Hello and Kurt/Blaine christmas fic
Dec. 27th, 2010 10:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
signe_chanWell, Merry chrismas friends list. Hello and thank you to the people who friended me back from the Kurt Rachel friendship friending meme. I look forward to getting to know you XD I'm sorry this wasn't posted on christmas. That's mainly becasue at about 11:30 PM christmas eve our internet went down and it's just come back on, so now I have late christmas fic. Yay.
Media: Fanfiction
Title: Couldn't be happier – A Christmas fic
Rating: PG
Spoilers (If any): I guess some for the end of Furt
Warnings (If any): Excessive sap
Word Count: 1918
Summary: Ten years later and Kurt and Blaine meet in a supermarket.
“Kurt Hummel!”
Kurt looked up from the pint of milk he'd been contemplating (well, not so much contemplating as gazing past while he weighed up the benefits of full fat. It was Christmas after all) and he had to stare at the figure looking at him next to the cheese for a full thirty seconds before it clicked.
“Blaine,” he whispered, and the other man grinned, then stepped forward, offering Kurt his hand to shake. Kurt gave him a funny look and stepped past the hand, pulling Blaine into a brief hug.
“I just...it's been years,” Kurt said, gesturing a little as he did. “How are you?”
“I'm fine,” Blaine said, smiling a little. “How are you?”
“I'm fine,” Kurt replied, sensing the lie in Blaine's reply as he slipped the lie into his own. It wasn't that he wasn't fine it was just that...well... He adjusted the shopping basket on his arm and tried to focus on the positive. “You need to give me your number, we need to meet up some time! I mean...if you want to...”
“Of course I want to,” Blaine said with a laugh. “I...it's a long story but I tried to write to you last year but I didn't get a reply.”
“No, you wouldn't,” Kurt said softly, and he must have let some of the sadness he hadn't wanted to feel into his voice as Blaine reached over and gently squeezed his arm, and it was so casual and natural it was almost as if it hadn't been nearly ten years since they last did this. “Anyway, I don't want to bore you with that now. You must be stocking up at the last minute for Christmas like I am, anything exciting?”
“Nah,” Blaine said, glancing down at his basket with a rueful smile. It was mostly stacked with the kind of junk food Kurt almost never let himself eat, with some cranberries sat on the top. “It's been, well, it's been a busy year. I'm just having Christmas by myself this time.”
“Me too,” Kurt said with a sigh, glancing down at the cranberries in his own basket. “I just...I just don't have the energy this year for...for the entire thing.”
“I know what you mean,” Blaine said with a dark chuckle. Then they looked up and met each others eyes and Blaine was smiling but it wasn't a real smile and Kurt wanted to make that look stop, even after all this time.
“Hey, do you want to come to mine? You don't have to,” Kurt said quickly, flushing a little. “I just...It'd be nice to catch up and if you've got nowhere else to be...”
“That does sound nice,” Blaine said, reaching over to squeeze Kurt's hand softly. “Yeah, let's do that.”
They finished up the shopping with the discovery that this shop was only on Blaine's driving route while Kurt lived in walking distance so they'd be eating Kurt's food, so they needed a little more and, of course, Blaine insisted on paying for all those groceries as his contribution.
They took Blaine's car and left it outside Kurt's apartment block and it was only as they were climbing the stairs that Kurt got self-conscious about the place. It wasn't...it wasn't perfect. But it served him fine.
He needn't have worried. Blaine didn't comment, just made his way to the kitchen and set in making sauce. They kept the conversation as they cooked and ate light, sticking to reminiscing about high school, mostly Kurt's brief stint at Dalton, and Blaine catching Kurt up on where their friends from back then were now.
They ate and washed and Kurt poured wine and it was all so natural, so pleasant, that it was just ridiculous. It was like Kurt had never left Dalton. Like the last nine and a half years just didn't count.
“So,” Blaine asked, finally, nursing his hot chocolate in his hands. “Why wouldn't I reach you at your old address? Did your dad move?”
“Not exactly,” Kurt replied, wincing slightly. The question had caught him of guard, though he should have been expecting something like that. He glanced over at the picture on the side table of him with his Dad and Carole and he sighed.
“Hey, if you don't want to...”
“No,” Kurt said with a little sigh. “I should tell you. My dad had another heart attack three of so years back and he didn't make it.
“Oh Kurt,” Blaine mumbled, and Kurt let himself be pulled into a loose hug, leaning a little against Blaine's shoulder.
“It's ok,” he whispered. “It doesn't...it doesn't hurt like it used to. I mean, sometimes I even forget...not my dad of course but that I'm meant to be upset about it.” Blaine made another one of those sounds and pulled Kurt closer and Kurt let him. “Anyway, Carole stayed there for a year then moved to San Francisco to be near Finn and Santana and their kids so, yeah.”
“Is...is that why you're spending Christmas alone?” Blaine asked, and his tone was so tentative it made Kurt chuckle.
“No, don't worry,” he said, wiping at his eyes where a few tears had escaped, like they always did when he talked about his dad. “I was working up to yesterday and I will be again the day after boxing day, there was no time to get down there or Carole would have loved to have me. Some friends invited me round but, really, I just wanted a quiet Christmas this year.”
“I'm sorry,” Blaine mumbled. “Want me to go?”
“Oh, don't be stupid,” Kurt said with a laugh, tugging gently at a curl of Blaine's hair. “Your turn now. Why so alone on Christmas?”
“Actually, it's kind of...sad. Like pitiful, not sad. You remember Mike?”
“Your boyfriend?” Kurt said, trying to smile. Of course he remembered Mike. His heart had broken when he'd found about about Mike after clumsily confessing to Blaine.
“Not any more,” Blaine said with a sigh. “It's...it's kind of pitiful. You know, I put up with a lot of shit from him for years. He cheat on me and lied to me and even had a child with some girl and I didn't complain, then a couple to years ago on Christmas day he just left. Apparently he decided to marry the girl he had a kid with and I haven't seen him since. It tends...it tends to get me a bit depressed around Christmas.”
“Well shit,” Kurt blurted, squeezing Blaine's shoulders, “That guy was an ass. I'd have never done that to you.”
“I know,” Blaine said with a rueful smile, the reached up to ruffle Kurt's hand, causing an indignant squawk and a quick play-fight on the couch that somehow ended with them laying on the chair arm, Blaine's head resting on Kurt's shoulder. They sat in silence for a moment, and somehow it wasn't awkward or strange like it should have been. For Kurt, it felt almost like coming home. Blaine had been his biggest heart break, he'd never had one like it since, and it seemed that once you love someone so blindly and so totally you never really stop loving them.
“My question again?” Blaine asked, and Kurt shrugged. “Ok, what do you do in New York? I can't...I mean, I just can't believe you've been in the same city all this time.”
“Since graduating college,” Kurt confirmed, smiling. “I'm an actor. Broadway, mostly. Do you remember Rachel from my old Glee club? I'm playing Fiyero to her Elphaba in Wicked at the moment.”
“Seriously?” Blaine asked, pulling back to give him a giant smile. “I'm so glad. Your voice is so awesome, I'm glad people are getting to hear it.”
“Thanks,” Kurt replied, flushing slightly. “Sadly, I don't have the range I used to...and Broadway isn't everything I hoped it would be but Rachel's a good friend and, well, it is my dream come true.”
“So, you couldn't be happier?” Blaine quipped, and Kurt batted at his head, refusing to let himself giggle. “I have a job in marketing,” Blaine supplied without being prompted. “Working for my dad.”
“That must suck. Working for your dad, I mean,” Kurt said, daring to run his fingers through the tangled curls of Blaine's hair.
“Yeah,” Blaine sighed, shifting a little. “I mean, the works ok, I'm challenged, but it's not what I dreamed about when I was a kid. Not that many people get to do their dream jobs. My dad's still angling to have Martyn take over the company, but I'm being trained up as second choice if he dies or something.”
Kurt nodded, remembering Blaine's perfect older brother and how Blaine had hated even the mention of his name. At least he didn't seem to hate him so much now.
“Hey,” Blaine said reaching his hand over to lace fingers with the hand Kurt wasn't running through his hair. “Did I ever tell you in high school that I was in love with you?”
“No,” Kurt mumbled, flushing. “If you remember, it was me making the confessions. Besides, I thought you loved Mike?”
“Oh, I did,” Blaine said, smiling. “You messed me up big time. I loved Mike, but I did love you too. I mean, damn Kurt, you were perfect and you were right there. And they you confessed to me and...just damn.”
“Sorry,” Kurt mumbled, though he didn't really mean it. Blaine reached up and gently stroked his cheek, tilting his head back so they could meet each others eyes.
“Don't be sorry. I was...I was really happy that you told me. I only wish I could have told you back...”
“It would have saved me a lot of heart ache,” Kurt mumbled, flushing. “I mean, you broke my heart, Blaine.”
“I know,” Blaine mumbled, sitting up and little and pulling Kurt over so Kurt was the one doing the leaning. “I never...I never wanted to hurt you. I mean, do you know I used to write songs back then? I have all the notebooks I wrote in back at my flat and some of the things I wrote, about you and about Mike and about how I didn't want to hurt either of you but...”
“It's ok,” Kurt whispered, it was a long time ago.
And then Blaine was touching his cheek gently and they were so close and really it was only such a small movement of his head and they were kissing. Soft and gentle and so like a first kiss, like the first kiss Kurt had dreamed about his in high school fantasies.
“Do you believe in fate?” Blaine asked when they pulled away. Kurt grinned at him and shook his head.
“No, I don't. But I do believe that you don't get chances like this often and we'd be fools to let it go twice. Do you want to...do you want to try?”
“Not just try,” Blaine said, smiling at him softly. “I want to never plan another Christmas alone.”
And his wish came true.
Media: Fanfiction
Title: Couldn't be happier – A Christmas fic
Rating: PG
Spoilers (If any): I guess some for the end of Furt
Warnings (If any): Excessive sap
Word Count: 1918
Summary: Ten years later and Kurt and Blaine meet in a supermarket.
“Kurt Hummel!”
Kurt looked up from the pint of milk he'd been contemplating (well, not so much contemplating as gazing past while he weighed up the benefits of full fat. It was Christmas after all) and he had to stare at the figure looking at him next to the cheese for a full thirty seconds before it clicked.
“Blaine,” he whispered, and the other man grinned, then stepped forward, offering Kurt his hand to shake. Kurt gave him a funny look and stepped past the hand, pulling Blaine into a brief hug.
“I just...it's been years,” Kurt said, gesturing a little as he did. “How are you?”
“I'm fine,” Blaine said, smiling a little. “How are you?”
“I'm fine,” Kurt replied, sensing the lie in Blaine's reply as he slipped the lie into his own. It wasn't that he wasn't fine it was just that...well... He adjusted the shopping basket on his arm and tried to focus on the positive. “You need to give me your number, we need to meet up some time! I mean...if you want to...”
“Of course I want to,” Blaine said with a laugh. “I...it's a long story but I tried to write to you last year but I didn't get a reply.”
“No, you wouldn't,” Kurt said softly, and he must have let some of the sadness he hadn't wanted to feel into his voice as Blaine reached over and gently squeezed his arm, and it was so casual and natural it was almost as if it hadn't been nearly ten years since they last did this. “Anyway, I don't want to bore you with that now. You must be stocking up at the last minute for Christmas like I am, anything exciting?”
“Nah,” Blaine said, glancing down at his basket with a rueful smile. It was mostly stacked with the kind of junk food Kurt almost never let himself eat, with some cranberries sat on the top. “It's been, well, it's been a busy year. I'm just having Christmas by myself this time.”
“Me too,” Kurt said with a sigh, glancing down at the cranberries in his own basket. “I just...I just don't have the energy this year for...for the entire thing.”
“I know what you mean,” Blaine said with a dark chuckle. Then they looked up and met each others eyes and Blaine was smiling but it wasn't a real smile and Kurt wanted to make that look stop, even after all this time.
“Hey, do you want to come to mine? You don't have to,” Kurt said quickly, flushing a little. “I just...It'd be nice to catch up and if you've got nowhere else to be...”
“That does sound nice,” Blaine said, reaching over to squeeze Kurt's hand softly. “Yeah, let's do that.”
They finished up the shopping with the discovery that this shop was only on Blaine's driving route while Kurt lived in walking distance so they'd be eating Kurt's food, so they needed a little more and, of course, Blaine insisted on paying for all those groceries as his contribution.
They took Blaine's car and left it outside Kurt's apartment block and it was only as they were climbing the stairs that Kurt got self-conscious about the place. It wasn't...it wasn't perfect. But it served him fine.
He needn't have worried. Blaine didn't comment, just made his way to the kitchen and set in making sauce. They kept the conversation as they cooked and ate light, sticking to reminiscing about high school, mostly Kurt's brief stint at Dalton, and Blaine catching Kurt up on where their friends from back then were now.
They ate and washed and Kurt poured wine and it was all so natural, so pleasant, that it was just ridiculous. It was like Kurt had never left Dalton. Like the last nine and a half years just didn't count.
“So,” Blaine asked, finally, nursing his hot chocolate in his hands. “Why wouldn't I reach you at your old address? Did your dad move?”
“Not exactly,” Kurt replied, wincing slightly. The question had caught him of guard, though he should have been expecting something like that. He glanced over at the picture on the side table of him with his Dad and Carole and he sighed.
“Hey, if you don't want to...”
“No,” Kurt said with a little sigh. “I should tell you. My dad had another heart attack three of so years back and he didn't make it.
“Oh Kurt,” Blaine mumbled, and Kurt let himself be pulled into a loose hug, leaning a little against Blaine's shoulder.
“It's ok,” he whispered. “It doesn't...it doesn't hurt like it used to. I mean, sometimes I even forget...not my dad of course but that I'm meant to be upset about it.” Blaine made another one of those sounds and pulled Kurt closer and Kurt let him. “Anyway, Carole stayed there for a year then moved to San Francisco to be near Finn and Santana and their kids so, yeah.”
“Is...is that why you're spending Christmas alone?” Blaine asked, and his tone was so tentative it made Kurt chuckle.
“No, don't worry,” he said, wiping at his eyes where a few tears had escaped, like they always did when he talked about his dad. “I was working up to yesterday and I will be again the day after boxing day, there was no time to get down there or Carole would have loved to have me. Some friends invited me round but, really, I just wanted a quiet Christmas this year.”
“I'm sorry,” Blaine mumbled. “Want me to go?”
“Oh, don't be stupid,” Kurt said with a laugh, tugging gently at a curl of Blaine's hair. “Your turn now. Why so alone on Christmas?”
“Actually, it's kind of...sad. Like pitiful, not sad. You remember Mike?”
“Your boyfriend?” Kurt said, trying to smile. Of course he remembered Mike. His heart had broken when he'd found about about Mike after clumsily confessing to Blaine.
“Not any more,” Blaine said with a sigh. “It's...it's kind of pitiful. You know, I put up with a lot of shit from him for years. He cheat on me and lied to me and even had a child with some girl and I didn't complain, then a couple to years ago on Christmas day he just left. Apparently he decided to marry the girl he had a kid with and I haven't seen him since. It tends...it tends to get me a bit depressed around Christmas.”
“Well shit,” Kurt blurted, squeezing Blaine's shoulders, “That guy was an ass. I'd have never done that to you.”
“I know,” Blaine said with a rueful smile, the reached up to ruffle Kurt's hand, causing an indignant squawk and a quick play-fight on the couch that somehow ended with them laying on the chair arm, Blaine's head resting on Kurt's shoulder. They sat in silence for a moment, and somehow it wasn't awkward or strange like it should have been. For Kurt, it felt almost like coming home. Blaine had been his biggest heart break, he'd never had one like it since, and it seemed that once you love someone so blindly and so totally you never really stop loving them.
“My question again?” Blaine asked, and Kurt shrugged. “Ok, what do you do in New York? I can't...I mean, I just can't believe you've been in the same city all this time.”
“Since graduating college,” Kurt confirmed, smiling. “I'm an actor. Broadway, mostly. Do you remember Rachel from my old Glee club? I'm playing Fiyero to her Elphaba in Wicked at the moment.”
“Seriously?” Blaine asked, pulling back to give him a giant smile. “I'm so glad. Your voice is so awesome, I'm glad people are getting to hear it.”
“Thanks,” Kurt replied, flushing slightly. “Sadly, I don't have the range I used to...and Broadway isn't everything I hoped it would be but Rachel's a good friend and, well, it is my dream come true.”
“So, you couldn't be happier?” Blaine quipped, and Kurt batted at his head, refusing to let himself giggle. “I have a job in marketing,” Blaine supplied without being prompted. “Working for my dad.”
“That must suck. Working for your dad, I mean,” Kurt said, daring to run his fingers through the tangled curls of Blaine's hair.
“Yeah,” Blaine sighed, shifting a little. “I mean, the works ok, I'm challenged, but it's not what I dreamed about when I was a kid. Not that many people get to do their dream jobs. My dad's still angling to have Martyn take over the company, but I'm being trained up as second choice if he dies or something.”
Kurt nodded, remembering Blaine's perfect older brother and how Blaine had hated even the mention of his name. At least he didn't seem to hate him so much now.
“Hey,” Blaine said reaching his hand over to lace fingers with the hand Kurt wasn't running through his hair. “Did I ever tell you in high school that I was in love with you?”
“No,” Kurt mumbled, flushing. “If you remember, it was me making the confessions. Besides, I thought you loved Mike?”
“Oh, I did,” Blaine said, smiling. “You messed me up big time. I loved Mike, but I did love you too. I mean, damn Kurt, you were perfect and you were right there. And they you confessed to me and...just damn.”
“Sorry,” Kurt mumbled, though he didn't really mean it. Blaine reached up and gently stroked his cheek, tilting his head back so they could meet each others eyes.
“Don't be sorry. I was...I was really happy that you told me. I only wish I could have told you back...”
“It would have saved me a lot of heart ache,” Kurt mumbled, flushing. “I mean, you broke my heart, Blaine.”
“I know,” Blaine mumbled, sitting up and little and pulling Kurt over so Kurt was the one doing the leaning. “I never...I never wanted to hurt you. I mean, do you know I used to write songs back then? I have all the notebooks I wrote in back at my flat and some of the things I wrote, about you and about Mike and about how I didn't want to hurt either of you but...”
“It's ok,” Kurt whispered, it was a long time ago.
And then Blaine was touching his cheek gently and they were so close and really it was only such a small movement of his head and they were kissing. Soft and gentle and so like a first kiss, like the first kiss Kurt had dreamed about his in high school fantasies.
“Do you believe in fate?” Blaine asked when they pulled away. Kurt grinned at him and shook his head.
“No, I don't. But I do believe that you don't get chances like this often and we'd be fools to let it go twice. Do you want to...do you want to try?”
“Not just try,” Blaine said, smiling at him softly. “I want to never plan another Christmas alone.”
And his wish came true.
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