Title: Sleigh Ride, chapter 1 – Come And Trim My Christmas Tree
Pairing: Kurt Hummel / Blaine
Rating: PG-13 for later chapters
Synopsis: Blaine has a Christmas surprise for Kurt. Klaine Christmas fluffiness.
Note: This story is set after “A Very Glee Christmas”
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Glee universe.
It’s my first non-HP fic! Enjoy!
At Dalton Academy, students are allowed to wear their own clothes on nights and weekends. Kurt, however, has grown really fond of the red and navy colour scheme, and often works it in his outfits.
Blaine was dialing a number he had written on a Post-It note. A feminine voice answered.
“Mercedes? It’s Blaine.”
“Hi! How d’you get my number?”
“I looked in Kurt’s phone while he was asleep. Listen, I’ve been trying to come up with an idea for Kurt’s Christmas gift, but nothing seems right. I can’t find anything that would really express what our… deep friendship means to me.”
“Friendship, huh?” Mercedes said sarcastically.
Blaine didn’t know what to say to that. It was common knowledge to all of his and Kurt’s friends that they’d become an item sooner or later, but neither of them dared to make the first move.
“So, do you think you can help me?” He finally said.
“Well, there is this one thing he’d dreamt of even since he was a kid…”
Blaine and Kurt were in the Dalton Academy common room. As members of the decorating committee, they had been assigned the responsibility of trimming the Christmas tree. Kurt was thrilled by this idea and had spent the last week making a collage to plan the theme of the tree. So far, they had put on blue lights and red tinsels. Kurt suddenly took hold of Blaine’s wrist, to stop him from hanging a bauble.
“What are you doing?” Blaine asked.
“You can’t hang this one! It’s not fitting the color scheme! Our theme is the school colors: navy and red.”
“Well, this bauble is red.”
“Yeah, but it has a green motif! It would destroy the entire palette.”
“You know, I love it when you act like a drama queen for such details,” Blaine said with a smirk.
At that moment, both of them became suddenly aware of the song playing on the radio. They both recognized the first measures of “their” song, the first duet they sang together, Baby It’s Cold Outside. Kurt suddenly noticed he was still holding Blaine’s wrist. He let it go at once, and Blaine felt the cold air hit him on the spot where Kurt’s hand has been. To hide his trouble, Kurt picked up another ornament, a navy and silver one.
“T-t-try this one, instead,” he said, looking at the tree rather than at Blaine.
Blaine took it absent-mindedly, staring at the side of Kurt’s face. Without even noticing, he started to sing along with the radio:`
“Beautiful, what’s your hurry?
Listen to the fireplace roar…”
Kurt slowly turned to him, a soft smile adorning his lips. He started to sing along:
“Well, maybe just a half a drink more…”
All the awkwardness seemed to have vanished. They resumed the trimming of the tree – according to Kurt’s plans, of course – singing every Christmas carol they could think of. After they put the final touch and Kurt deemed the tree perfect, they sat on one of the leather couches in front of the fireplace.
“So,” said Blaine. “Any plans for tomorrow?”
“Not really, I planned on wrapping some Christmas gifts, but it can wait…” Kurt answered, with an hopeful look on his face.
“Great, cause I’ve got a surprise for you! I’ll come get you to your room, tomorrow after lunch. You’ll need warm clothes!” He added, standing up to leave the room.