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Tis' the season for tons of fluff fics falalalala-lalalaLA!

This idea came to me, and I want to write it. It might be hard to understand at first, but I'm sure it will be understandable later.

Okay, so italics is flashbacks. Just so you'll know.

I hope this isn't ridiculously long, but it could be :/

It will probably be broken into a few parts.

Hopefully it'll be worth it?

6-year-old Blaine Anderson skipped down the hall jovially. He had candy canes in the pocket of his red Christmas sweater, and he was holding a bear with his right arm. He was happily humming the tune of Jingle Bells.

His mom was a nurse at the hospital. She worked in the children's ward, and she worked especially with cancer patients. Blaine always enjoyed bringing holiday cheer to the kids, it was his favorite thing to do during the holidays.

"Blaine, wait for me.." His mother whispered. She jogged up to him and pulled the little boy in her arms. She laughed as he let out a small giggle. She wasn't working today, but she still enjoyed seeing the children. Her little Blaine liked it the most. "Bumble Bee, you have to be quiet, okay? Some of the children are sleeping." She kissed the top of his head.

"Kay' mommy." Blaine responded. He stood up with his mom, and slipped his hand in with hers. The two walked at the same pace now.

Irene Anderson led her son to the front desk, where an older lady was dutifully typing on the computer. She looked up when Irene and Blaine approached the table. She looked up from her glasses, that were perched at the tip of her nose. Blaine almost laughed, but his mommy glared down at him.

"Why, Irene, aren't you off today?" The older lady smiled. She stood up a bit and looked down. "You have little Blaine with you. Would you like a sucker, dearie?"

Blaine nodded vigorously, and took the sucker from the older lady. "Thank you very much." He told her as he started undoing the wrapper.

"What can I do for you Irene?" She asked Blaine's mother.

"Blaine wanted to spread some Christmas cheer to the kids, and I thought I'd bring him here." She explained. "Who do you think we should see first?"

The old woman looked around and her eyes fell to a room at the far right. She looked down at the little boy and back up at Irene. She motioned her to come closer. "Kurt Hummel, the little boy in room 24B isn't doing very well. We had a Christmas party last night, almost every kid in the ward went. He was a little too sick."

"Oh, my." Irene responded. She had tended with the boy on occasions. He was a very jubilant boy, and his face always lit up. She couldn't imagine him being so sick he wouldn't attend the party. "Are his parents with him?"

"Yes, his mother Katherine is still here, she's a mess. His father went home for a nap I believe." She answered. "Maybe Blaine should say hi to him first. He needs it."

Irene pulled back and turned to her son. "I have someone for you to see Blaine, but you have to be quiet. He isn't feeling very well." She explained very slowly to her son.

"Okay mommy, I promise." Blaine nodded.

Irene smiled at the older lady and grabbed a hold of her son's hand. She led him down the hall, to the room labeled 24B. She looked down at her son, and raised an eyebrow, as if reminding him. He nodded and she knocked gently on the door.

The door opened slowly, and a lady peeked her head out. Her brown, curly hair was tangled and she was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. Her bright blue eyes had black rings around them, but her face lit up when she saw the two. "Oh, hi Irene." She greeted.

"Hello Katherine, my son Blaine wanted to say hi to some patients. Do you think Kurt is up to it?" She asked.

Katherine peeked her head back, and her face fell grim. She pressed her lips together in a thin line, but she nodded. "Yeah, he'd like that. He had a chemo session yesterday, but he's doing fine now."

Irene nodded, and Katherine opened the door wide. Blaine halted, but Irene gently pushed him forward. The little boy grabbed a hold of his mother's hand.

"Kurtie, sweetheart, you have a guest." Katherine told her little boy.

Blaine stopped when he saw the little boy. He was extremely pale, and his face was littered with black and blue bruises. He barely had any hair, except for a few brunette patches. His brilliant blue eyes were half closed. His lips were chapped, and he was small. So small that his hospital gown hung from his body.

But he was by far, the prettiest person Blaine had ever seen in his 6 years of life. He waved at the little boy and smiled. "My name is Blaine."

Irene pushed him forward. "Why don't you go shake his hand, Blaine?" She told the little boy.

Blaine approached him and placed his small hand in with Kurt's. "I'm Blaine Anderson, and you're Kurt Hummer." He said to the little boy. "I know this because I can read. I read your sign."

Irene and Katherine let out small giggles. They were still standing by the door. Irene placed a hand on Katherine's shoulder and motioned towards the door. Katherine nodded and Irene turned to her son. "Blaine, Kurt's mom and I are going to step outside for a little bit. You talk to Kurt, okay?"

Blaine nodded.

"It's Hummel, actually." Kurt said quietly after the two women stepped outside. "My name is Kurt Hummel."

"Oh." Blaine giggled.

The two looked away in awkward silence. Blaine played with the ear of his teddy bear. He really didn't know what to say to a little boy who was so sick.

"You can sit up here if you'd like." Kurt spoke up.

Blaine's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

Kurt nodded. "My mommy lays down with me all the time." He explained. "It doesn't hurt me or anything."

Blaine had a bit of trouble, but he finally pulled himself on the bed. He sat criss-cross applesauce across from Kurt. "Why are you here?" Blaine asked. He understood that Kurt was sick, but he never really understood what was wrong with all the little children.

"I have Leukemia." Kurt told him. "I don't really understand it either, but I'm really sick... and I can't go home for Christmas."

"I'm sorry.. that sucks." Blaine mumbled uselessly. He clutched his teddy bear tighter in comfort. "Does it hurt? Does it hurt to have Leukemia?"

"Sometimes." Kurt nodded. "But sometimes I don't feel much. I'm just sad that I don't get to open all my presents yet. My mommy thinks we should do it as a family."

Blaine stared at the little boy. He couldn't imagine not having any Christmas presents, on Christmas! He pulled a candy cane out of his pocket and looked down at his teddy bear.

He handed him the candy cane, and held out his teddy bear. "Here you can have the candy cane, and my teddy." Blaine told him.

"You don't have to give me your teddy." Kurt gasped. "You just met me, a-and it's yours."

"Yeah, well, I'm getting another tomorrow.. I snooped." He giggled. "And I'm trying to spread some joy, and I think this is good."

"Thank you." Kurt smiled. He took the teddy bear from Blaine's arms. He squeezed it real tight and rubbed it's soft cheek across his soft cheek. Without another word he pulled Blaine in a hug.

The other little boy halted a bit, and then he returned the hug. He smiled to himself. He was proud that he could make someone happy.

"What other things do you like?" Blaine asked. Before the other little boy could answer, he jumped up with joy. "Do you like to sing?"

Kurt let out a small breath and nodded happily. "I love to sing!"

"What's your favorite Christmas song?" Blaine asked. He scrunched his face and rubbed his chin for a few seconds. He gasped and smiled at Kurt. "Do you like Jingle Bells, Kurt?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded, and the two started singing together happily.

They were unaware that their mothers had entered the room once more. They smiled at their sons who were singing gleefully together. Katherine hadn't seen her son smile so big in a week. It was like the Leukemia was gone, and her baby boy was back.

The two finished the song and they broke out in giggles. Kurt's giggle ended with a weak cough, but he was still smiling. Irene looked at her watch and sighed.

"Blaine, I hate to say it, but we have to head over to Nana's soon." She explained to her little boy.

Blaine let out a whine, but he nodded reluctantly. Kurt also frowned, but he looked up at his mom and smiled sadly. "Mommy, can you take a picture of us on your camera that pops the pictures righ' out?" Kurt asked his mother.

Katherine nodded, and turned to her large bag that was perched on the wide window sill. She rummaged through it and pulled out her Polaroid. "Kurt loves for me to take pictures." She explained.

She stood in front of the bed and got the camera ready. "Okay boys, smile." She said to them. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders, and pressed a sweet kiss on his cheek. Neither mother said a thing, but they both smiled.

Katherine snapped the picture, and grabbed it when it slipped out. She waved it gently. She prepared the camera again. "Okay, Blaine, I'll take one for you too." She told the little boy, who in return nodded. The two little boys stayed in the same position, and Katherine snapped the picture.

Blaine jumped off the bed and walked over to his mom. Katherine gave the picture to Irene and gave the woman a tight hug. She got down on her knees and hugged the little boy. "Thank you so much Blaine."

"Mommy, can we come back tomorrow?" Blaine asked excitedly.

"Honey, I don't know. I don't mind, but it's Christmas tomorrow, maybe we should let Kurt be with his family." Irene explained to her son.

"I don't mind." Katherine reassured. She stood up and wiped her knees. "Kurt loves company, and we don't have enough room in our car for all the Christmas presents."

"Okay, Blaine, I guess we'll come back tomorrow." Irene smiled down at her son.

Blaine bid his goodbyes and left the hospital with his mother. That night, he went through his toys and had his mother wrap up the selected ones he chose to get rid of.

He was going to make Kurt's Christmas great.

18 years later

Blaine held his jacket closer to his body. It was a very cold night in Lima, and snow flurries were staring to fall from the sky. He could see his breath, but he had to get all of his errands done before Christmas Eve. His friend Quinn always scolded him because he was, what she called, "a lousy Christmas shopper."

Okay, so maybe he shopped a bit last minute. It wasn't a big deal though, he always got his Christmas shopping done before Christmas.

Blaine felt his phone vibrate, and he pulled it out of his pocket. "Hello, you're speaking to Blaine Anderson."

"Wow, so professional." Quinn's voice giggled on the other end.

Blaine rolled his eyes and walked in the nearest store. He'd been in here before, and the store's owner was pretty attractive, if he did say so himself.

"I didn't know if it was one of my more slacking students from Dalton.. you know calling because he doesn't remember the assignment." Blaine explained.

"Hmm. So what's up?" She asked.

"Just shopping for Christmas gifts." Blaine explained. He browsed the small shop and looked around for the cute owner. He had to be somewhere. "I- um.. already finished for my mom, dad, and Cooper. I'm just trying to find some gifts for the kids at the hospital. A young girl I see sometimes."

"Brownie points, I see." Quinn responded. "You still go to the hospital? I thought that was a thing you did as a kid."

"Well, I did for a bit. It was hard- when some of my friends died." He shuddered.

He remembered the terrible feeling of not seeing his first, real friend anymore. He didn't remember what he looked like, because he was so young. He just remembered that he saw him a few months after Christmas, but he didn't see him after that. He still didn't know if he died or if he lived. His mother never told him.

"I'll be out there in a minute!" A bell-like voice called from the back.

Blaine jumped a bit. His heart raced. He was crushing a bit too hard, and a bit too soon- like always. "Quinn, I have to go okay?"

"Why-"

He cut Quinn off. "Bye."

He hung up the phone and stuffed it in his coat pocket. He went back to acting like he was browsing the inventory. He heard a deep sigh and he turned around. There was the owner. His brown hair was perfect, like always. His cheeks were rosy, and his blue eyes were shining.

"May I help you?" He asked.

"Oh, sorry, um- I'm looking for a gift." Blaine explained. "Well I mean, what do you think would be best to buy a girl?"

"Like a girlfriend..?" The owner trailed off.

"No..." Blaine chuckled. "No, like a young teenage girl. I have a friend and I'm trying to find a good gift for her. She's about thirteen."

"I have some pretty lockets back here, you can check them out." The owner motioned him forward. Blaine followed him to the desk. He pointed to a gold chain. "This one is really lovely."

Blaine looked up and gazed at the porcelain man, who didn't notice. "Y-Yeah it's nice, but I have a teacher's salary." He chuckled.

The owner sighed and stood up straight. He raised an eyebrow and stared at Blaine pensively. "Well, since it's the holiday season... I think I could give you a bit of a discount."

"That'd be great." Blaine smiled. "You're the best. So... how much?"

"160." Kurt stated.

"Well, shit." Blaine sighed. "I only have 130. Could I like come back tomorrow- or something, would you hold it for me?" Blaine asked anxiously.

"Yeah, that's fine." The owner smiled.

"Thanks so much!" Blaine exclaimed. "I have a friend who's a bit sick right now, she'd love this."

"I buy for my friend all of the time, she's a bit of a hard person to buy for." The owner smiled.

"Is she your girlfriend?' Blaine asked. He really hoped this guy was gay... he really, really, hoped this guy was gay.

"Um... no." He looked down at the ground, blushing. "I'm gay."

SCORE!

Blaine could of punched the air, but then he saw the look the other man's face. "Oh, I'm gay too, it's totally fine. So I'll be back tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll hold it for you." The owner responded.

"See you tomorrow-" Blaine finally took the time to take a look at his name tag. "Kurt."

"I'd say bye, but I don't know your name." Kurt smiled.

"It's Blaine."

"Okay, then, I'll see you tomorrow Blaine." Kurt waved gently.

Blaine walked out of the store and smiled to himself.

Tis' the season to be jolly.

I have another part coming. Take the time review? Thanks.

No they don't remember each other. Yes, Blaine suspects that Kurt is dead. And, only I know whether or not they figure out that they knew each other.

Te-jolly-he.