A/N: Snuh. I'm practically pulling out my hair with worry that we won't hit the quota, and Claire is playing Tetris. *Claps* EH. We'll get there. But I'm freaking out.
Blaine sat on the end of the couch, concentrating hard on the pile of material in his lap. Kurt had gone out someplace with Mercedes, so he had a couple of hours to himself to finish making his surprise for Kurt, the one he was so very nearly finished.
He cussed softly to himself when the thread fell out of the needle again, biting his lip as he tried to thread it back through the eye of the needle.
"Why is this so hard?" he asked, finally rethreading it.
He held up his almost finished stocking, smiling proudly at his painstaking stitching holding together the Christmassy material. Hopefully Kurt would like it.
He went back to his stitching, having almost finished sowing the outside part to the lining when he stabbed himself with the needle again.
"Ow." He mumbled, inspecting his finger. Realising it was bleeding he stuck his finger in his mouth, trying hard not to destroy what he'd spent so long working on.
"Bandaids." He mumbled, abandoning his sowing to go raid the medicine cupboard.
He was just sticking a neon green bandaid on his finger when the front door slammed.
"Blaine, I'm home!" Kurt called. Blaine froze, his eyes widening. He'd left Kurt's stocking on the chair in the lounge room...
He raced back out of the bathroom, trying to beat Kurt, skidding to a halt as he saw Kurt holding up what he'd been working so hard on in every free moment for the past couple of weeks.
"Blaine... Is this for me?" Kurt asked, studying the untidy, amateur stitching, the wonky lines, and the decidedly oddshape of the stocking. Blaine hung his head.
"...it was supposed to be a surprise." He mumbled, glaring at the ground.
Kurt placed it back on the couch, wrapping his arms around Blaine.
"It's beautiful." He whispered, meaning every word. It's true though, to him, the stocking was beautiful purely because Blaine made it by himself – every piece of it stitched lovingly together just so Blaine could surprise Kurt for Christmas.
"You're not just saying that?" Blaine asked self consciously. "I mean, it's not finished yet..."
Blaine could feel Kurt smile where his lips where pressed to his temple.
"I mean it. Best present so far."
"Hey, you don't get it yet. Not until it's finished."
Kurt pouted.
"But I want it now!" he whined, and Blaine laughed.
"Give me half an hour."
A/N: We're both getting to the sleep deprivation time - we've both been sleeping weirdly and I'm kinda like -_- half the time while I'm writing.