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"Blainey," called Mrs. Anderson. "Blainey, come along, it's almost our turn,"
A little boy with dark gelled hair and a wee sweater vest scurried over from his position in front of the Gymboree store window.
"Ooof!" he squeaked, running into another small body.
"Watch where you're going!" snapped his victim. He was a thin boy, with pale skin and perfectly coiffed chocolate hair.
He looks really tired, Blaine noticed. Underneath sparkley greenish blue eyes were shadowy bags.
Blaine's eyes went wide. "I'm very sorry," he said earnestly. "I hope you'll forgive me,"
The other child cracked a smile.
"You have very good manners," he remarked. He held out a hand, curtsying in a practiced motion. "I'm Kurt Hummel, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance,"
Blaine giggled. "I'm Blaine Anderson, likewise," He took Kurt's hand and shook it firmly.
"You have a good handshake," commented Kurt. "That's good, because my daddy says people will take you seriously if you have a good handshake,"
"My daddy says that too," Blaine said, nodding in agreement.
A middle-aged, balding man leaned down, looking just as tired as his smaller companion.
"Who's this, bud?" sighed the man.
Kurt looked down, becoming quiet. "This is Blaine Anderson, he has a good handshake," explained Blaine's new friend. "Blaine, this is my dad, Burt Hummel,"
Blaine held out his tiny hand for Burt to shake, smiling like his mother had taught him. "Nice to meet you, sir,"
Half-heartedly, Burt chuckled. "Hey kiddo,"
Mrs. Anderson noticed her son talking with people in front of them in line, coming forward. "Blainey, did you make a new friend?" she asked.
Blaine nodded. "This is Kurt Hummel and his daddy, Burt. Kurt and Mr. Hummel, this is my mommy, Dianna Anderson."
She shook hands with both Hummels, exchanging a look with the elder man.
Blaine turned to Kurt, grinning. "Are you excited to see Santa?"
Kurt gazed into Blaine's eyes, frowning. "You believe in Santa?"
Burt sighed. "Kurt..." he warned.
Blaines brow creased. "Of course I do!" exclaimed the excited boy. "Don't you?"
Kurt glanced at his father, who had struck up an awkward conversation with Mrs. Anderson. "Not really. My mommy died a few weeks ago and I had already written a letter to Santa asking for her to get well, so obviously he doesn't exist since she died." he whispered.
Blaine's eyes filled with tears, growing huge. He couldn't imagine his mommy dying. No wonder Kurt was so tired and sad. He sighed. "Well, what are you going to ask him for then? When you sit on his lap?"
Shrugging, Kurt pulled at his deep blue gloves. "I don't really want anything other than my mother back. What are you asking for?"
"I'm sorry about your mommy," Blaine said, patting Kurt's hands. Biting his lip, he revealed his wishlist. "I'm asking for a bow tie,"
"Like Pee Wee Herman?" Kurt giggled, cheering up.
Blaine laughed. "Exactly! But you should still think of something to ask for..."
Kurt glanced at his father. "You're right. I think it makes my daddy sad that I don't want anything."
Smiling encouragingly, Blaine tried to think of what Kurt might want. He was dressed in a blue collar shirt, tucking into tight white pants with black stripes, completed with a pair of teal blue Converse and a gray tie. In his hand was a Ariel doll.
Oh! Blaine thought excitedly. "You should ask for a Prince Eric doll! To match your Ariel!"
As the other boy thought about it, Kurt's lips formed into a huge grin and he grabbed Blaine's hands. "That's a great idea!" he cried. "She's probably really lonely without Prince Eric!"
Blaine jumped up and down. "Maybe she'll be able to speak once he's there, cause he'll give her a kiss!"
Eyes wide, Kurt turned to his father. "Daddy! Daddy! Can I ask Santa for a Prince Eric doll?"
Burt laughed, a look of relief flashing across his wrinkled face. "Yeah sure kiddo, that's a good idea,"
"It was Blaine's idea!" exclaimed Kurt, his voice reaching a whole new level of high-pitched.
Burt smiled at the younger boy. "Well that was really nice of you to help Kurt out," he complemented.
Blaine beamed. "And then if you get Eric, that'll mean Santa does exist!" he whispered to Kurt.
Nodding, the pale boy enveloped his friend in a hug.
"Thanks, Blaine," the boy murmured.
"Kay, kid, it's our turn," Burt said.
Blaine watched as Kurt sat on Santa's lap, giving him a thumbs up. Once Kurt was done, he waved at Blaine, his face thrilled. Blaine was about to wave back but his mother pushed him forward, yelling at Cooper to stop flirting with the girl behind them. He perched on Santa's lap, sitting still for never-ending pictures.
"Now what would you like for Christmas?" asked Santa, tapping Blaine's nose.
He looked up at the bearded man, eyes large. "I really want a bow tie. But even more than that, I really want the little boy before me, Kurt, to get his Prince Eric doll. Cause he sent you a letter asking for his mommy to get better and you didn't make her feel better, so she went to heaven. And now he doesn't believe in you anymore, but I think you should get him presents anyway, cause he seems like he's been nice all year long, so I think he deserves presents, especially since he doesn't have his mommy anymore. And he promised that if he got a Prince Eric doll for Christmas then he would believe in Santa again, so I really think you should get him the Eric doll. Also, because his Ariel doll is probably really sad cause she's lonely without her true love. And I think it makes Kurt even more lonely to see her lonely and I think it would cheer him up if she wasn't lonely. Cause then maybe he'd think that someday he'd meet his own Prince Eric,"
Santa thought for a moment, then smiled. "Well he did seem like a very nice boy,"
Blaine beamed. He began to get up, then hesitated, whispering in St. Nick's ear. "And if you don't mind, I think I'd like to be his Prince Eric someday,"
The man stared at Blaine, then chortled, winking at him. "I'll see what I can do,"
ALL MY LITTLE GENTLEMEN FEELS. Seriously guys, they were so tiny and charming and Kurt was so angsty and Blaine was so full of dapper hopefulness. And Kurt didn't call Burt daddy to his face and was quiet around him because he thought Burt would be happier if Kurt was a grown up, but really it just made Burt sadder. And after Blaine came out, his mommy never called him Blainey again, cause she didn't understand he was still the little boy he was, even though she did still love him. All my feels.. Please review! Thoughts and prayers for those involved in the Clackamas shooting. Happy Holidays! Klisses and Klugs!