Summary: After a disagreement with his fiance, Kurt Hummel decides to take a ferry to get his mind off things, but when he wakes up as a fourteen year old in Lima, Ohio, things that were so certain haven’t even begun yet. Will Kurt find a way to get home, or can he have the love of his life and his dreams in his life all over again.
Day 14: Number
Kurt and Blaine are stuck in an elevator on Christmas Eve
Words: 551
Kurt had hated that he had had to work Christmas Eve to begin with. He hadn’t liked the fact that he might be home late to give Blaine his gift. He really didn’t like the idea of the subway at this time of night. More than anything, though, he didn’t like the fact that this elevator had shut down, but at least Blaine was sitting beside him whilst they watched the four other people on the elevator.
Blaine had come earlier to treat Kurt with coffee and cheesecake and to keep him company whilst he worked. Blaine had also reserved a table at one of Kurt’s favorite restaurants and with a lot of effort just managed to change the time to accommodate Kurt. That was until they got stuck on the ninth floor of the building. Nine, the exact number that Blaine had managed to book the table for and that was forty seven minutes away.
Blaine squeezed in closer to Kurt and wrapped an arm around his husband, pressing his nose into Kurt’s neck and nuzzling. “At least we have each other” he whispered as they watched the business woman, a typical type A personality, try to use her phone for the umpteenth time, the father with the young daughter who screamed that she was hungry and was going to miss Santa Clause, and the college student who had obviously scored a gig as an elf for over the holidays, or at least that’s what his outfit said.
“I’d like to have that cheesecake now as well,” Kurt said as he let Blaine rest his head on Kurt’s shoulder. “Do you think we’ll make it.”
“I don’t know, but isn’t it best not to worry,” Blaine said as he saw the woman muttering about the accounting staff.
“You do know who you are talking to here, right?” Kurt said with a roll of his eyes.
Ten minutes later, the elevator hadn’t moved but at least the elf had told the girl all about Santa and how wonderful Santa was, which had sent her to sleep. He had first suggested that she count reindeer, but after she had said the names of all the known reindeer, the elf had had to try a different approach.
“Thirty six minutes,” Kurt muttered as he looked at his watch.
“We still have another twenty six until we start to worry then,” Blaine said, “Thirty if you’re willing to run.”
“These boots were made for walking,” Kurt gestured to the designer boots he had chosen to wear for today, “and that’s just what they’ll do.”
Blaine rolled his eyes, snuggling more into Kurt. “Want to try the kissing technique?”
Kurt laughed and placed a hand on his husband’s cheek, “Wouldn’t hurt,” he said before they kissed passionately, as they did so the elevator started moving. “Wow, that was creepy,” he said. “Almost as if someone was waiting for that.”
“Elevators are weird like that,” Blaine said as they finally managed to make it to the lobby, everyone else cheering. “Although, I have to admit. As long as I’m with you, I could stay anyplace for any amount of time.”
Kurt laughed, “Me too, but let’s test out that theory at the restaurant,” he said, “Come on, honeybee” he said pulling him off into the night.
Day 13: Moon
Blaine doesn’t know what to get Kurt for Christmas and this year Kurt isn’t providing him with a list.
Words: 506
Blaine looked up at Kurt from where he sat on the sofa. This Christmas would be the first in eighteen years without both of the kids, the first in twenty years without any kids. That meant that Blaine got to spoil Kurt again with just the two of them, no family vacation, no family holiday, just the two of them. As lonely as it felt, it was also quite romantic.
“So, is there anything particular you want?” Blaine asked remembering how he had almost chosen the perfect present four years ago. It was an Armani men’s coat, except Kurt had really been eyeing the solid black coat instead of the blue one and then he had to change which shirts and pants he had visualized with the coat. Ever since that year, Blaine had been sure to ask Kurt for his exact Christmas wish list.
He tried to get Kurt two larger gifts and a medium or small gift, but this year he wanted something special. He wanted something that might conquer over the empty nest feeling that they both, admittedly, were feeling.
“So,” Blaine asked as he looked up at Kurt, taking off his glasses, “What would you like this year?”
Kurt smiled back as he held up the family cat, a classic black and white cat, “I don’t know, maybe you could pick it out for me.”
Blaine sighed, “Can’t you tell me? I never can get it right when it comes to you, I know how much you like these gifts to be perfect and I don’t mind buying whatever you’d like.”
“I don’t mind, it depends on your budget doesn’t it?” Kurt grinned.
Blaine rolled his eyes, “I guess it might, but I don’t have a budget when it comes to you”
Kurt put the cat down on the floor and went over to his husband, snuggling up beside him. “I don’t mind,” he said as he held Blaine’s hand, resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder. “I’m just glad that after all these years, after twenty five years we’re still married and after thirty years, we’re still best friends.”
Blaine nodded, “I love that too, but…you don’t want anything for Christmas, or at least anything you want to pick out. I thought we had a good rhythm with this. Is anything okay?” he smiled at his husband.
“Yes, anything is okay. I’ll love it because you picked it out for me,” Kurt commented.
Blaine laughed and then said teasingly, “What is it you want, Kurt? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Kurt.”
Kurt laughed, they always watched It’s A Wonderful Life, this time of year. He knew that line so well and he always thought it was a good one. He placed one hand on Blaine’s cheek and turned him to the side. After kissing his husband passionately, Kurt grinned “I’ll take it.”
Day 12: Legend
When Kurt gets a bad cold, Blaine does all he can to make him feel better. This includes a story about how the prince and the commoner found each other and fell in love.
Words: 731
Kurt hated colds, okay, so the majority of people who ever lived hated having colds, but Kurt really detested this cold. It was nearing Christmas and it was his first Christmas in New York with Blaine since they got married. He had been really excited, but after celebrating by ice skating, he had attracted this cold. He had also managed to attract the idea of keeping him bedridden to Blaine.
So, it was back to breakfasts in beds, accompanied by lunches and dinners as well. This was all made worse by the fact that Kurt was to weak to properly protest. So, it had turned into Blaine buying new socks, new sweaters, different medicines, a heated pad, some great scented items which were supposed to help, and a lot of juice.
Fortunately, Blaine was putting something on the TV that Kurt hadn’t seen before and was probably going to make him drowsy and put him to sleep. It was Legend, which starred Tom Hardy. Definitely not Kurt’s choice of movie, but again it would most likely put him to sleep and make this having a cold feel better.
Blaine sighed as he tried again with the DVD player and closed his eyes, “I think power is out,” he said regretfully. “I’m sorry,” he curled into the bed and wrapped his arms around Kurt again, “no movie today.”
“Aww,” Kurt sighed, “but you shouldn’t be h-holding” sneeze “me, you’ll get yo-our” sneeze “self sick”
“If I get sick by holding you, it’ll be a sickness worth having,” Blaine grinned, “Okay, so how about I tell you a story instead.”
Kurt smiled, “Okay, go ahe-ad” he nodded.
Blaine smiled as he cleared his throat and started the story,
“So, once upon a time, a long long time ago, the king decided that he would host a royal ball to celebrate the winter solstice.”
“Christmas,” Kurt interrupted making Blaine laugh,
“Okay, the king decided that he would host a royal ball to celebrate Christmas. He sent out invitations to the entire kingdom and said that he wanted to celebrate a grand year. His son, who was a bit clueless and not so attractive,”
“very attractive, talented, affectionate, and intelligent,” Kurt corrected. Blaine rolled his eyes as he started to tell the story again.
“His son was attractive, talented, affectionate, and intelligent and his name was Blaine.”
Kurt nodded to the correction.
“Blaine had never shown much interest in the young princesses that his father would try to marry off to him, so this was a chance for Blaine to meet someone he cared for. The royal ball would be too lavish, too grand, too large, and Blaine didn’t care for that. What he did care for was the grand staircase, he had always admired this particular staircase and thought it was beautiful. Well, on the day of the ball there were many people rushing around, but there was one young man in particular that caught the prince’s eye. He was another prince, a prince that…”
“Commoner,” Kurt said as he turned around to face Blaine.
Blaine sighed over that, but nodded.
“He was the most attractive, romantic, and overall kindest commoner that one could ever meet, he also had a lot of interest in fashion so he wore the most well designed outfits. The prince had passed him on the stairs a moment before, but it wasn’t until the commoner asked what to do at the royal ball that the prince truly saw him.
As their eyes met and the prince heard the commoner’s voice, he fell madly in love with him. Daring himself to be brave, the prince took the commoner’s hand and felt his heart pound, but being clueless didn’t understand what it was. Either way, the prince ran down the west wing of the castle with the commoner and they ran forever, making sure to each make the dreams and destiny of the other as beautiful as they could. There would be many stories about the two men, many legends, but more than anything, they had both found the prince they had been looking for.”
Blaine looked up at Kurt and saw that he was asleep so cuddled him tighter. He loved this story, no matter how many different ways he told it or the amount of times he told it, it was one of his absolute favorites.
Day 11: Kink
Blaine has plans for a kinky night with Kurt.
Words: 556
yes, I am so late on these. I’ve been working mornings so I’m all tired out at night through all that smiling.
The last time that Kurt and Blaine had had sex was over a week ago. To be honest they had scheduled multiple sex sessions over the past week, but they kept having to cancel. Blaine had to work on his latest play, Kurt was designing another type of accessory and had to pitch to magazines to have them advertise it. Blaine was caught in an elevator, Kurt had to go and buy a new shirt because he had spilled coffee on the one he had chosen to wear to a meeting. So, even though they had both wanted to have sex, it had been a while.
And now, now that they had time to have sex, Blaine wanted to roleplay.
It wasn’t unusual, they had often roleplayed before, they were both actors so of course they found it fun. This time though, it was something more naughty and dirty, tonight Blaine wanted to explore bestiality. Blaine had even bought a whip.
So when Kurt had arrived at home, he had changed into a robe that was similar to Santa’s coat and put a Santa hat on his head. These were the only two items of clothes he was wearing, something that he could easily undress out of, throw and discard on the bedroom floor as he slid into Blaine’s tight ass.
He opened the door to see Blaine wearing a tail clipped onto a belt, gloves and socks that looked like reindeer hooves and a pair of reindeer antlers on his head. The whip was beside him on the bed.
“Hello, my pet,” Kurt grinned as he passed over to Blaine, “How is my favorite reindeer tonight?”
Blaine neighed in response, starting to nuzzle Kurt’s arm as he made more moaning sounds. Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine’s curls.
“Such a very very good reindeer deserves special treats, after all Blitzen, you are the best out there. You’ve got the best antlers, the best hooves,” Kurt said as he licked Blaine’s wrist, which made Blaine decide to buck. “The best tail,” Kurt said as he moved it out of the way, “and the very best little butt,” Kurt dropped the robe to the floor. “Such a good little ass hole that I can’t help but want to slip something into that stocking. What do I have for a stocking stuffer,”
Kurt got into position and lubed up before slipping his dick into Blaine, he moved in time with Blaine and as soon as they got to their peak he heard Blaine moan, not one of those sexy moans, but a painful one. Kurt slipped out as soon as he could.
“Honey bee, what is it? Do you want to stop?” Kurt asked.
“I just…I have a kink,” Blaine said as he put a hand to his upper back.
“I know, but it’s okay, I have kinks too,” Kurt admitted. “Nothing like this, but I have to treat my husband sometimes too.”
“No, in my back,” Blaine said as he tried to stand up, “We have to stop,”
Kurt grinned as he picked up the whip, “There’s something we could try first, the best type of massage.”
“I guess you could,” Blaine smiled, “It certainly is going to be the season to be jolly,” he said before getting on his back.
Day 10: Jumble
Kurt tries to find out what Blaine bought him for Christmas, but finds himself buried under a huge pile of gifts for other people.
658 words
Kurt wasn’t sure how to get himself out of his current situation. He didn’t know how to cover it up or even how to distract Blaine from not noticing, he was completely lost when it came to what he should do. He could blame his husband for putting the box from Versace and the box from Armani, high up on the shelf with a tag saying, ‘To my doe eyed darling’.
Blaine knew that Kurt wouldn’t be able to do anything else, Blaine had to know that with the Tom Ford jacket that Blaine had bought last year (a perfect blue blazer), Kurt would be interested. With that in mind, it wasn’t Kurt’s fault that when he had pulled the box down he would be covered with two bags worth of items that hadn’t been wrapped yet, and that there were different post it notes that peeled off that said who each gift went to.
How could Kurt have known that?
He nervously picked up a camera, this had to be for Artie…right? Although, Brittany wanted a camera so she could try to develop them herself in the dark room she had had built. Then again, Sam was constantly going to conventions and he kept talking about how he wanted to take pictures on something other than his phone. Maybe it was for Carole, her camera had recently stopped working and Blaine had been talking about it. So, maybe he…..could just pick up the second camera, a completely different model and decide who they were for.
Okay, so he could do that, but the karaoke set? The karaoke set had to be for Rachel, although she and Jesse had their own setup and Jesse wouldn’t let an inferior piece or a piece that didn’t match be with his setup. So, either it was a lot better than it looked or it was for someone else. Maybe Sam, he had been playing the guitar more.
Now, the darts and the special dart pouch, those had to be for someone else right? They hadn’t seen Puck for a while, but that didn’t mean that Blaine wouldn’t give them to Quinn when Kurt saw her. They looked really good, but on the other hand, Kurt had been told by Elliott that dart was a very therapeutic exercise since his ex broke up with him.
It was all very confusing and Kurt wished that he had ne—- who was he kidding? He was wishing that he could open that Versace box, but covered by everything else, he couldn’t reach it.
As he heard the door open, Kurt pulled himself up from the floor, his eyes widening at the jumbled up presents in front of him. “Kurt!” Blaine called, “Kurt?” he asked again before putting down Hepburn and walking into he house. “Go play, I’m going to go find your Papa.”
“Kurt!?” Blaine called again and Kurt’s eyes widened as Blaine saw Kurt standing among all the gifts. “Wow…I should have known better,” he smiled before walking over to his desk drawer, “I was going to give you this soon because I knew it would be hard for you to wait,” he said.
Kurt sighed and opened up the box to see a silk designer scarf inside, he wrapped it around his neck and smiled at how soft the cashmere was. “Oh Blaine, this is gorgeous” he said as he held up the cobalt scarf, “So warm…” Kurt’s attention was then drawn to the pile of gifts on the floor, “I really am sorry, Blaine. I’m…I didn’t know where each…piece went…I’m…”
Blaine stood, picking up a notebook as he did so, “You’re Kurt Hummel-Anderson, my husband,” he said before kissing Kurt, “If this didn’t happen then you wouldn’t be you, plus I wrote it all down,” he showed Kurt the list in the notebook.
“You really are amazing, Blaine” Kurt said before kissing his husband again.
-- I’m a little late on this, I actually worked yesterday and then felt too tired after work to write a lot, sorry --
Day 9: Indecent
Blaine doesn’t feel sexy after hearing that he only got the Santa job because of his increased waistline, Kurt however finds Blaine extremely sexy and is about to prove it.
493 words
Blaine felt fat, in fact when he had heard that that was the reason he was able to play Santa at the mall, it had definitely scared him a little bit. He was worried about how Kurt felt. Sure, Kurt had worked as an elf before and yes, it was a singing role, but it still made Blaine feel embarrassed. Kurt had really disliked him looking at Frat Boy Physicals last time, now that they were into their first year of marriage, it would definitely be worse.
Blaine heard the front door of the apartment close and put down the tape measure, “H-hey,” he stumbled over his words. “I…uh…”
Kurt sighed, “Are you still upset over them? I said not to listen to those idiots, who obviously couldn’t get a life.”
Blaine looked down, “There has to be a reason why they said that, I mean maybe I’m not good looking or sexy, but that they…”
“They don’t know what they are missing out on,” Kurt said as he came over to Kurt. He put one hand to Blaine’s cheek and kissed him passionately before reaching with his other hand to grab Blaine’s ass. “Just as tight and sexy as I remember,” he said before pulling Blaine to the bedroom, “Let me show you how much I love you.”
Blaine blushed, but nodded and soon he and Kurt were undressing each other, Kurt had put on a pair of reindeer antlers and Blaine had his Santa hat on. Kurt grinned as Blaine’s shirt and vest fell onto the floor and he started licking his husband, nuzzling him during their roleplay.
Blaine meanwhile was running his hand through Kurt’s chest as if petting him, but every so often he would run it down Kurt’s bare back.
“Spread your legs Mr Santa,” Kurt said as he pushed Blaine back a little and licked his husband’s dick before slipping the hot, throbbing penis into his mouth. He playfully licked and sucked as he heard Blaine make the sounds where Kurt knew he was having pleasure from this.
Kurt put his hands to Blaine’s back and pushed him back to get a better angle at the penis he was so attracted to.
“Okay,” Blaine smiled, “but reindeers need to be fed too.”
Hearing someone cough at the door, Blaine looked up before slowly guiding Kurt back, “Hey there, dad” he said awkwardly as Kurt looked around to see Burt watching them have sex.
“Oh god,” he said, grabbing the blanket behind him. “Dad,”
“I don’t think I want to know, Kurt” Burt said with an awkward laugh, “Nice antlers.”
Kurt turned a deep red and looked at Blaine, “Did you know that my dad just watched us do that.”
Blaine stared at Kurt, “Do you realize that when you grabbed the blanket, he got a long look at me fully exposed. Although, I have to admit, he did stay longer than I thought he would.”
