All I want for Christmas is You
Title: All I want for Christmas is You
Pairing: Patrick/Victoria
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluffy but three bad words.
Author: Me! (xmexandxyoux)
Disclaimer: I’m pretty sure this never happened.
Word Count: 806
Summary:"Yeah. She’s totally got the hots for you, bro. You don’t know this but she’s always talking about you and-"
From: koreantomcruise@fueledbyramen.com
Subj: Your secret santa is . . .
Patrick,
We’ve done the drawing (out of Brendon’s top hat, I might add), randomly, just so you know, and your secret santa will be divulged below.
Your secret santa is . . .
Victoria Asher (Vicky-T)
Best wishes,
Dan
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Patrick stared at the Mac screen, only focusing on the one name before his eyes. Oh, shit. Well, he couldn’t exactly ask Dan for a new one. It wasn’t like he’d had that much love-of-his-life-gift-buying experience under his belt, so he decided to do the only logical thing he could think of in his flustered state.
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"Hey, man, what’s up?" Gabe answered on the first ring.
"Hey, Gabe. I have a bit of a secret santa problem."
"What’s the deal?"
"I got Victoria."
"So?"
"Victoria is Victoria."
". . . I know."
"I don’t know what to get her."
"Easy. Pretty underwear and jewelry. Can’t go wrong with the classics."
"But- she’s Victoria!" Patrick sputtered.
"So?"
"She’ll think I like her!"
"Your point? A girlfriend couldn’t kill you at this point. You need to get laid, man."
"But I do like her."
"So tell her."
"But I can’t! Because then she’ll know and it’ll be all like, ‘oh, Patrick the spazz of the century likes me, let’s go toy with his emotions’."
"She’s not like that and you know it." Gabe felt the inexplicable need to defend Victoria even though he knew Patrick wasn’t trying to offend her.
"I do." Patrick admitted.
"No, I mean, I know what she wants for Christmas and it’s you." Patrick stopped pacing long enough to hold himself steady on the edge of the couch.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. She’s totally got the hots for you, bro. You don’t know this but she’s always talking about you and-"
"Saporta, if you better not be fucking with me, because if you are-"
"No, it’s true. Swear." Gabriel Saporta was many things, but a liar was not one of them. Especially about love.
"So what does she expect, to have me all done up in ribbons and bows?" Patrick asked, still flustered, and even more so at the unexpected information.
"I dunno, dude."
After his conversation with Gabe, Patrick had a Eureka! moment and rushed to the party store.
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"Gabe, I’ll be over soon, okay, gawd!" Victoria felt like Gabe had picked the most flamboyant dress in the store. With its fur trimmed hems, it was a red sequined monstrosity, but it fit the role. There was a tentative knock at the door.
"Patrick! Oh, you must be cold, let me take your coat." Patrick took off his bomber jacket and allowed Victoria to put it on the coat rack with all of her shiny hats and scarves and slinky gloves. It was only after Victoria turned around that it clicked in her head what her present was. Patrick was covered in the bows you stick on present boxes, from his feet to his velvet santa hat. The bows glittered in the light and peering closer, Victoria saw that they all said I love you. Patrick took a step forward. Victoria seemed to loom over Patrick in the shoes Gabe had demanded she wear, but he was undaunted. This was it. Here goes nothing.
"Gabe said you wanted me for Christmas. So here I am." Victoria crouched down a few inches gave him the kiss he’d been waiting for.
"You are the most adorkably spazztastic person I’ve ever met." She whispered on his shocked lips. Somehow the words slipped through his brain in between the jumble of victoria- i-love-you-you-are-so-pretty-you-are-a-paragon-to-women-everywhere-nghhhhh.
"I know." He mumbled without thinking.
"At least you didn’t wear mistletoe." Victoria stated matter-of-factly.
"Hey, don’t you have that annual shindig of Gabe’s to go to?" Victoria stifled a laugh at Patrick’s use of the seemingly archaic word.
She checked her watch.
"You know what? I don’t really want to go. Screw Gabe. Let’s stay in. Let’s stay in and drink eggnog and bake cookies and watch old Christmas movies and cuddle."
Victoria looked at Patrick expectantly and he was jerked from his reverie. He adjusted his glasses.
"I’m sorry, I missed that, what?"
"I said that if I don’t leave soon, Gabe is gonna fire me as the elf slash ‘little helper’ to his Santa. But would you like to accompany me?" All Patrick could do was nod. She interlocked her fingers with his and they set off en route to Gabe’s.
"Oh, and Patrick? Merry Christmas."