The Best Christmas Gift

Burt Hummel smiled at his son Kurt as they sat down for a memorable Christmas dinner. The Spotlight Diner was well-known and sometimes overpopulated, especially on the weekends. Kurt enjoyed and took advantage of his father's visits. Kurt still worries about his father ever since he landed in the hospital due to a minor heart attack scare when Kurt was in high school.

Kurt licked the remaining whipped cream, from his hot chocolate, off his index finger and looked at his dad. "What dad?"

"Okay, I really tried to focus on our Christmas dinner, but..." Burt paused, then gestured to a boy sitting behind them, watching Kurt intently, "that guy over there won't stop staring at you, Kurt!"

Kurt turned around to see whom his dad was talking about, and his heart raced. He tried not to show it as he held in a dreamy smile. "Oh, I know him, that's Blaine!"

Burt stopped. "The Blaine? The guy you had a crush on and I quote 'since forever'?" Burt stated, doing the air quotes.

Kurt's face turned a shade of red and mumbled, "Possibly."

Burt smiled and glanced down at his remaining meal. He laughed, "Go talk to him, bud. I'll see you at home." He winked, standing, and he grabbed his coat and placed his fair share of money for his meal in the table.

Kurt blanched. "W-Wait, dad...w-what...?" Kurt hissed, then looked over at an adorable Blaine Anderson.

Blaine visibly swallowed as he noticed Kurt looking his way, and he quickly bowed his head, pretending to be engulfed in a book.

Kurt gulped, stood up, and dusted off his skinnies as he made his way over. "You know, it helps when the book is right-side up..."

Blaine cursed, closing his eyes. "Shit..."

Kurt found his swearing insanely...hot. "May I?" Kurt asked, gesturing to the empty chair across from his crush.

"P-Please, yes, Kurt." Blaine answered, and set his book on the table.

Kurt sat.

It was silent for a minute between the flustered boys, the only noise in the diner being the chatting between families and the clang clang of dishes in the back.

"H-How is your Christmas going, Blaine?" Kurt finally spoke.

Blaine looked at him in awe. "H-How...I-I mean, y-you know my n-name?"

Great Kurt, how are you going to explain THIS to him? Kurt thought as he picked at a spare napkin, balling up little peices. "Y-Yeah...of course I do..." He said, as if he were telling the gorgeous boy in front of him about the weather.

Blaine caught on. "I've known your name for quite a while, too, Kurt." Blaine said quietly.

A slow smile made its way on Kurt's face. "R-Really?"

"Yeah, I mean," Blaine paused to scoot his chair forward, "I knew you were special the first time I saw you in the hallways of NYU."

Kurt stayed silent, but raised an eyebrow.

Blaine continued, "I...I like you, Kurt. And I have for some time now." Blane's hazel eyes stared intently into Kurt's cerulean ones.

"I like you, too, Blaine..." Kurt cooed sweetly, as he gently placed his hand on top Blaine's olive-skinned one.

"Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever..." Blaine whispered, only for Kurt to hear.

"Merry Christmas, Blaine." Kurt said running his thumb along Blaine's knuckles, loving the feeling of Blaine's skin.

"Merry Christmas, Kurt." Blaine replied softly with an adorable grin.