Once again I need to apologize for how long it has taken me to update this. Those of you who follow me on Tumblr know I recently lost my father in law. I married my best friend's big brother, so my father in law was as much a father to me growing up as my own father. It was a devastating loss both personally and to our family. Combine that with a real bitch of a case of writer's block and there you have it.
During this time I have gotten so many alerts on this story and reviews from people who are just finding it. I want to thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart. It really means a lot to me. And for those of you who have been with me all along, I love you all. I promise that while it may be slow going on the end of this story, it will never be abandoned. This chapter in unbeta'd and not proofread very well, so I apologize in advance for any errors and probable overuse of commas. I just wanted to get it posted! :D
This chapter also includes a prompt from the lovely reading-in-heels. If you want to see the post that spawned the idea you can go to reading-in-heels dot tumblr dotcom / post / 21365487841
Is anyone else excited for the upcoming episodes? And holy cow, season five and six? Klainer 21, baby!
As always, I don't own Glee or its characters.
David flopped down on a chair in the student lounge and groaned. "Tell me again why we decided it was a good idea to do a huge Christmas performance so close to midterms? Whose idea was this anyway?"
Jeff grinned as he patted David on the shoulder. "That would be your best friend, dude. The Dread Pirate Wesley. Our fearless leader."
"Not looking so fearless right now," Nick interjected, motioning with his chin toward the hallway where Wes had just run through the doorway with eyes wide and looking as though the devil himself was in close pursuit. He spotted them watching him in amazement and veered in their direction.
"Oh my god, hide me, you guys," Wes panted as he skidded to a stop next to David's chair and looked around in a panic.
David rubbed his forehead and gave a long suffering sigh. "What did you do now?" He watched in amazement as Wes dropped to the floor and crawled behind his chair.
"Why do you always assume it's my fault?" Wes whined as he tried to make himself as small as possible.
Nick snorted. "I can't believe you just said that. Like we don't know you or something. Of course it's your fault. Now come on, 'fess up."
"At least tell us who's trying to kill you so we can decide if it's worth us getting involved," Jeff laughed. "Because I'll be real honest, if you've pissed Kurt off again, I might go for Team Switzerland and stay out of that shit altogether."
"Oh my god, you did NOT just make a Twilight reference!" squawked Nick indignantly. "Dude, I can't even look at you right now!"
David rolled his eyes. "And you recognized said reference. I can't look at either of you. Now," he said as he turned in his chair to face Wes, "explain yourself."
"Fine," Wes huffed as he settled on the floor and pulled his knees to his chest. "I had gone into the music room to finalize the finale for our performance, just minding my own business. When I walk in, I see Kurt laying on that couch we have in there. Didn't think anything of it, hell, I've caught a nap in there on free period before myself. We're all tired with midterms and practices, and I'm sure if Kurt is half as worn out as I am from his constant eye sexing of Blaine, he has to be fucking exhausted. So, I'm trying to be considerate-shut the fuck up, Jeff," he snapped as Jeff failed to cover a snort of laughter. "ANYWAY, I'm trying to be quiet and let him sleep, I'm only gonna be there for a few minutes, right? So there I am, working as quick as I can so I can get out of there when he starts fucking dry humping the couch."
"What?" yelped David in shock.
Wes nodded. "I'm not even finished! So I think he must be having a sex dream or something. I'm trying to figure out how to try to wake him without embarrassing both of us when all of a sudden I see another arm pop out from under him that isn't his."
"Fuck me, Blaine was there, too, wasn't he?" cackled Jeff.
"Totally! I mean, shit got heavy fast, too. We're talking belts being unbuckled and pants unzipped, heavy breathing, the whole shebang. They are practically fucking right there on the couch in the music room! And I'm just sitting there fucking paralyzed, wondering what the hell I'm supposed to do," Wes said, gesturing with his hands. "Like, do I announce my presence? Make noise so they know I'm there? Or try to sneak out without them noticing me?"
Nick made a small noise of outrage. "They were making out on the Warbler couch? Dude, I'm never gonna be able to sit there again. I liked sitting on that couch! Do you think the janitorial staff would clean it?"
David ignored Nick and narrowed his eyes at Wes shrewdly. "So...what DID you do, if you are currently running for your life? Seeing as you seem to have some sort of death wish where Kurt is concerned?"
Wes' reply was cut of by the door being pushed open and an outraged and slightly disheveled Kurt Hummel storming into the lounge, eyes blazing with irritation and holding a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. Wes whimpered softly and slouched down further on the floor as he tried to make himself smaller.
"Where is he? Wes, you asshole, I'm sure you're in here somewhere! You get your ass out here!" he shouted.
"Kurt! Hey, how's it going?" grinned Jeff as he stretched his legs ever so slightly, pointing his toes toward where Wes huddled on the floor behind David's chair. Wes scowled at him from behind David's chair, his eyes promising retribution.
Kurt stalked over to them and glared at David, who looked like he would rather be anywhere else at the moment. "Where is he, David? I'm going to kill him and I would just as soon not have to take you down with him."
"Now, Kurt, let's not be hasty," David replied in a soothing voice as he made calming motions with his hands and shifted slightly to keep Wes hidden. "Why don't you tell me what's going on and why you are once again struck with the need to kill your roomie and friend."
"Friend!" snorted Kurt. "Would any sort of friend have done this?" he demanded as he thrust the crumpled piece of paper he held in David's face. "Read it. Tell me that isn't creepy."
David smoothed the paper and looked at it. There, in Wes' distinctive scrawl, was written:
Thanks for the show, figured I should pay you guys for it.
"Oh, Wes." Rolling his eyes heavenward and sighing, David began to try again to calm Kurt, hoping to prevent bloodshed and possible castration of a particular dumbass lead Warbler while he slept. "Okay, so I admit, this is both incredibly rude and rather crass, but-"
"He put money in the note and threw it at us as he ran out the door, David," complained Kurt.
Jeff perked up. "Oh yeah? How much? OUCH! Damn it, Nick, what the hell was that for?" he complained, rubbing his head where Nick had smacked him.
"Not helping, asswipe!" hissed Nick, watching as Kurt's cheeks darkened to a deeper flush and his eyes snapped icy blue fire.
Kurt reached into his pocket and pulled out two crumpled hundred dollar bills. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a moment before breathing out a deep breath. "Okay, you know what? Fine. Fine! I know you're in here somewhere and you can hear me, dickweed. I want you to know I'm keeping your money and I'll use it in some way I see fit. Maybe I'll use it to Christmas shop, or maybe I'll use it to buy sex toys and porn. Just watch me sexile you at least three times a week until the end of the school year. Maybe I'll do something with you in the room, since you seem to enjoy it so. I'll make sure you hear it all, too. You'll know first hand which one of us is the dirty talker and which one is the screamer." He turned on his heel and stomped off, making sure to slam the door behind him.
Jeff, Nick and David all looked at each other for a moment before bursting out into shaky laughter.
"Jesus Christ, Wes, you sure do know how to pick the hill you wanna die on!" Nick laughed somewhat hysterically. "Thank god you didn't offer to be manager for their Internet porn career or something, else Kurt might have shoved your balls so far up your ass that when you open your mouth to brush your teeth you could scratch them at the same time!"
Wes crawled out from behind David's chair and stood up, eyeing the door warily as if he expected Kurt to come barreling back in at any moment. "He looks like such a nice guy. You'd never think he was hiding a serial killer underneath that schoolboy image."
The Warblers' performance at the Christmas Extravaganza was a huge hit. True to prediction, Kurt and Blaine's rendition of Baby, It's Cold Outside was a crowd favorite and garnered some of the wildest and loudest applause of the night. They did two curtain calls after singing, and the Warblers did two encores.
On the way back to Dalton, Kurt and Blaine sat together cuddled in a seat. Blaine lay with his head on Kurt's shoulder and Kurt had his arm around Blaine, resting his head on top of Blaine's.
"Are you packed and ready to leave tomorrow?" Kurt asked softly, reaching his other hand to take one of Blaine's. "I figure we can leave early and grab breakfast on the way. Dad and Carol won't care if we take a nap once we get to my house."
Blaine stirred slightly and snuffled sleepily. "Yeah, I have everything ready to go. I figure I'll do my shopping with you, if that's okay?"
Kurt smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's temple. "Absolutely. I would love for you to go shop with me. But what about gifts for each other? I can't buy your present with you right there next to me. Maybe I can get Cedes and Tina to meet us out and they can keep us company while we shop for each other."
"What makes you think I don't have your gift already?" Blaine teased.
Kurt felt his face grow hot with a blush. "Oh! Well, I still need to shop for you, so I'm sure Dad won't mind if you stay with him while I-"
"Kurt, I'm only teasing you," Blaine said as he leaned up to press a kiss to Kurt's jawline. "I know what I want to get you but I don't have it yet. I want to shop with you and I am really stoked about hanging out with your friends."
Kurt smiled and squeezed Blaine's hand tighter. "I'm glad. Thankfully I got some of my shopping done online, so we don't have to brave the mall madness for too long. There are just a few more things I need to get. What about you?"
Blaine shrugged his shoulders. "I usually give my parents gift cards. So I don't have much to do, really. I'm along to buy your gift, keep you company and carry your shopping bags. And ogle you in the changing rooms if the opportunity presents itself."
"Deal. You can ogle me anytime, baby," Kurt snickered. "I'll put on a show just for you."
Blaine hummed in approval as he closed his eyes and dozed against Kurt's shoulder.
When they arrived at Dalton, it was late. The exhausted Warblers piled off the bus, each grateful that it was over, including Wes, who was already planning the Regionals practice schedule for when they got back after holiday. Kurt called out a soft reminder about caroling with the New Directions over break as everyone trudged to their rooms, too tired to joke around, meet in the lounge, or even raid the kitchen.
Kurt walked Blaine to his room and gave him a soft kiss and a teasing pat on the butt before heading for his own bed. He gave brief thought to just sleeping in his clothes, he was so tired, but he knew it would be uncomfortable after a while. He stripped down quickly and opted just to sleep in his tshirt and boxers. Brushing his teeth took only a short time and Kurt looked briefly at his facial products before deciding it wouldn't kill him to put it off til morning and made a note to set his alarm for earlier to accommodate. Wes was already snoring in his own bed when Kurt crawled into his own bed with a low groan at the sheer amazingness of his pillows and blankets.
The next morning when Kurt got downstairs to the dining area Blaine was already there with a huge grin on his face. He was packed and ready to go, and Kurt gave him a fond smile.
"Excited much?" he teased as he put his own duffel bag down next to Blaine's.
Blaine blushed a little as his smile turned sheepish. "Yes, actually. This is the first Christmas in a long time that I'll be spending with someone other then my grandmother or being alone."
Kurt stared wordlessly at Blaine for a moment, his heart aching at the idea of Blaine being so lonely at Christmas. "I'm sorry," he blurted out.
"For what?" Blaine asked, looking confused.
Kurt shook his head and tried to make sense of his own words. "Just...no one should be alone at Christmas. I'm sorry that you've been alone before. And I want you to know that I will always want you with me at Christmas, okay?"
Blaine's eyes softened and he gave Kurt an adoring smile. "Me, too. About you."
"Let's get this show on the road so we can get to my house and snuggle. I still vote we stop for breakfast on the way instead of eating here." Kurt shouldered his bag and waited for Blaine to get his own bag before taking his hand and walking out to his Navigator.
Later that afternoon, fortified with a long nap, lunch with Carol and coffee from the Lima Bean, Kurt and Blaine went to the mall. Kurt frowned at the full parking lot and sighed.
"Crap. I knew it would be crowded but was hoping it wouldn't be quite this bad," he grumbled as he scoured the parking lot for a spot that wasn't all the way at the end of the rows. He made a small noise of triumph when he spotted someone pulling out closer to the entrance and hit the gas to move in before anyone else could take the space.
As they got out, Kurt gave Blaine a small smile of apology. "We won't be here long. It's too crowded. Stay close to me, okay? Tina and Mercedes will meet us at the food court in an hour to give us the chance to shop for each other." Blaine nodded in silent agreement. Neither of them felt comfortable holding hands openly here where there were so many people around.
They made their way through the crowded mall, window shopping along the way and ducking in and out of stores to look around. True to his word, Blaine carried the growing collection of bags as Kurt made his purchases. They stopped at a bench on the lower floor to give Kurt the chance to check over his list.
"Let's see. Dad, Carol, Finn..." Kurt murmured as he scrolled through the list app on his phone. Suddenly a voice rang out, causing him to freeze, eyes widening in shock and panic.
"What are you doing here?"
Blaine looked at Kurt in concern before whipping around to see who was talking to them. A large guy wearing a McKinley High letterman's jacket was striding toward them with a sneer on his face.
Kurt stood straighter and narrowed his eyes. "We're here shopping for Christmas, Karofsky. Same as everyone else," he stated, his voice sounding a little forced. He noticed Blaine's startled reaction to realizing that standing before them was none other than one David Karofsky, the bully who had once forced Kurt into a very unwilling kiss.
Karofsky looked pointedly at the Frederick's of Hollywood across from them and crossed his arms. "Lingerie, huh? Why am I not surprised? This your boyfriend, Hummel? I was on my way to the sporting goods store to buy some new weights when I got word you two were here spreading your fairy dust all over the place."
"Would you just give it up?" Blaine snapped, looking furious. "You can live whatever lie you want, but don't pretend that the three of us don't know what's really going on here." He smirked in satisfaction when Karofsky went pale as he realized that Blaine knew something. The panic was quickly replace by anger.
"You don't know squat, butt boy," Karofsky snarled.
Blaine's eyes snapped with green fire and before he knew what he was doing, he stepped forward and shoved Karofsky, putting himself between the big jock and Kurt. He dropped into a fighter's stance, ready to defend Kurt and himself if needed. Hours of boxing and fight club hadn't been for nothing, after all.
Karofsky started to come after Blaine, but suddenly someone stepped in between them. Blaine was surprised to recognize Santana.
"Hey, hey! Break it up!" she yelled. "This is no place for this bullshit."
"You're real brave with your fists," Kurt said as he stepped forward, "but you're a coward when it comes to the truth.
Santana looked bewildered as she glanced between them. "Truth about what?" she asked.
"None of your business, J-Lo," Karofsky snapped.
Santana narrowed her eyes and glared at him. "First of all, anything you do became my business when you decided to toss that slushie up in my grill." Kurt gave her a surprised sideways glance.
"I think I can take a couple of queers and a girl," Karofsky scoffed.
Santana smirked and raised one finger as she stepped closer to the hulking jock, much to his discomfiture. "Ha, but see, here's what's gonna go down. Two choices: you stay here and I crack one of your nuts, right or left, that's your choice. Or you walk away and live to be a douchebag another day." She gestured to her long hair, which was hanging loose around her shoulders. "Oh, and also? I have razor blades hidden in my hair. Mmmhmm tons, just all up in there."
Karofsky stepped back, looking warily at her. "You guys are crazy!" He turned on his heel and stalked away.
"That's what I thought," Santana said as she turned back to Kurt and Blaine with a smile. "You guys okay?"
Kurt stared at her for a moment before bursting out laughing. "Santana, you really are something else."
"Just so you know, we could have handled that. Totally under control," Blaine grinned at her.
Santana nodded her head as a genuine smile crossed her face. "I never doubted you, hobbit. But it was more fun doing it together." She pulled out her phone to send a text. "Rumor has it you two are meeting Tina and Mercedes so you can shop for each other, so I figured I'd tag along and give you my suggestions. I haven't steered you wrong yet."
Kurt grinned even as he blushed. "This is also true. Okay, let's get moving. The food court is on the other side of the mall from here and we're supposed to meet up in ten minutes."
Blaine rolled his eyes with amusement as he gathered the shopping bags and followed them in the direction of the food court.
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