
July 15, 2012, 8:09 a.m.
July 15, 2012, 8:09 a.m.
"You know Kurt, if that Anderson kid is your boyfriend, you can tell us." Brittany said, taking a seat on Kurt's bed next to him and Santana while taking a bite out of a chocolate covered strawberry.
"Yeah," Santana agreed, lacing her fingers with Brittany's.
Kurt shrugged and blushed a rosy pink. "Guys—it was a onetime thing. Just a few pecks here and there one night." He plucked a strawberry off of the tray sitting in front of him on his neatly made up bed and took a bite out of it. He reached up to his chin and wiped off a dribble of strawberry juice that had left his mouth and trailed down his face. "Plus, he hasn't even mentioned it, and it's been what? Practically two weeks since we kissed?" He asked, already knowing he was correct.
Both Santana and Brittany grumbled in agreement and they sat there silently for a few moments, nibbling off of the snack they had made.
Suddenly, Brittany asked, "What are you getting him for Christmas, Kurt?"
Again, he shrugged his shoulders. "Honestly, I have no idea." He crossed his legs underneath him and plucked another strawberry in his mouth. He turned in the general direction of his two best friends and thought about whether he should actually get Blaine something, or not.
Christmas is only a mere two weeks way, and Kurt had all his shopping done—thanks to the help from his friends and his father when needed. The thought had played over in his head multiple times while he'd been out shopping—Would Blaine like this? Should I get him this? If I do, what would he think of it?—but he had never gone through with it. He'd never gotten the courage to ask Burt if he thought Blaine might like the ideas he had in mind, so he just discouraged the thought and put it in the far corner of his mind.
"Well, it should be something pretty." Brittany simply stated.
Kurt let out a laugh and his shoulders shook. Santana nudged him playfully and he had to grab onto the edge of the bed before he toppled over onto the ground. He shook his head and immediately had to reach his hand up to stop his glasses from falling off of his face. They had always been a bit big, so he'd gotten used to having to make sure they stayed on his face at all times.
After hours of lying around, eating more snacks, gossiping, listening to music, and talking about their Christmas plans Santana and Brittany decided it was time for their departure for the day.
"See you around," said Santana as she pulled Kurt off of his bed and into a tight hug. He smiled when he breathed in the familiar scent of cocoa and honey.
Brittany came next, practically strangling him with the tightness of her hug. "Love you, Kurt." She said once he pressed his face against her neck and, again, breathed in the scent of fruits and shea butter.
"Love you too, Britt."
After that, he sprawled back onto his bed and took a nap, only to be startled awake hours later by a horrendous nightmare closely resembling his accident that happened only a year ago.
"You really think I should get him something?" Blaine asked, pulling out a chair from the kitchen table and sitting down. He looked down at the food on his plate and took a bite out of the macaroni.
Cooper mumbled something Blaine couldn't understand due to the food in his mouth. His brother pointed his fork at him, pushed his hair out of his face and swallowed his food. "Yes."
Blaine rolled his eyes. Of course the idea had mulled over in his mind dozens of times when he'd been out shopping. A scarf here or there would make him smile, eyes shining, and think of Kurt. A beret here and there would spark memories of the first time Kurt asked if he could touch Blaine's face because Kurt had looked magnificent in a red beret and white, fitted shirt with a black jacket over it. He'd even seen a few nice violin cases that reminded him of Kurt.
But, he'd scratched that thought away as soon as it came. He'd noticed how tattered Kurt's current case was and thought that he hadn't gotten a new one for a sentimental reason.
"But, Coop, what if he doesn't get me one and it's just really awkward because, it means something to me—he means something to me—and what if he gets scared and—"
"Blaine," Cooper interrupted. "It would obviously mean something to him. I mean, you did tell me he was the one to kiss you, if I remember correctly." He shoveled another bite of food into his mouth and looked at his brother expectantly.
"Yeah—I—he was the one to kiss me, you're right." Blaine mumbled. He shook his head and laid his fork down. He felt sick to his stomach thinking about their kiss and then thinking about the way Blaine was too afraid to bring it up and how Kurt acted as if his lips had never pressed up against Blaine's. "But, we also haven't talked about it. So, what if him kissing me was all some big mistake? Oh god, what if he regrets it…?" Blaine trailed off, laying his head down on the table. He let out an aggravated sigh.
"Stop over exaggerating. It wasn't a mistake and hell Blaine, if he regretted it, do you really think he'd still be hanging out with you practically every day?"
Blaine lifted his head to look over at his brother. Cooper was smirking at him, with his head propped up on his left hand. He'd laid down his fork, also, and was looking at him with concern in his eyes.
"You're right, Coop."
"Oh—I know." His brother boasted, grinning. He scooted his chair back and stood up. He walked over to Blaine and slapped his hand on his back. "That's why, tomorrow, you're going to meet up with Kurt and ask him what he wants for Christmas and go out and buy it for him."
Cooper then walked off, chuckling, and Blaine nodded to himself. C'mon Blaine. Coop's right; you obviously mean something to Kurt.