Santas Little Helper

It wasnt much - a short artificial Christmas tree adorned with shiny ornaments and silver tinsel. The glittery skirt surrounding the tree perfectly matched the white angel on top and the feathered doves surrounding it. Yes, it may be short and, compared to store displays, plain - but it was home and external validation that it was in fact Christmas. Other than the honey glow illuminating from the tree in his tiny New York apartment, it didnt feel like the holiday season for Kurt Hummel.  Growing up he always celebrated Christmas Eve with his family. His mother used to make him special hot chocolate and his father would tell him the true story of Christmas.  If company was in town, then he would be sharing his room with a cousin and potentially deriving plans to spy on Santa. During this time, his childhood home always smelt like sugar cookies and fresh pine. They were warm and rich memories. Very different from the cold drink in his hand and the blank television screen to his left. Instead of replacing his loneliness with the background noise of a Christmas special, Kurt decided to admire his seasonal decorations and pretend that he wasnt alone. Then, and only if he allowed his imagination to stretch this far enough, he was able to convenience himself that his family was in the next room.

Of course they arent in the other room. After three years of neglect and dread his father was placed in a situation where family obligations required that he celebrate Christmas with his new wifes family. Carole may be a kind and accepting woman, but her family is not and "Kurts kind" are not welcomed in their home down south.  Instead of arguing or hashing out a long discussion, Kurt encouraged his father to bite the bullet and visit his in-laws. In that case, he could save himself the cost of airfare and begin working on upcoming projects.  At the time the decision seemed fair and reasonable. However, after a lonely dinner in town surrounded by happy couples and excited children, he never felt so isolated. Christmas was a time to surround yourself with family. Some people may prefer solitude over company, but Kurt was not one of them - he didnt like to be alone.

"It looks like its going to be just you and me tonight." The college junior sadly smiled and turned his head towards a doll size elf dressed in a red suit and pointed hat. The ‘elf on a shelf was currently peeking from behind the sugar bowl. His roommate Rachel must have moved Blaine the Elf before she left for the week. The last time he checked Blaine was snooping around in his underwear drawer - no doubt, a doing of his other roommate. Leave it to Santana of all people to turn his childhood toy elf into a little pervert who leaves condoms in his bed and suggestive remarks on sticky-notes. Santana also left town a little after lunch. Despite his roommates loud voices and constant bickering, he missed them. "I have an idea." A mischievous smile tickled Kurts lips. The idea wasnt creative. It was nothing more than a mere ploy to help distract him from his current state of loneliness. "How about we send Auntie Santana a little picture?" As expected, the toy elf said and did nothing, except keep his painted hazel eyes wide open and his rosy lips in a sweet smile. Regardless of all the years of wear and tear, the toy elf was able to keep his colors soft and fresh.

His mother ‘adopted Blaine the Elf when he was a child - a child who still believed in Santa Claus. In the beginning Blaine was great fun find and observe, but never to touch. Each morning, starting from Thanksgiving to Christmas, his parents would hide Blaine somewhere in the house. As the story went, Blaine was one of Santas elves. It was his job to observe Kurt during the day and return to the North Pole at night. At the North Pole he would tell Santa whether or not Kurt was a good boy that day. It was exciting for Kurt to find Blaine in a different place each morning. Sometimes Blaine would be hiding on top of a ceiling fan, and other times he was sitting in a flower pot. It has been many years since Kurt stopped believing in Santa, but Blaine is a tradition and a permanent display in his Christmas décor. After all, how can he celebrate Christmas without some remembrance of his home back in Ohio?

Needing nothing more than his cell phone, Kurt grabbed Blaine from the counter top and returned to his bedroom. The apartment is not the largest or finest of residences and certain accommodations are required in order to live here. The kitchen sink temporarily stops working when bathroom plumbing is running, the light switch to Kurts bedroom in located in Rachels room, and if someone looks long enough then they will find a tiny peep hole connecting Kurts bedroom to the bathroom. The hole is located several inches above his seven foot tall bookshelf and it offers a clear view into the shower stall. Thanks to good manners, Kurt always kept the hole covered with a scenic picture.

Barely tall enough to meet the physical demands of his prank, Kurt lifted the framed picture off the wall. He couldnt control the roll in his eyes as he reexamined the handiwork of a true pervert. What kind of person would peep on his friends? Its both gross and creepy. Not to mention well concealed. Kurt moved into the apartment in August, but he didnt notice the hole until a short while after Thanksgiving - even then it was by accident. Rachel was horrified by the discovery, meanwhile Santana thought it was hilarious. "How discreet is a hole if you need a latter to see through it?"  

"Okay, stand right here." Kurt spoke unnecessarily to his toy while he adjusted the elfs weight and posture on top of the shelf and against the wall. After a few struggles against gravity, the twenty year old was able to keep his toy standing and looking through the peep hole. "Stay right there." The sound of his camera phone clicked and a subtle flash followed. A second later and the intended picture filled the screen. Additional moments passed before the picture of ‘peeping-Blaine was sent to Santana with a caption that read, ‘I guess you arent the one who moves Blaine.

The comment behind the caption had a long and on going story. It all began when Kurt found Blaine in a compromising position. It didnt take him long to make a connection between the vulgar display and Santana.

"Santana, did you do this?" The words may have formed a question, but Kurt already had his decision made. Santana stopped short outside Kurts bedroom door and peered inside. The focus of the argument laid in the center of the bed and in the form of two dolls. The first being Brittanys Ken doll who was stripped down and laying on his stomach, the second doll was a horny looking elf resting on top of him. "Take your girlfriends toy out of my room and keep my Blaine innocent."

Bright almond shaped eyes light up at the accusation. Unfortunately the curve of her lips spoke louder than the words that left her mouth. The ‘scene of the crime was rather amusing in her not so humble opinion. "I had nothing to do with this. According to Brittany, Ken was kidnapped in the middle of the night and hes been missing for the past two weeks. Once again, it would appear Brit was telling the truth." More often than not, Santanas girlfriend whimsical natural deprived her of the ability to have a mature conversation with an adult.

"Then who did? It wasnt Rachel." Santana began to say something, but Kurt held up his hands and quickly interrupted. "I didnt do it either. That only leaves you."

"Calm down Nancy," the less than original nickname did not slow down the girls quip. "Dont be jealous that two pieces of plastic are getting more action than you. Besides, it was probably Rachels newest boy-fling who did it. According to my ringing gaydar he is definitely gay and he is only using Rachel as a way to get into your tight skinny jeans." More so than less, this was a truthful statement.  Rachels blonde haired ‘friend had wandering hands that commonly found a reason and a way to end up on Kurts knees. "Perhaps this is his way of flirting with you. If I were you I would try scoring in on that. Tom, Teddy or whatever his name is, is a good-looking guy and probably more entertaining than that... big boy ‘toy I bought you for your last birthday." Pale cheeks darkened to an unhealthy shade of red. The response rewarded Santana with a winners smile. "Ah yes. The walls in this apartment are thin. That, in combination with your loud moans, you sound like a needy little horndog desperate to find something to get off on."

Vulgar, crude and offensive are only a few of many words to describe the raven haired girl. However, after three Christmas seasons together it became a long standing joke. Santana would place Blaine in a sexual situation and later delay it. Or, that is how the story went.

With casual disinterest the college student tossed Blaine to his desk and restored the picture frame to its rightful place. Santana didnt respond to his message right away. She was with family and most likely participating in family traditions that he was unfamiliar with. Santana and Rachel both invited him to celebrate Christmas with their families, but the offer was declined. It felt wrong to intrude on such a special day. With nothing left to do and his body feeling cold from the snowy draft coming from outside, Kurt decided to take an early shower and prepare for bed. A long hot shower sounded wonderful.

It wasnt long after the decision was made before Kurt submerged himself under the influence of hot water. The feel and caress of hot water cascading down his bare skin proved to be a better distraction for all his loneliness. Each droplet of water felt like a personalize touch from somebody who wanted to feel and enjoy every inch of his body. With his eyes closed, his imagination strayed to the image of a handsome stranger - a stranger who wanted to praise his body and treat it with great tender love and care. Born from these fantasies, there grew a special type of tingling sensation that trickled up and down his legs. Out of reflexes, or so Kurt likes to believe, his soapy hands massaged their way down his smooth hairless body and his cock twitched with eager excitement. Pretenses of satisfaction didnt moan within the steamed filled shower until one hand made contact with his left nipple and another grabbed hold of his sex. This was not the first time Kurt jerked off in the shower, although it was the first time he could enjoy it without the fear of someone hearing or judging him afterwards - and he wanted to enjoy this. He is a healthy twenty year old male. He needed this.

Guided by the sensual nature of his own hand, Kurt gripped his cock with comfortable firmness and slowly pulled down. The base of his thumb lightly teased the head of his sex, and the lubricating effect coming from the silky vanilla soap easily coated its way down his body like flower petal kisses. The ‘toy Santana bought him was able to provide him with quick relief, but deep down he preferred to take his time and enjoy the little acts of affection. It was through a gradual and lustful development that he was able to truly reach a satisfying orgasm and release.

Desirable and uncontrolled buildup coiled in the base of his abdomen, and arousal flourished from inside Kurts core.  His body was ready to release itself, but his mind didnt want to stop. Through wishful thinking and desperation, the twenty year old pressed his forehead and left hand against the shower tiles, and his other hand quickened its pace. His cock was hard and warm to the touch and his nipples were eagerly erected. Deep hoarse moans screamed and stammered out of Kurts lips as his salty release mixed in with the bubbly soap. Exhaustion didnt waste any time before it consumed Kurt whole and left his legs feeling like jelly. Afraid that he might collapse from fatigue and bliss, the shower quickly came to an end and the proof of his lust rolled down the water drain.   

After that the evening passed in a quick blur. It wasnt until he was comfortable in his bed with traces of toothpaste in this mouth before he remembered brushing his teeth and dressing himself in tight fitted boxers. It was only through exhaustion and complete relaxation that certain details went unseen. The first item to escape his notice was the broken glass of a fallen picture frame, and the second being an absentee elf from his work desk.  

The soft pitter patter of tiny feet went unheard as Kurt slipped into the early stages of sleep.   

...

The sweet smell of peppermint jerked Kurt awake and his blue eyes took in the stark darkness in the bedroom. The sudden transition between REM sleep to full wakefulness, left his heart pounding against his rib cage and his ears ringing. It was almost as if he awoke from a nightmare of an evil creature chasing after him. Yet to tell the truth, he couldnt remember if he was dreaming at all. As far as he could recall, he was peacefully resting in a vacant world until the scent of cookie frosting filled his nostrils. Peppermint, is it even possible to dream about sweet scents? Another whiff of the rich smell confirmed Kurts brooding suspicion. The smell was real...and there something heavy sitting on top of him.

"Oh good youre awake." A perky and cheery voice celebrated. The weight above Kurt shifted downward. "I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up. Ive only practice my Christmas magic on toys and other elves, and I wasnt sure if humans would respond differently." The same loud energetic voice spoke in a single breath. "I told myself if you werent awake in three more minutes then I would..."

The ability to scream, panic and kick fell numb to an invisible force Kurt could not see or feel. His arms lay motionless to the side and his legs stayed firmly pressed together as another body straddled on top of him, but his voice is what scared him the most. He could only whisper and nothing more. Even then his voice had an offbeat edge of joyfulness that was not true to his inner horror and fear.

"What...? Who...? Get...off..." Through continued unknown means, profanity censored itself from Kurts lips. "I cant see you. Show yourself." It was pitch dark - an uncommon occurrence for a New York apartment.

Lights did not turn on and the weight did not move. "Its me, dont you recognize me? Im your favorite Christmas elf. No-no-no, hush dont cry." Kurt couldnt scream if he wanted to, but that did not stop the stranger from covering his hand over his hostages mouth. With his other hand, the elf snapped his fingers and a string of yellow Christmas lights weaved around the bedpost illuminated - lights that were not there before Kurt went to sleep.

The new light allowed Kurt to see what he couldnt before. Sitting on top of him and under hundreds of tiny spotlights was the full size body of another man. Well, he looked like a man until further inspection. The man, the elf or whoever he was, had large pointy ears and green glitter sparkled across his rosy colored cheeks. Nestled beneath his red and white hat, was the evidence of wildly curly raven hair. Between the loose curls and down his forehead were two bright and perfectly round hazel eyes. The eyes didnt look human and the life within them sparkled with both mystery and unsettlement.  "Do you recognize me now?"

Kurt did not answer the question. How could he speak when there was a stranger in his bed and the muscles in his arms were too weak to move? The only thing stopping their bodies from touching was a warm comforter.

"Its me." The man wearing in the elf hat spoke again and pointed towards his chest. Only then did Kurt realize the man was wearing a red long-John suit that covered his entire body. Between his legs and on top of Kurts stomach was a bowl of cookie frosting. "Its me, Blaine. Your mom adopted me when you were young and we still lived in that funny sounding place. I believe you call it Oh-Hi-O. Dont you remember that? Dont you recognize me?"

Kurt stared, but said nothing. He must have gone crazy. Did he fall in the shower and hit is head? Is he currently under the effect of potent sedatives? This couldnt be real. Nothing else made sense. 

Unfazed by his audiences lack of cooperation or full engagement, the Christmas elf licked his lips and spooned out another serving of cookie icing with his finger.  "I love your homemade frosting. Its better than the frosting False Santas girlfriend makes. Her frosting tastes like crayons and toothpaste. One time I found False Santas girlfriend licking it off False Santas chest. That is very naughty and nasty behavior - youre not allowed to do that unless True Santa says its okay." Blaine spoke matter-of-factly. "But I dont care about False Santa. She isnt my responsibility. I only care about you, and True Santa is unhappy with you. Youve been a very naughty boy this year. Santas disappointed in you. Im disappointed in you." Despite his alleged disappointment, the elf remained merry and upbeat. Plus the frosting was keeping his sugar high up and going.

"B-Blaine...Is that you?" The twenty year old hesitated once his lips were free from the hand previously covering them.

"Hush, Kurt. Dont be sad. Im here to help you." The elf sweetly smiled as if he had a secret. "Santa told me, that the only way to make you a good boy again, is if I punish the bad out of you. Then, and only then, will you get your Christmas present. Dont you want that? I already know what your Christmas present is going to be and its really nice. Trust me, you will want it." Another lick of cookie frosting temporary delayed the conversation. "This is really yummy."

Blaine the Elf, his childhood toy, was alive and breathing. He was talking to him and trying to hold an actual conversation. How is this possible? Did he finally go crazy? "Youre not real. Santa isnt..." Before Kurt could speak any further a sharp slap hit the side of his face, ripping the thinly vailed hope that this was all a dream.

Without breaking his character as a sweet wholesome elf, Blaine continued. "Those are naughty thoughts, and naughty thoughts deserved to be punished. I dont like punishing you, but I will.  Now, be my good little boy and open your mouth." The elf scooped frosting out of the bowl and held it up to Kurt. "Open your mouth and lick it."

"Youre insane. Why cant I move...I can feel, but I cant move?"

"Toys arent supposed to move without permission, and tonight youre my toy. You really should be thanking me that I allowed you to keep your voice. Please dont make me regret it. I will take it away from you, dont test me." Convinced that Kurt wouldnt eat the frosting without biting his finger, the elf lowered his hand and smeared the icing on his ‘toys neck.  "I love the sound of your voice. I especially like the sounds you make when you dont think anyone is listening. Of course I always hear you. Its my job to know everything about you - and we elves take our jobs very seriously." The raven haired elf scooped another serving of frosting out of the bowl and applied it on Kurts skin. "Do you know what you did to make yourself such a naughty boy?" Cold icing tickled the pale throat. "First of all, you accused False Santa of moving me and then you made her take my boy-toy away. That wasnt very nice of you." Blaine didnt know Santana full name, but he knew she wasnt the real Santa from the North Pole. "Then, you started touching yourself in places you shouldnt touch without permission. Yes, those are very naughty behaviors that no good boy should do. Thats why Im here - to make you good. Once youre good again then you can receive your Christmas present."

"I dont want a present from you....please...go away." Cruel words may have been spoken, but the effect of elf magic made the words sound sweet and joyful.

The finger on Kurts throat stilled before it pulled back. "Has anyone ever told you youre selfish?" Kurt wished Blaines merry voice matched the sinister movement in his shoulders as he removed the frosting bowl and hunched down - chest touching chest with only blankets in between. The elf inhaled a deep breath of peppermint frosting. "Why am I asking? I already know the answer. Of course people have. Yet another reason why youre such a naughty boy. You will be punished and then you will receive your present. First however, I need to finish my dinner."

It began with brief kisses, then kisses turned into firm licks. Barely any time passed before Kurts pale unmarked skin became a painful red covered with the suctions of a lovers marks. There was nothing sensual or romantic about the intimate gestures - Blaine was hungry and enjoying Kurts peppermint flavored sweat a little too much. Cookie frosting has always been his favorite type of food, and it tastes so much better if licked off another mans body. "Youre also a very naughty host." Blaine licked the last trace of frosting off his upper lip. "Here I am cold. Yet you dont offer me any warmth. If I didnt know any better, then I would say you didnt like me. Need I remind you, everyone else abandoned you for Christmas except me. I stayed behind. Your father would rather celebrate the holidays with his new family - a family that doesnt approve of your lifestyle. Your roommates treat you like reindeer poop, but after so many years youve become accustomed to your role as the apartment doormat. Im the only who truly enjoys your company - me and no one else." Kurt wished that he could smack the arrogant smirk off the wholesome looking elf. "You know, you really should be nicer to me."

Unable to move Kurt softly replied, all the while wishing Blaines Christmas magic gave his voice more conviction. "They would have stayed if I ask. They offered to..."

"Offering is different than wanting. Did they want you to go with them? I saw you with your roommates, and I heard the conversation you shared with your father. Nobody argued with you or try to convenience you to come with them...Im your only family and friend."

"Youre not real. You dont understand how humans behave..."

A second and rapid slap reddened Kurts cheek - the same cheek Blaine punished before. "Stop being such a naughty boy. You broke two rules just now. First, you interrupted me and, then you lied. Im your friend Kurt." As if he didnt just smack him, the elf in the red hat gently covered his hand on Kurts sore cheek. "Were friends. Dont you remember? I was with you when your mother got sick, and I made you smile every morning when you found me in a different hiding place. Were friends. And you will never have to ask me to stay, because Ill never leave you in the first place." The empty bowl of frosting fell to the floor as the Christmas elf lifted the bedcovering up and over Kurt.

Cold drafts from poor ventilation cast over Kurt in a subtle breeze. The intrusive breeze tickled down his chest and across his flat stomach in a steady fluid nature - and with the tentative touch, goosebumps formed over the fair skin and pink nipples hardened. "Its cold without blankets, isnt it? Thats why a good boy would have offered me warmth versus telling me to go away. Not that you really wanted me to leave. Were best friends after all."

"What do you want?" Kurt managed to ask. The heavy lump in his throat was making it difficult to breathe and Blaines greedy eyes felt as if they were trying to strangle him. The overly eager smile on the elfs face was greatly unsettling.  No matter how hard Kurt tried, his arms would not budge an inch.

"I want to help you become a good boy, but to do that I need to punish the bad out of you. Do you know what Im saying?" Kurt didnt know what the elf was implying, and he was never given a chance to ask. With the completion of his sentence, the elf firmly gripped the over boys hips and flipped him over and onto this stomach. For someone so short, the elf was stronger than he looked. "Please understand, I dont want to punish you...." The mattress springs squeaked. "...Its just something I have to do. Dont fret, once this is over, then the real fun can begin. Doesnt that sound great?"

"Blaine, Blaine, Blaine..." If Kurt could, then he would be screaming. Unfortunately the jolly nature of the spell made his cries sound more giggles. "I dont understand."

"Whats there not to understand?" The elf slapped the elastic band around Kurts waist. "Youre about to get punished and afterwards you will receive your present. First I need to takes this off of you." Blaine lightly patted Kurts covered bottom before roughly pulling the boxers downwards - freeing Kurt of the only article clothing he was wearing.

Reflexes unconstrained by magic sharply jerked at the invasive and unwanted act. "Blaine, Blaine stop, please stop." Before his foot was able to kick the elfs chin, Blaine glared and grabbed Kurts uncontrolled ankles.

"Yes, you are a very naughty boy. Dont make this harder on yourself." Red and green sparkles emerged off of Blaines palm and its magical effects lessened the movements in Kurts legs. "Santa gave me permission to spank you thirty times." Blaine lifted his ‘toy up and rested him on top of his lap. Neither boy said anything as Kurts limp cock touched Blaines fuzzy outfit. "Im allowed to do more if I believe necessary. Now count." There were no further warnings or additional words of preamble before a loud and painful sting slapped Kurts exposed and sensitive skin. "Unless you count, then the spank didnt happen. Forget what number were at, then well have to start from the beginning. Please dont make me slap you more than necessary. Its painful on my hands and Im not wearing my mittens. Stay one, or do I need to repeat it?"

The shadow of Blaine lifting his hand for another slap encouraged Kurt to panic. "One!"

"See, being a good boy isnt so hard."

Teary blue eyes closed before the shadow of Blaines palm fell and hit his ass again. "T-t-two...three..." the count didnt need to go any further before something hard and warm from under the elfs red outfit lifted and pressed against the college students thigh. Despite what the elf may have said, he was enjoying this...maybe a little too much. "Fourteen! Fifteen!" The sixteenth slap didnt happen, but that didnt stop Kurt from screaming the number and hoping his body was too numb to feel further pain. Oh, what foolish and wishful thinking.

"I think someone needs a little timeout. Dont fret Kurt," peppermint tasting lips kissed the back of younger boys sweaty neck. "Were half way done, and youre becoming quite the good little boy again. Youre so good, I think you deserve you first present. Dont you?" Numb and too exhaustive to think or react, the twenty year old said and did nothing as the hyperactive elf rolled him over onto his back and sore bottom. Unlike earlier, now there was an unopened perfectly wrapped present at the foot of the bed. "This isnt the special gift Santa is giving you. No, this present is from me." Unashamed by the tent forting under his red cotton suit, the elf retrieved the box and returned to his earlier position with Kurt between his legs. Only this time there werent any blankets separating their bodies. "Considering you cant, Ill open it for you." Blaine picked off the red bow off the box and tossed it aside. The green glitter on his nose innocently sparked under the Christmas lights. "If you love the present False Santa gave you for your last birthday, then youre going to love my present. I image the real thing it better than a battery operated toy." After the bow, the elf opened the lid of the box and retrieved two separate items - a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. "Do you like your presents? It wasnt easy to find these items in the North Pole, but Id do anything for you - were best friends."

A hot burning feeling twisted within Kurt and a heavy weight dropped inside him. This surely wasnt real. "No...no...no...please dont."

"What are you talking about Silly? I thought you like this....I thought..." Blaine deflated his shoulders and lowered his arms. Confusion surrounded him like a thick cloud. Kurt was supposed to like this presents. This wasnt a part of the punishment. "Did I do something wrong? Do you want to finish your punishment first? We can do that. My hand isnt sore anymore."

"Youre..." his voice wouldnt allow him to speak the truth. Blaine was crazy, insane, disturbed, however such words werent permitted under elfish spell. "Youre...Blaine I dont want this. Please... why are you doing this?"

The box and condoms and lube never left Kurts peripheral vision.  Sure, such items are commonly sold in local pharmacies, but they were objects hed never personally held or seen under semi-romantic lights. It was strange and scary. Sex in general is scary. Yes he touches himself and explores new kinks in his own solitude, however that was different. He was in control. The ability to go and stop was completely dependent on his own decision. In the past he never had to trust another person. Yet now, here he lays - paralyzed and under the influence of a mad man. He didnt trust Blaine in the slightest. The elf didnt behavior or look like a human. He never stopped smiling, even when he was spanking Kurt the shine in his eyes never stopped sparklingly with merry and bliss.

"Oh I see. This is like the gift False Santa gave you. You pretend that you didnt like it in public, but we both know the truth."

Why did Santana buy me that gift, and more importantly why did I open it?

Blaine nodded his head and winked as if he and Kurt were establishing the grounds for a clever inside joke. "You dont have to cover your embarrassment or pretend you dont want this. If it makes you feel any better, then you can keep this charade going. You wouldnt be my first toy to act as if my touch didnt awake new senses in you." With the upmost casualness, Blaine popped open the bottle of lube and applied a generous amount on his thin fingers. Only then did Kurt realize that he has never seen fingers that long before. "Im a very gentle and thorough lover. One of the perks of being an elf is that we dont tire easily. I can keep going until I know youre truly satisfied."

"I dont want this."

"Of course you dont." A single hazel eyes winked. "You dont want me to tough your cock or celebrate your beautiful body. Why would anyone want that?" With the same tightness that Kurt used on himself earlier, the elf grabbed of the other boys sex. "Thats it...enjoy it." Blaine grounded his words and leaned forward - edging and temping his prey to make a shameless sound. It was surely only a matter of time before he got the response he was searching for. "Theres nothing wrong with enjoying this...just close your eyes and savor all that Im doing. This is my gift to you."

Due to power, reflexes or fear, Kurts misty and dazed eyes closed at the order. He couldnt control the lameness in his arms and legs. The only twitches flickering in his body were his fingers as they made fists with the bed sheets. "I...I...this is...bad." Kurt wasnt ready to admit that his sex was awake and interested in Blaines magical touch.

"Oh is that why youre upset?" Blaine smiled and teased Kurts cock with another tug. "You dont want to get in trouble with Santa? Dont worry Silly, these are only naughty behaviors if Santa doesnt give you permission. We have permission to do this, so you dont need to fret." Undesirable sticky release dripped from the end of Kurts cock and the twenty year old unsuccessfully held back an embarrassing moan. "I knew you would enjoy this. How couldnt you?"

The lube covered hand freed its grip from his ‘toys cock and a single long finger tickled down the crease of the two separate butt cheeks. It was no secret to the elf or human what the wandering finger was looking for. "Relax Kurt. Everything will be fine. Everything..." the finger brushed over Kurts entrance, but restrained itself from entering, "...will be fine. Youll enjoy it. Turn over." Blaine ordered as if Kurt had a say in the matter. "I think youre prepared enough."

"Prepared....?" Prepared for what? The obvious answer didnt make sense. He wasnt prepared physically or mentally. "Im not ready."

"Youre cute Kurt, but I have to admit. Your persistent whining is becoming a tad annoying. Please count for me."

The order caught the college student off guard, and before he knew it a sharp and fast palm landed on his ass. When did Blaine turn him over? Nothing was making sense. "Blaine stop!"

"Is that a number?"

A second slap hit Kurt again. "Sixteen...seventeen."

"Im glad to see that I still have your interest." Blaine smiled and undid a hidden button on his red elf costume. "In order for this to feel good, then I need your undivided attention."   

Faster than Kurt could blink, Blaine removed his red outfit and comfortably sat on his equally naked ‘toy. The elf kept his red and white hat on his head. It didnt feel right to take it off. "What are you talking about? Your ass is perfectly ready for me. I couldnt have prepped you better if I wanted to." The mattress springs slightly squeaked as Blaine shifted some of his weight from his knees and onto his palms. Like an animal, the elf ready and prepared his position to physically claim his mate.

Cold truth punished Kurt in the heart. "Im not ready. Im not ready. You didnt prep me."

"You poor little boy. Has no one ever taught you the mechanics of sex?" The dark haired elf grabbed his own unprotected sex. "I prepare your cock with lube, and then I put my cock in you. Afterwards, we use the condoms to clean ourselves up with - well more so your cum. My cum tastes like peppermint and cinnamon. You will probably want to eat it yourself. Dont worry. I normally allow my toys to lick it off of me."

"Thats...thats not how it works..."

Slaps eighteen, nineteen and twenty made contact with Kurts ass. "I highly doubt a virgin such as yourself, knows more about sex than someone as experienced as myself. How about you stop yakking and accept my gift to you."

Uncoated and uncovered sex, pushed and thrust into an unprepared and unexperienced hole with elfish eagerness. Blaine loved sex and the sensation was always better when his ‘toys holes werent previously loosened. One time an elf at the North Pole convinced Blaine to wear the condom on his cock and to stretch his hole first before entering him. The idea was completely ridiculous and the sex was less satisfying. Poor Kurt, he must be confused like the virgin elf Blaine bedded all those years ago.

"Ah!" No amount of elfish magic could cover the painful scream in Kurts voice. "Stop!"

"No, this is your present." Blaine pulled out and pushed down a little deeper this time, all the while keeping his voice level and steady. It was true, he wouldnt be tired for a long time. "Doesnt that feel good? Close your eyes Silly and enjoy this. Once Im done with you, you wont be able to recognize yourself."

Before Kurt had the opportunity to pass out and escape from the painful reality he was living, a grand finale of ten persistent slaps smacked in ass. Each slap happened simultaneously with a deepening thrust into his hole, and for a moment it felt as if his heart stopped beating.  Then the moment of confusion ended - his heart did in fact stop beating, but his conscience was still awake and his vision was altering.

"Merry Christmas Kurt - my best friend."

...

"You just missed Santa Claus." Blaine excitedly cheered, or so Kurt associated that voice to belong to Blaine.

Wait, how was Blaine still here? Wasnt the nightmare over?

 "And he gave you your Christmas present. Oh, Kurt Ive never been this excited before! Its almost as if Ive been the good boy all year and Santa is rewarding me. Oh, I cant wait for you to wake up and see it! Wake-up!" As if the loud screaming wasnt enough to wake him up, Blaine forcefully grabbed Kurt by the shoulder and jerked him back and forth. "Wake-up!"

Unlike before, Kurt felt as if his throat was stuffed with cotton. His vision was narrower and colors were brighter. In the mist of his visual distortion was the outline of a single body. Upon closer inspection, Kurt recognized the body was Blaine, only this time the elf was a doll again and fully dressed again in his red and white outfit.

"Oh Kurt, you are so pretty. If I didnt know any better than I would say you were designed to be an elf - my elf. Im so happy Santa decided to turn you into one of his little helpers, but dont worry. He left you in my complete care and control. Santa also said that he will marry us when we return to the North Pole. Oh, Im so excited. Arent you?"

Blue eyes widen and squinted with each passing word uttered by the sugar-high elf. Only a small fraction of Blaines words researched meaning in his ears. Even then, his hearing wasnt what he was used to. His ears were more sensitive and there was an echoing sound of jingling bells. Where was that sound coming from?

"Dont you recognize me?" Blaine scooted on his knees closer to his companion and grabbed each side of Kurts face with white mitten hands. "Dont worry Kurt, your eyes and ears will get used to it. Young elves always get used to it."

Kurt batted his hands and shooed Blaine from touching him. His personal confusion and dizziness prevented him from noticing the white mittens on his hands or the red suit he was wearing. "S-s-s-stop." 

Keeping to his persistent nature, Kurts little act of resistance neither slowed down or disheartened the cheerful elf. "Thats not a nice way to express your gratitude. Santa just granted you your Christmas wish. The wish to never be alone again. I will never leave you and you will never feel lonely again."

What? How was Blaine still here, and why was he wearing an odd shaped hat? "I never made that wish." Kurt chose to accept the situation versus try and reason out of it. He lost any count of reason when Blaine stripped him down and pushed inside of him...Did that actually happen?

"You...you...raped me." With strength that he didnt have before, Kurt pushed the other elf away from him. "Dont touch me. You will never touch me again. Youre a doll. Youre not real."

"Im just as real as you Silly. Merry Christmas Kurt. Santa made turned you into an elf. Now neither of us will ever be alone again. Isnt that wonderful?"

Then, and only with guidance of one of Rachels make-up mirrors, Blaine held up the mirror twice his width. "Arent you beautiful?"

Beautiful wasnt the word Kurt would use to describe what he saw. His outfit matched Blaines clothing and his chestnut hair was neatly swept beneath an elfs hat. The worst part, and the part Kurt couldnt look away from, was his face. His eyes were perfectly round, and the shade of his blue irises remained unchanged - derailing the possibility that he was looking at someone other than himself. A rosy pink blush darkened his cheeks and soft blue glitter laid sprinkled on his nose.  Then there was his mouth and the smile his reflection was showing back at him. The smile wasnt genuine and he couldnt force it to a meaningful frown.

"W-w-w-what did you do!" Kurt may have screamed, but like all times before, his fear sounded like a sweet lullaby. "Im a doll."

"Youre an elf not a doll, and you belong to me." Blaine continued to smile as he slid in between Kurts legs. The chestnut haired elf was too in shock to move away. "Do you remember your first Christmas without your mother? Do you remember what you said to me? You told me that you loved me and then you kissed me. From that day forth I knew one day we would be together. Now that day has come and...oh, someones here."

Help! Kurt internally screamed when he heard someone knock on the door to his apartment. Help The scream never left his mouth and his body laid paralyzed on the bed. Blaine either moved or tried to stop him. It was almost as if Blaine was a toy again and unable to cause harm to another person.

Someone knocked a little louder on the apartment door. "Kurt, its dad. I decided to surprise you for Christmas, but my flight got delayed! Are you home? I know where you keep your spare key." A few moments passed before Burt Hummel opened the door into the tiny dark apartment. The only source of light within the apartment was glowing from Kurts room at the end of the hallway. "Son?" Like any father with a son in his sexual prime Burt stayed back - a little nervous to track much further down the hall. "Kurt, are you okay?" The absence of a response gave Burt the nudge to take additional steps closer to the light. "Kurt...?" Burt turned the corner and glanced into his sons bedroom.

A strand of Christmas lights dimly lit the room. The bed was messily unmade and partly laying on the floor. Pieces of broken glass sparkled next to the old bookshelf. Burt raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath. Normally Kurt was particular and organized. "Kurt?"

As if he was stepping into a foreign world, the older man walked across the bedroom threshold with great concern and worry. "Kurt?" There was no a respond and nothing scary jumped out. "Kurt? What...?"   

In the middle of messy untidy bed laid two elves on a shelf. Burt recognized the first as Blaine the Elf, a toy he and Elizabeth purchased for their son several years ago. The balding man was not familiar with the second elf. It was a strange doll that shared uncanny resembled with Kurt. The elf had his sons exact eye color and smile. Did Kurt get a personalized elf? Is that even possible? Not realizing that he was holding the Kurt look-like elf, Burt picked up his phone and called his sons cell phone. Something was greatly off within the apartment. It wasnt long until a familiar tone began ringing off the night-table that Burt was faced with cold facts - Kurt wasnt home and he forgot his cell phone.

"Kurt?"

"Dad! Im right here!" The doll in Burts hands tried to scream, but the sweet smile molded on his face did not budge. "Dad!"

"He cant hear us." Blaine the Elf spoke from his place on the bed. "Its just you and me from now on. Im your only friend and family. Together we will never be alone."

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The End