A/N: Merry Christmas, bitches! I hope you all had good days. Or...I hope youhave a good day? Timezones suck. Anyway, Merry Christmas, and enjoy.
Christmas was always hard.
It wasn't the presents. It wasn't the family. It wasn't the money.
It was the absolute joy that people managed to summon up, regardless of their situation.
And maybe that was why it was hard.
Because no matter what, Kurt couldn't summon it.
He'd tried, of course. Tried to keep an open mind…
His father had died two years ago – a week before Christmas. He had no siblings, and his mother had died much earlier in his life.
He didn't have friends – not anymore, at least.
But he could pay the rent, and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate on Christmas day.
And that was enough.
^.^
Blaine Anderson loved Christmas.
He loved it with every fibre of his being.
It was the epitome of joy that was summoned each Christmas, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
"This would be good for Cooper." Blaine beamed, squeezing Rachel's hand as he pointed at a novelty mirror with a beard and Santa glasses.
"At least he can reuse it so he can just look at himself!" Rachel laughed.
Blaine chuckled, picking up the gift. "Money well spent."
Rachel giggled, twirling around the shop with her arms outspread. "I love Christmas." She sighed happily, stepping up to the register where Kurt was serving.
"Christmas should be twice a year." Blaine continued behind her, unloading his trolley onto the conveyor belt.
Kurt made a face, silently scanning their items, but Blaine caught it.
"Not a fan?"
Kurt chuckled. "You could say that."
Blaine pouted. "How come?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow at the boy. "I live in a box sized apartment. I don't think that celebrating on my own will be worth it."
Blaine frowned, chewing his lip as he paid for the goods.
"Didn't mean to kill the mood." Kurt said, genuinely apologetic. "Merry Christmas."
"Nothing could dampen my Christmas Spirit." Blaine found the excited grin he'd been wearing before and waved good bye. "Merry Christmas."
Kurt shook his head after the man. Customers were funny.
^.^
Kurt worked again the next day, surprised to see the same man in his line again.
"Forget something?" he asked with a small smile, and Blaine nodded seriously.
"I wanted to know if you'd like to come spend Christmas with us."
Kurt actually had to double-take, eyes bulging as he stared at the boy in disbelief.
"Excuse me?"
"Nobody should be alone on Christmas." Blaine said seriously.
"Look, you don't have to-"
"I want to." Blaine interrupted. "I want you to come."
Kurt chewed his lip uncertainly. "I wouldn't want to be the third wheel…"
Blaine frowned for a moment before laughing. "Oh, god no. Rachel is just a friend. We're having a Christmas party – about seven or eight people, and it'd be really cool if you came."
Kurt let out a soft sigh, staring as Blaine looked at him pleadingly. Did he even want to celebrate Christmas? Did he want the mind-numbing pleasure radiating from everyone? The joy and laughter of Christmas spirit...?
It had been a while...
He stared at Blaine - the gorgeous young man who had literally embodied Christmas - offering him somewhere to be when he had none.
He sucked in a deep breath. "Fine."
That same grin broke out on Blaine's face. He rummaged for a pen and paper, scribbling down his address.
"Starts at one." He grinned.
"Thanks." Kurt smiled slightly, and Blaine practically bounced out of the store before Kurt stopped him. "Hey! What's your name?"
He turned back. "Blaine. What's yours?"
"Kurt."
He grinned again. "Well… Merry Christmas Kurt."
A/N: Legitimately something I witnessed the other day. Not the same scenario, but almost the same dialogue. It needs continuing - like, it's a dumb way to end. Maybe next Christmas... :)