Lima was a winter wonderland at the moment. There were Christmas decorations on all the businesses and a sheet of snow covered the ground. Blaine tightened his coat as cold wind blew on his face. He was walking towards his car after looking for an hour for something to get Kurt for Christmas. He couldn’t find anything, he needed to find the perfect gift. He had already bought Isabel’s gift and Isabel and him had pitched in and bought their Aunt Bea her gift. He had been saving to buy them gifts. But why couldn’t he find something for Kurt? This was his third day looking and he’d given up after an hour today. He got into his car and turned it on so it could heat up. He couldn’t wait to get back home where it was warm. There wasn’t anyone home since Isabel pulled in extra hours at the garage. She wanted to get more money so she could buy a special gift. She wouldn’t say who it was for or what it was. It was freezing inside since Isabel turned off the heat when she was alone because it cost money. He turned it on and took off his coat. He rubbed his hands together and went to the kitchen in search of hot cocoa. He didn’t find any. All he found was coffee which he didn’t want to drink. He had to wake up early tomorrow to go spend Christmas with Aunt Bea and coffee had too much caffeine. He looked again for hot cocoa again, nothing. He was about to give in and make coffee when he heard the doorbell. He went and opened it. Kurt was standing behind it with a smile on his face.
“Kurt? What are you doing here?” Blaine asked.
“I brought cocoa. I thought maybe we could hang out before you leave?”
“You’re just in time. I just got home.”
“So I can come in?”
Blaine stepped aside to let Kurt in. He closed the door after Kurt and followed him to the kitchen. Kurt had already been to the apartment so many times. He knew his way around. He turned the water on and pulled out to packets of cocoa from his bag.
“You can take off your coat you know?” Blaine said.
Kurt smiled and didn’t say anything. Instead, he poured the contents of the packages into two coffee mugs. Blaine came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. He pushed Kurt’s back into his chest and placed his head on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt leaned in and sighed.
“Are you trying to distract me?” Kurt asked him.
“No. I’m just trying to get you warm.”
“What makes you think I’m cold?”
“You won’t take your coat.”
Kurt laughed. “Alright. But don’t say anything about what I’m wearing underneath.”
Blaine nodded and let go of Kurt. Kurt took off his coat and turned to Blaine.
“What’d ya think?” he asked Blaine.
Kurt was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and white T-Shirt that said Likes Boys.
“Nice shirt,” Blaine said.
Kurt fingered the hem. “It was an early Christmas gift form Mercedes. I don’t know why she did. You don’t like it do you?”
Blaine laughed. “I like it. It looks good on you.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
Blaine kissed Kurt, crushing their lips together. Kurt gasped and Blaine took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into Kurt’s mouth. Kurt fisted Blaine’s hair and Blaine placed his hands on Kurt’s hips. He went under the shirt and rubbed the skin under the shirt. He heard Kurt give a little moan, so he backed him against the counter, pressing him closer. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck and pulled him closer. Blaine ran his hands down to Kurt’s thighs and pulled him up to sit on the counter. Kurt gave a little squeak and settled onto the counter. Their lips were still pressed together. Kurt opened his legs and Blaine stepped in. He then ran his hands up and down Kurt’s sides. Kurt gave a little sigh and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck tighter. Blaine’s hand went up Kurt’s shirt, touching every inch of skin. Then suddenly Blaine’s phone rang. He could’ve ignored it, if it wasn’t for the fact the ringtone was Larger than Life by the Backstreet Boys. That meant it was Isabel calling. Blaine separated from Kurt.
“Sorry, it’s Isabel.”
Kurt nodded and fixed the hem of his shirt. Blaine stepped out of the kitchen to talk to Isabel. Kurt slid off the counter and noticed the water was boiling. He turned it off and poured the water into the cups. While he stirred in the powder, he thought about what just happened. They had never gone that far before, they just stuck to kissing. Kurt’s skin was still tingling from where Blaine’s hand were. He wished he knew what was going through Blaine’s head right now. He heard Blaine come back and Kurt turned to him. He had a cup of cocoa and Blaine smiled. Kurt’s pulsed quickened at this. Blaine over and grabbed a cup.
“You wanna watch a movie?” Blaine asked.
Well that was a change from what just happened.
“Yeah, sure,” Kurt answered.
Blaine took Kurt’s hand and they walked to Blaine’s room. He closed the door behind him. Blaine stuck a DVD in the player and turned on the TV. He went to the bed and Kurt sat on Blaine’s lap. They watched the movie and sipped their cocoa. Blaine pulled a blanket on to cover both of them.
In the middle of the movie, they had finished their drinks and their empty cups were on the nightstand. Kurt’s hands were gently stroking Blaine’s legs and Blaine had one hand pressing against Kurt’s chest and the other one was rubbing Kurt’s thigh. Kurt was trying to concentrate on the movie but his mind kept wandering what happened in the kitchen. It was a very heated moment and Blaine didn’t say anything else after that. Did Blaine not want to go any further? Kurt was incredibly turned on right now and no matter what he did, he couldn’t calm down. Was it too much to ask for Blaine to not be a gentleman and put his hand on his- suddenly Kurt’s mind turned to mush. Blaine had started palming Kurt’s bulge in his pants. The hand on the chest pushed Kurt closer so he could feel Blaine’s erection against him. Kurt gave a little gasp that turned into a low moan when Blaine added friction.
“Is this okay?” Blaine whispered in his ear.
Kurt couldn’t say anything, he just nodded.
Blaine increased the friction, going faster.
“Blaine-” Kurt managed to strangle out.
“Yes, baby.”
Blaine had never called Kurt baby, and hearing it come out of Blaine’s mouth made him even harder. Blaine smiled against Kurt’s ear.
“You like that, baby?” Blaine asked.
Kurt nodded. “Blaine.”
“Yes?”
“I- I- I want-” he stammered.
“What do you want?”
Kurt couldn’t really talk so instead, he grabbed Blaine’s hand off his bulge and slid into it his pants, underneath the boxers. Blaine began stroking, making Kurt arch his back and thrusting into Blaine’s hand. Blaine chuckled.
“Do you like that baby?” Blaine asked Kurt for the second time.
Kurt just moaned loudly in response. Blaine started increasing his strokes.
“Blaine-” Kurt strangled out.
“Hmm?” Blaine asked.
“I’m gonna-I’m gonna-”
“Go ahead baby.”
Kurt moaned loudly. He could see white stars everywhere. When he came down from his high, he didn’t notice that Blaine was no longer hard. Blaine slid his hand out of Kurt’ pants.
“How do you feel?” Blaine asked.
“Good,” Kurt answered.
…
Isabel came in late that night and noticed Blaine’s door was closed. She saw a long black coat that wasn’t Blaine’s hanging on the table. She then heard a giggle from Blaine’s room and recognized it as Kurt’s. Isabel smiled and walked to her room, so she could pack something. Blaine’s door opened and Kurt and Blaine walked out. They were laughing and when they saw Isabel they sobered up. Their hands were intertwined.
“Oh hey Isabel. When’d you get home?” Blaine asked.
“Like two seconds ago,” Isabel said.
“Well I have to go home,” Kurt said letting go of Blaine’s hand and picked up his coat. He put it on and walked to the door. Blaine walked with him.
“Well I’ll see you later then?” Kurt said.
“Yeah.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Kurt let with a smile on his face. Blaine closed the door smiling. He turned and saw that Isabel was smirking at him.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said walking into her room.
…
The next day, Isabel and Blaine were at Aunt Bea’s house, helping her out. Aunt Bea had only gone to the family Christmas dinners because Isabel and Blaine had insisted on it. But now that they had moved out, Aunt Bea wasn’t really invited to the dinner. Isabel and Blaine grandparents, Aunt Bea’s parents, had kicked her out of the house when she was 18 and they didn’t have a good relationship. Blaine and Isabel didn’t know why she had been kicked out and Aunt Bea didn’t like to bring it up.
“So Blaine. How are you and Kurt?” she asked Blaine.
“Great,” Blaine said.
“Aw look at him. He’s so in love,” Isabel said.
Aunt Bea laughed. She was extremely happy for Blaine. After everything that happened with Thomas, she was glad he found someone that made him so happy. He deserved it.
“What about you and Jeff?” Aunt Bea asked Isabel.
“Still going strong,” Isabel answered.
Isabel rolled up her sleeves and Aunt Bea saw the scars along her wrists. Aunt Bea dropped what she had in her hand and grabbed Isabel’s arm.
“Isabel, what are these?” she asked making the scars face her.
“Nothing,” Isabel said, trying to pull her hands away.
“When did you get these?”
“I said they’re nothing,” Isabel said angrily pulling her hands away.
She turned and walk away.
Aunt Bea turned to Blaine. “Blaine, did you know about that?”
Blaine nodded.
“Why didn’t you tell me about it?”
“I can’t.”
“What? Did Isabel swear you to secrecy?”
“No, it’s too painful to bring up. For both me and Isabel.”
Aunt Bea looked at Blaine. Could it be that Isabel had been more affected by the bullying than she had let on?”
“Blaine, what-?”
“Please don’t, Aunt Bea. Just please I’m gonna go talk to Isabel.”
Blaine put down what he was doing and went upstairs. She was sitting on her bed just staring at nothing.
“Isabel?” he asked approaching her.
She looked up. He could see the dried tears on her cheeks. Blaine sat next to her and put his arms around her shoulders. She put her head on his shoulder. Blaine rubbed his hand on her arm trying to comfort her.
“Come on. We need to go back downstairs. It’s Christmas,” Blaine.
Isabel nodded. “Okay just a second.”
She wiped her eyes and got up, straightened her clothes and smiled. “Let’s go.”
They went back downstairs. Aunt Bea looked at Isabel questioning, but she didn’t say anything. She really wanted to know what the story was about the scars was but she knew Isabel would talk about unless she wanted to and Isabel definitely didn’t want to.
…
It was late night, hot cocoa and a fire, Aunt Bea and Blaine went to sleep. Isabel had tried but she found she couldn’t. So now she was sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket staring at the fire. She was staring as if she wanted to burn the image in her mind. She wrapped the blanket around her closer as if she got colder. She was in deep thought. She was thinking about… well everything. Her mind wandered to her freshman year. The scars began to tingle as if to remind her of the pain. All she wanted to do was take it away. Everyone said it would make it better if she talked. But in front of all those therapists she found she couldn’t talk about it. It hurt and talking about it just brought up bad memories and pain. So instead she buried it deep inside and put on a fake smile, showing the whole world she’s happy. Only one person knew how broken she was inside and that was Blaine.
It was times like these that made Isabel miss her mom. Right now, she wanted her mom to come and at least hold her. But she knew that it wouldn’t happen. Her dad controlled everything, including their mom. So instead, Isabel was just sitting by herself, the image of the fire burning in her mind.
…
Early the next morning, Blaine ran into Isabel’s room. He jumped on her bed yelling, “Wake up, it’s Christmas! Wake up Isabel! Wake up!”
He was acting like a five year old child. He had always like Christmas. It was his favorite holiday.
Isabel just grumbled. She had gone to bed at like two in the morning and hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep.
“Isabel come on!” he said jumping off and grabbing her arm. Isabel was tempted to punch him. She was extremely tired and Blaine was just too chipper. She knew Blaine wouldn’t give up so she got up and hoped that there was some sort of caffeinated drink to wake her up.
Blaine ran downstairs. He didn’t notice that Isabel was being really grouchy this morning. He wanted to open his presents as fast as possible so he could go call Kurt.
When Blaine and Isabel got downstairs, Aunt Bea was making coffee. Blaine ran to her and hugged her.
“Merry Christmas, Aunt Bea.”
Aunt Bea just laughed and hugged him back. “Merry Christmas Blaine.”
“Merry Christmas Aunt Bea,” Isabel said.
“Merry Christmas Isabel.”
“Can we open the presents now?” Blaine asked.
“Yeah sure. But you can’t call Kurt until we’ve eaten breakfast,” Aunt Bea said, knowing what was on his mind. Blaine sighed and then ran into the living room. Isabel was about to follow him when Aunt Bea stopped her.
“Are you okay Isabel? You looked extremely tired,” she asked Isabel.
“I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” Isabel answered.
“Well after we open the presents how about you go take a nap? I’ll let Blaine call Kurt a little earlier.”
“Thanks.”
…
Isabel laid down on her bed. She was exhausted but she couldn’t fall asleep. Aunt Bea loved her gift from Blaine and Isabel, a one week spa getaway. Aunt Bea had given both of them a scrapbook of their lives. It had pictures of them growing up and other things. It was actually kind of sweet. Isabel got a pair of headphones that block out all sound. Isabel gave Blaine a pair of pink sunglasses, the ones he had really wanted. Aunt Bea let Isabel go back to sleep and promised to keep some food warm for her. Isabel was close to falling asleep downstairs but now that she was lying in bed, she couldn’t sleep. Her mind was going at 50 miles per hour. She didn’t know why all these thoughts were coming up now.
She heard a knock on her door.
“Come in.”
Blaine walked in. Isabel sat up.
“Hey what’s up?” she asked him.
“Aunt Bea said that you didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”
“Yeah and?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay?”
“Yeah, of course I am. When have I not been okay?”
Blaine looked at her pointedly. “A lot of times.”
Isabel looked down at the bed. “I’m scared.”
Blaine went and sat next to her. He put his arm around her. “Of what?”
“Losing you.”
“Hey, I’m not going anywhere okay? I’m staying right here.”
Isabel just buried her head into Blaine’s shoulder and they stayed like that till she feel asleep.