of my eyes. I squeezed Finn the hardest he could muster; making Finn cough and splutter.
"Kurt...can't...breathe here..." he coughed fakley, staying stiff in my arms, hoping that might make him let go. Blaine just put his hand over his heart whispering 'brotherly love' and laughing at his boyfriends antics.
Wow. Boyfriend. He hadn't thought it would feel this good before. Being Kurt's boyfriend made him feel...complete. Like that bit of his heart that had been torn away years ago had finally been replaced and he felt the most loved he had in all his life. He gasped at me as I pulled away from Finn. Tears glistened on my cheeks and they were flushed bright red, making my eyes stand out; the blue and green orbs swirling like the ocean smiling up at him. He couldn't help but return the smile; my happiness seemed contagious.
I plonked down next to Blaine on the sofa again, pecking him softly on the cheek before interlocking our fingers again tightly, not caring about the PDA in front of my family, knowing how much they adored Blaine already, and wouldn't dislike him if he was my boyfriend.
I turned the envelope over and peeled it open, revealing two tickets. I squealed as I saw what they were for. There were two; and they were plane tickets.
The letter said:
Dear Mr Hummel,
Here is your booking confirmation for your first class flights for two persons named Mr Kurt Hummel and Mr Blaine Anderson for the flight on the 10th of January at 4:20 am on the second lane aeroplane to Paris, France.
I stopped reading there and hugged Blaine close to my chest, kissing his shoulder before pulling back and kissing him square on the lips, smiling as I did, getting a wolf whistle from Finn and aawws from dad and Carole. I pulled back and turned round to Finn.
"Thank you so much Finn. This is so amazing! I've always wanted to go to Paris!" I squealed and Finn laughed at my excitement. Blaine was just as excited as me as he continuously bouncing up and down in his seat and squealing occasionally. I giggled at him and kissed his cheek lightly, placing the envelope on the coffee table before linking our fingers together tightly.
"This next one is for...Blaine" Finn announced reading the label proudly. Blaine looked shocked and I squeezed his thigh gently, making him make eye contact with me. I just smiled fondly at my parents' kindness and inside my heart was bursting for this man.
"M-m-me?" he asked, stuttering as he talked; obviously shocked by the fact that dad and Carole had gone to the trouble to get him a gift.
"Of course sweetheart, it would be cruel not to get you anything and have to watch everyone else open theirs. Open it honey" Carole said sweetly to Blaine and I swore I could see the beginnings of tears in his eyes. He sheepishly reached out and took the box but I can see he was so excited to open his package. I leaned over and kissed his cheek lightly, squeezing his thigh again.
"Open it" I whispered in his ear. A giant smile spread across his face as he began to slowly tear away the paper, obviously savouring every second of this; and that made me wonder, doesn't he usually get presents? I would have to ask him about that later, I didn't want to ruin this lovely moment.
He slid the box out of the red wrapping paper, placing it delicately on the coffee table. The box was from the local shop down the road and I smiled as I knew what the contents would be. Sure enough, I was right.
A bowtie, but not just any bowtie; a Christmas bowtie.
Blaine gasped as he saw it, his eyes wide as he stroked a delicate finger over the patterns and tears appeared in his eyes. A dazzling smile spread across his face and he stood up, releasing my hand and walking over to where Dad and Carole were sitting, leaning down to hug them both, smiling as he did. And I knew in that moment, he belonged in this family. He walked to Finn and hugged him tightly, whispering thank you over and over again as he did.
Finally he came over to me and kissed me on the lips before embracing me tightly. I wasn't sure why, seen as I had bought him my own present and had nothing to do with this one, but I squeezed him tight to my chest anyway, feeling as though he needed it.
He pulled back and wiped a tear from his cheek quickly, a radiant smile lighting up the whole room and making everyone smile back at him.
"Thank you so so much, all of you...this is just...wow, thank you! I can't even remember the last time someone bought me a bowtie! I haven't worn one in years but I have just been waiting for the chance to for ages, just...thank you!" he said, glancing around the room and smiling at everyone individually, finally landing on me and kissing me on the nose. I didn't care about displaying affection towards this man in front of my family, I knew we were accepted here and this was our safe place.
Blaine reached under the sofa and pulled out a small package and handed it to me. I smiled and read the label.
To my dearest Kurt,
I hope you will like this token to show you how much I love you. I can never tell you how much I do simply because I cannot put it in to words.
I love you so much and Merry Christmas.
All my love,
Your Blaine xxx
I smiled warmly and placed my hand on his cheek, him leaning in to the touch automatically and gesturing for me to open the gift.
It was wrapped so delicately that I didn't want to open it but I pulled the ribbon, making it undo gracefully and fall to the sides. I slowly ripped the corners and pulled off the paper, revealing a small box with a brand name I didn't recognise. I lifted the lid and gasped at what I saw, and at how truly perfect my boyfriend was.
Inside the box was a photograph frame, encrusted with diamonds and swirly patterns around the edges, shining and sparkling in the morning light. Inside the photo frame was the picture of me and Blaine I had taken the week before, the one I had taken when I had told him I loved him, the best memory of the year. I didn't care about the fact he must have taken my phone to get the picture, all I cared about then was that man beside me and how much I loved him.
I cupped his cheeks and kissed him square on the lips, not caring about anyone else but him in that moment; it was just us. We kissed for about a while longer before he pulled back and smiled a teary smile. Carole had her hand over her heart as she awed at us and dad just had a proud smile on his face.
"Thank you so much Sweetheart, this is so amazing!" I gaped at Blaine and he smiled sheepishly, embarrassed by the intimacy of the moment in front of my family. He just nodded for a second and his smile turned in to a full one.
"You deserve it Kurt, every piece of it. And I don't deserve you; but by some miracle I have you in my arms and I wouldn't want it any other way" Blaine whispered gently, making tears fall down Carole's cheeks and I heard a sniffle from the corner. I turned to look at her and smile, lifting the frame out of the box and pulling the stand out from underneath it, placing it on the coffee table before reaching under my side of the chair for Blaine's gift.
I pulled out a long, rectangular book shape, wrapped the best I could manage, taking extra care with Blaine's gift. I handed it to him proudly; knowing how much he would love my present already.
He accepted it with a wide smile and pecked me on the cheek. I bit my lip in anticipation as he peeled away the wrapping paper at a ridiculously slow pace; obviously trying his best not to rip it, and the thought that he was taking that much care made me smile. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as I could see he so desperately wanted to find out what the contents were but he didn't want to ruin my work and he wanted to make it last as long as he possibly could; I could see that glint in his eye.
He lifted off the paper (that was somehow still intact and I was now able to use again) and revealed a leather book. He gasped as he saw it, his eyes lighting up in the best way and a smile spreading across his face in surprise. He ran his hands over the name in the bottom corner that was imprinted in gold letters, making it his.
Blaine Anderson.
He smiled tearily and engulfed me in a hug that made all the air in my lungs puff in to the air and my body squeezed so tight I swear it would break. The hug was at a slightly awkward angle which hurt his back slightly and his neck strained to hook his chin over Blaine's shoulder, but in this moment; he really didn't care in the slightest.
They pulled back and Blaine looked down to his lap and stroked his calloused fingertips over the leather in awe, like he was trying to trace and remember every dent in the fabric, every bump that he came across. He opened it and his smile only grew as he saw what was inside.
"It's a portfolio. You know, to keep all your songs and music in, because you know that I will not have any excuse for you to not take that record deal, and when you do, you're going to need a place to store everything so...here you go!" he finished, gesturing to the book lying open on Blaine's lap and smiling. Blaine was still staring in awe at his gift when Carole broke the silence. She stood up and wiped her eyes of the tears that had fallen during our conversations', probably too personal for an audience and we probably sounded incredibly cheesy with our little speeches, but I knew they didn't really care, and that warmed my heart.
"Well...I'd better go start the turkey before you boys make me cry anymore!" she said, kissing my forehead before walking back through the archway to the kitchen. Blaine was looking through all the songs I had already printed off for him; I had even brought him a stack of manuscript and a stack of special, thick paper to keep his music and lyrics on which were back in my bedroom in New York, just waiting for Blaine's imagination to spill all over the pages.
Dad got up and patted me on the shoulder before excusing himself, looking to Finn incredulously that he was still sitting there and making me laugh at how oblivious Finn was before the light bulb illuminated and he followed dad out of the room.
I laughed as I turned to see Blaine still tracing the portfolio like it was the most sacred thing ever made and wound my arms around his waist from behind, sighing contently as I rested my chin on his shoulder. He hummed and leaned into my touch as I kissed his temple softly, running my hands up and down his chest; loving the way the taught muscles of his stomach moved and rippled under my light touch. I shouldn't really be thinking about these thoughts right now, but I couldn't help but let them in, the thoughts too appealing to just let them disappear.
Thought of my peppering feather like kisses all over Blaine's body; touching skin I had never seen before; being able to love him and have that connection with him I had never been allowed before.
I wanted all of that and more with this man.
"Thank you so much Kurt. I love it so much, and I love you" Blaine whispered softly, as if he said it too loud then someone would hear him and laugh at him. I only smiled and kissing his curls; not caring if he felt it or not. It was the gesture that counted.
Just a small token of love and a reminder that he was there, and would be for as long as Blaine would have him; forever.
A/N: Sorry it's so short, but i felt i needed to get something up. Has it really been 8 days! I didnt even realise until CrazyMegaMind pointed it out( thankyou for that by the way! It means so much that you like it). So yeah, this chapter is for you CrazyMegaMind, cause you are just beyond coolness and awsomeness!
Love Hollyx