This is mostly about a kiss under the mistletoe (if the title didn't give that away) but I thought that if it was just "Ooh, look, mistletoe" (watch out for Nargles, boys. Sorry, Potterhead, here) that wouldn't make for a very long chapter. So I'm making it a kind of Christmas party with the extended Hummel and Hudson clans, as well as Blaine and Rachel. So, yeah… as Sandy Ryerson would say, "Let's get on with it."
Here's Chapter Sixty-Two: Mistletoe
"You're coming to my house on Christmas Eve," Kurt told me over the phone on the first night of Christmas break.
"Why?" I asked. Not that I wouldn't go, but I wanted to know why he'd specifically said Christmas Eve.
"Because every year we have a family Christmas party and my dad agreed to let you come, too." I leaned back against my headboard and smiled. I kind of loved the fact that Burt considered me a part of his family. It actually made things a lot easier since I fully intended to ask Kurt to marry me as soon as I had the money for only the best of rings. "So you'll be here, right? I mean, my family's normal enough, but I definitely need you around to deal with some of Finn's cousins."
"What time do you want me there?"
"Wow," I said, handing Kurt another ornament to hang on the tree. "If I'd known you were going to use me as cheap labor, I probably would have stayed home."
"What do you mean, cheap labor?"
"I don't come free, Mr. Hummel."
"Oh," he countered, getting off his stepladder and moving towards me. "So you're calling yourself cheap? Maybe I should trade up – you know, like Blaine 2.0."
"Just shut up and kiss me." Kurt closed the distance between us, wrapping his arms around my neck, pressing us together tightly.
"Quit making out and finish decorating my tree," Burt said, coming in the front door, arms laden with grocery bags. Kurt rolled his eyes at his dad, who just stared back until Kurt finally caved and pulled more ornaments out of the box at our feet.
After a few minutes of silent decorating, I pulled a strand of tinsel out of one of the boxes, but instead of putting it on the tree, I crept up behind Kurt and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf. "What the…"
"It's a good look for you, baby. You should wear it all night," I said softly in his ear, as he spun around to face me.
"But it clashes with my outfit," he pointed out.
"Oh, that's okay. I think I can find another use for it." I unwound the tinsel, while still keeping it around his neck. I tugged gently on the ends that I held in my hands, tugging Kurt closer to me.
When he was mere inches from my lips, Kurt said, "We really have to finish the tree. It's not a Hummel family Christmas without my famous tree."
I sighed and dropped the tinsel. "You're right." I went over to the couch and lay down, covering my eyes with my arm. "Let me know when you're done."
"Oh, no, you don't," Kurt admonished, pulling me into a standing position. "You're going to help me and you're going to like it." And when he kissed my neck like that, I knew I would do anything he told me to do.
By the time the party was under way (I could totally understand the big deal Kurt and Burt were making over the Christmas tree – it was the first thing everyone who walked through the door commented on) I ended up sitting with Rachel in a corner while Finn and Kurt visited with relatives they hadn't seen in a while. "So what are you and your dads doing tomorrow?" I asked, watching Kurt laugh at something one of his relatives was saying. God, I loved it when he laughed.
"It's totally cliché, but we're going to eat Chinese and watch movies," she replied with a smile. "What about you? Are you gonna be here?" Rachel was the only one besides Kurt who'd seen firsthand the way my parents sometimes treated me. Once we'd needed to rehearse our lines for the musical and we couldn't go to her house, so we went to mine. My parents – as per usual – ignored me… until they heard Rachel talking. Then they started asking if she was my girlfriend, if I was "normal" again.
"Yeah, probably." We talked about things like school and glee club and our boyfriends until Kurt came up to us. "It lives," I joked, kissing Kurt just because I could. "I was beginning to think that you forgot about me."
"Never," Kurt, cheesy romantic that he was, said. "But there are some people you have to meet." He grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards people I'd never met. "Oh, and Rach? Finn's looking for you."
"Kitchen?" Rachel asked, laughing.
"Kitchen," Kurt confirmed. Rachel went off in search of her boyfriend while mine led me over to where his dad stood with another man and a woman, who had a little girl clutching her leg.
"Kurt!" the little girl said, letting go of the woman's (I assumed it was her mother) leg and raising her arms, begging Kurt to pick her up. Obviously, he complied.
"Hey, Brina," he said, one of the biggest smiles I'd ever seen crossing his face. "Have you been a good girl for Santa?"
"Uh huh," she said, nodding enthusiastically. "What about you?" Kurt gave me A Look that no one else would understand before nodding at the little girl he was holding. "Good," she declared before glancing at me. "Who's this?" she asked in that blunt way only little kids could get away with.
"This is Blaine," Kurt explained. "He's my boyfriend." I'd been with Kurt for nine months and eight days (not every guy forgets anniversaries and stuff like that, you know) and I still got this warm, tingling feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever he called me his boyfriend. I doubted that would ever go away, even when we'd been together for years as opposed to months.
"Do you, like, kiss him and stuff?" the little girl Kurt had called Brina asked in a stage-whisper.
"Yep," Kurt replied, leaning over to kiss me quickly. Then, realizing that he had yet to introduce me, he said, "Oh, sorry! Blaine, this is my uncle Andy, my aunt Helen, and my cousin Sabrina… but we just call her Brina," he added with a laugh when Brina made a face at her full name. "Guys, this is my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson." I shook his aunt and uncle's hands the way I'd learned to when my parents made me take etiquette classes when I was younger.
"Such a gentleman," Helen said with a smile.
"Nah," Kurt argued, glancing at me. "I mean, he pretends to be, but he's really just a huge dork." I wanted to shove him, but he was still holding Brina, so I settled for flicking his ear instead. "Ow!" he complained, glaring at me, causing everyone to laugh.
We talked to Helen and Andy for a little while longer before Kurt said that we needed to go meet other people. Helen reached for Brina, who just buried her face in Kurt's shoulder, not wanting to let go (I completely understood the feeling). "It's okay, Aunt Helen," Kurt said. "I can hold onto her for a little while." His aunt agreed and we walked away to talk to other Hummel family members. At one point, Kurt said, "Hey, Brina? My arms are starting to hurt. Would you mind going to see Blaine for a few minutes?"
"Kay," she murmured and I could tell she was on the fast track to sleep (how such a little girl could sleep on Christmas Eve was beyond me. When I was Brina's age, I was so hyper that sleep was not even an option). Kurt handed her to me and I shifted her to my hip and she quickly laid her head on my shoulder. "You smell pretty," she commented.
"Thanks." She didn't reply and I soon heard he breath even out, meaning that she'd fallen asleep. Excusing myself from a couple of Finn's cousins, I carried Brina into the seldom used den (the TV was broken in there, so Burt and Finn decided that there was no real use for the room) and gently laid her down on the couch, covering her with a nearby blanket.
"You're gonna be a great dad one day, you know that?" I turned to see Kurt leaning oh-so casually against the doorframe.
"Well, thanks. You are, too," I replied, thinking back on how he'd been with Brina earlier and with the kids at the homeless shelter earlier that week. We stood there for a minute, not even saying anything, but that was okay. We didn't need to talk – that was just the kind of relationship that we had.
After a long moment, I noticed something hanging above Kurt's head. Glancing up, I instantly recognized the green plant with a haphazardly tied red ribbon, which made me think that it was Finn who'd put it there. Trying not to let Kurt catch on to what I was doing, I stepped close to him and placed my hands in the place just above the waistband of his jeans where the fit so perfectly and kissed him. It was my first kiss under the mistletoe and it was totally cliché and everything that a mistletoe kiss should have been (well, except for that fact that the other party had no idea there was mistletoe there).
"Well, hello, there," Kurt said, pulling back, his lips red and eyes wide and shining. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that all about?"
"Ah," he said, comprehension dawning. "Mistletoe." He looked back to me, a grin on his face. "You know, I'm surprised you weren't worried about… Nargles or whatever those things in Harry Potter are called."
"I love you," was all I said, kissing him again, since we were still under the mistletoe and isn't that what you're supposed to do?
"KURT!" Finn yelled loudly, coming towards us at a pace so fast I started to get nervous.
"What, Finn?" he hissed. "And for the love of all that's good in this world, please keep your voice down. Brina's asleep." I turned and saw that the little girl was now awake and looking at us.
"Oops," he said, lowering his voice, though the damage had already been done. "But uh… Mom had asked me to keep an eye on the oven for her because she had to go to the store for… something. But then Rachel came in and I got uh… kinda distracted and now the oven's kinda sorta a little… on fire."
"And you walked away from it?" Kurt exhaled loudly through his nose. "Finn Hudson, I swear to God, you will be the death of me. Or the cause of my first worry line, at least, which pretty much amounts to the same thing." He shook his head and kissed my cheek swiftly. "I'll be right back."
"Come on, man," Finn practically whined. "I don't want the house to burn down because you were making out with your boyfriend." Kurt sighed but followed Finn out of the den anyway, his voice carrying back to me while he explained to his brother what constituted "making out".
"Psst, Blaine," I heard from behind me. I turned to see Brina waving me over. "Come here."
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" I asked, sitting down next to her. "Santa won't come if you're not asleep."
"How do you know?" she questioned, narrowing her eyes which for the first time I noticed were identical to Kurt's.
"He told me so," I said with a shrug. Everyone else called me an elf because of my height, so why not play it up for a six-year-old.
Brina waved me off. "I have something important to tell you, though."
"I guess I can ask him to make an exception for you, then. But only if it's super-duper important," I added for effect.
"It is," she vowed, crossing her heart.
"Well, I believe you. So what's up?"
"I like you," she said simply.
"Good. Because I like you, too." She smiled and I continued to notice the similarities between her and Kurt. "Anything else?"
"Uh huh. I hope Kurt doesn't break you because I think I might miss you." I laughed because I assumed that she meant that she hoped Kurt didn't break up with me.
"I don't think you have to worry about that."
"Blaine?" she asked, settling back into the couch. "Do you want to be with Kurt forever and ever and ever?"
Kurt walked back into the den, a bit of soot on his nose. He walked over to us and I pulled him down into my lap, eliciting a surprised squeak from him. "Yeah, I do."
"You do what?"
I wiped the soot off his nose with my thumb, then kissed the same spot. "Nothing, baby." I glanced back over to Brina, who'd fallen back to sleep. "Come on, let's get out of here and let her sleep." Kurt stood and pulled me from the room and upstairs, where we collapsed on his bed, tired from our long day. I yawned embarrassingly loud and Kurt chuckled.
"Go to sleep, little boy, or Santa won't come to bring you your presents." He was silent, contemplating. "Or maybe I should say coal, because you haven't been a very good boy lately, now have you?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively and I shoved him.
"If that's the case, then you haven't been very good, either. Which means no presents for Kurt."
Kurt shrugged it off. "What could a fat man in a horrendous red suit give me that I don't already have?"
"But that's the magic of Santa. You're supposed to ask him for something you never thought you'd get in your wildest dreams."
"I already have that, though," Kurt explained, one hand going to my hair. "I have you."
Didn't know how to end this, so I felt this was as good a place as any :)
Also, I don't know where Brina came from, but she just showed up on the page and I let her take over.
I would also like to extend an apology to you guys. I would love to update every day, but then I get to writing and it takes me longer than I originally had in mind. Like I said, I would love to give you daily updates, but I would also like to give you quality writing as opposed to quantity, so… yeah. Sorry about that.