Fic: Christmas Dream
Do you have plans tonight?
A few minutes go by without answer and Kurt fears that Blaine is busy and he feels like a damn fool for assuming that someone as brilliant and warm as Blaine doesn’t have a million people knocking down his door on Christmas Eve.
Finally, his phone vibrates against the table and Kurt scrambles to read the reply, nearly dropping it in the process.
Is that your way of asking to hang out? If so, I’m already on my way.
Kurt grins from ear to ear. He can feel himself blushing like a complete lovesick idiot. He types out a simple but daring response and hits send.
The sooner the better.
---
Kurt shuts his bedroom door behind them. There’s a long silence in which Kurt finds himself simply staring at Blaine (and vice versa). He’s thinking about how glad he is to be sharing this holiday with him.
Suddenly, Blaine steps forward and wraps his arms around him. Kurt does not expect this reaction; he’s lucky to still be standing. Timidly, Kurt reciprocates the hug. Blaine rests his chin on Kurt’s shoulder. Their chests rise and fall together twice.
“I missed you.” Blaine whispers, still clinging to him unashamedly.
Kurt’s heart melts right there. Blaine always understands. It’s the longest hug Kurt’s ever had, and he doesn’t want it to stop. “Me too,” Kurt answers.
---
The credits of ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ begin to roll.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt sees Blaine’s hand begin to creep toward his own. Ever so lightly, he places his hand on top of Kurt’s and begins to thread their fingers together. He stops before they’re even halfway joined. Kurt assumes this is his way of giving him the option to pull away.
He looks first to Blaine - who has this incredibly endearing, small hopeful smile - and then down to their hands once more.
Kurt acquires a matching smile as he eliminates the space between their fingers.
---
They walk hand-in-hand down a dimly lit Lima street. There isn’t a single soul in sight.
Kurt stops and looks up as snow begins to fall. Blaine doesn’t notice he’s stopped until he feels the tension between their outstretched arms.
“You okay?” Blaine asks taking the few steps needed to return and face him.
Kurt smiles and nods excitedly. “Never better,” he replies, grabbing Blaine’s other hand. “Thank you for coming. I’m sure there were lots of things you could have done on Christmas Eve.”
Blaine blinked slowly, shaking his head. “None of them were better than this.”
He lets go of Kurt’s hand and laces his own fingers together around the back of Kurt’s waist, bringing their bodies close. They stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like forever to Kurt; forever but absolutely not long enough.
“Tell me I didn’t fall asleep during the movie. Tell me I’m not dreaming this.”
The snow is beginning to fall harder now and Kurt shivers as a gust of wind sweeps around them.
“I assure you, this is all very real,” Blaine answers. He brings his head in closer, allowing his lips to hover millimeters away from Kurt’s. “But if we’re asleep, I don’t want to wake up.”
Once again, Kurt closes the space between them, their lips meeting solidly, but softly.
---
Always the gentleman, Blaine sees Kurt back to his front door. His heart is still reeling. Just moments ago they shared their first kiss; not just that, but it’s his first real kiss - the first one that counts anyway. His head is a fuzzy mess of emotion.
“I should go. It’s getting late and I have a long drive.”
Kurt whimpers and turns his bottom lip into a pout. “I’m sorry,” Blaine apologizes, reaching up to hold his face in his hand. “This isn’t end,” he whispers, leaning in once more to kiss him. He pays special attention to Kurt’s sad bottom lip. “It’s just the beginning.”
Eventually, he lets go and walks backward down the driveway to his car. Blaine’s eyes never leave him. “Merry Christmas, Kurt,” he shouts when he’s reached it.
Kurt waves weakly, biting nervously at his lip. He watches Blaine drive away until he can’t see his car anymore. He shivers again, awash with emotions; so ecstatic to have just shared a special evening with Blaine, but so sad to see it end.
He opens the front door carefully, trying to avoid the massive squeak it so often makes. No such luck, but thankfully no one seems to be awake. He shuffles into the kitchen to get a glass of water before attempting (and likely failing) to sleep.
There on the counter is a long, flat white box and a card which bears his name.
He runs his index finger under the flap and opens the card.
I hope you know how much you mean to me. I’ll never be the same.
He carefully opens the box, revealing a deep, royal purple silk scarf. He audibly gasps, brushing his hand over the incredibly soft fabric. He thinks it might possibly be the most expensive thing he owns now - which is saying a great deal, considering his closet full of designer pieces. Blaine absolutely shouldn’t have spent anything - much less this much on him.
He shakes his head in disbelief before he takes his cell phone from his back pocket. His fingers fly across the keys, typing out a message.
It’s beautiful. I’ll honestly be counting the hours until I see you again.
He readies himself for bed, somehow managing to contain his excitement for the most part. Just as he’s about to drift off to sleep, his phone buzzes.
Every New Year’s Eve we have a huge party. Will I finally have someone to kiss at midnight?
Kurt hides his face in his pillow and let’s out an excited scream.
And every day after.
This is all too wonderful to be a fantasy. Kurt’s dreams are never, ever this good, so he concludes that this is entirely real, and absolutely the best Christmas ever.