So, here we go under the mistletoe. Oh, I adore you. (Friday, December 6, 2019)
Blaine left LeFay Friday afternoon and headed over to Sebastian’s apartment to spend some time with Ras before Seb got home for the weekend. He’d be there for a few hours, snuggled up in his Harvard Law hoodie (his new favorite shirt) messing with the green and red candy cane light theme on Seb’s balcony while he waited. Lemon meltaway cookies already cooling on a rack while Ras begged with his eyes for just one more. Of course Blaine would oblige. As happy as Blaine was he couldn’t help feeling just a little down. Nothing was actually wrong with him; his life was going swimmingly over the last few months and aside from a few setbacks with his father that may, sadly, never resolved themselves, he could not be happier. Tony and Hunter were coming around more which meant Blaine got to spend more time with Tony and get to know her more, further proving that a piece of his beautiful, intelligent and kind mother still lived on in not just him but, this charming woman. Not to mention Seb and Freya were now comfortable with each other and they coexisted like friends should. And Ras still absolutely loved Blaine and Freya and never missed a chance to show it. And, most of all he had Sebastian and the two of them were closer than ever, their bond growing stronger still by the day.
Still, there was this little feeling- like something stuck and aching in his chest that was making it hard from him to breathe properly. It wasn’t until he was back inside and standing in front of the 6’5 Christmas tree that he’d once again decorated in Sebastian’s favorite colors (green and blue) that he allowed himself to wrap his head around the issue. And really- It was such a stupid stupid thing that Blaine’s face flared up hot and red in embarrassment. It took him looking at the beautiful tree in his boyfriend's apartment to admit that he was upset that once again, Sebastian was going to be leaving for Paris. In a week. For sixteen whole damn days... just like he did last year. Looking at the tree reminded him that he’d have to spend his Christmas without his other half once again. Sure, Christmas was different for him but, it was a time for family and Sebastian was his family and it felt just as achy as it did last year, possibly even more now.
No, he wasn’t upset with Sebastian or Sabine or anyone really, not at all. He loved them both. But, Seb’s grandmother was very French, very strict and overwhelmingly Catholic. To think that Blaine would be able to go with him like he went with Seb over the last two Thanksgivings was almost laughable. The Smythe Family was one... thing. Sebastian’s grandmother seemed to be something else entirely and when Seb asked her about Blaine coming this time she had refused. He tried not to take it too personal but it twisted at his insides a little. Maybe next year . Well, if I’m alive. He sighed to himself and tried his hardest to shake the ache. He managed fine enough last year, he got to have Ras for the last half, hopefully this year he’d get to have him the whole trip. He got to go to Seb’s house whenever he wanted and they talked and texted and Seb even took the black tourmaline Blaine had charged for him with him and didn’t make a big deal about it. Still, the strings of fate that attached Sebastian to Blaine and Blaine to Sebastian felt taut and uncomfortable with Seb was that far away and Blaine didn’t much care for it. And Blaine hated missing him fucking so much and he wasn’t looking forward to it. He tried to tell himself that this year would be different. Sebastian knew that he was a witch now and he knew that Blaine could be in his arms with very little tie and effort. Blaine could even put a shield around them so that his mother and grandmother couldn’t hear them. He told himself all of this and he knew he was being silly and dramatic and still his chest felt funny and he dreaded thinking about Seb being four thousand miles away from him again because even when he visited he’d still have to come back to Boston every night alone.
He sighed a little disgusted with himself. Don’t be that person, Blaine. Don't be crazy. It’ll be okay just like last year N!o rogue witch will find him and try to harm him. Sebastian will not fall off the fucking Eiffel Tower without you there, he won’t even go to the damn thing. Just calm down and ask him if you can visit a few times. He’s not going to tell you no. Blaine wasn’t sure if he said the words out loud but if Ras’ arched, (yes arched) brows and confused face were to judge then yes, he said them out loud.
He sighed and gave the tree a once over. He’d done it up the day after they came back from Ohio for Thanksgiving. Seb had helped but, mostly watched, a little in awe of the twinkle magic Blaine had done with the lights. Sure, you could buy lights that twinkled but, this was something different. If Seb were to have company they’d wonder where in the world he got such strange lights. Blaine should probably stop the magic but, he liked the way Seb’s face looked when he did these little things and would often catch Seb watching when he’d come into the room so he kept the magic in the lights and even let them ripple sometimes. Looking at the tree now thought it seemed so dull. It was almost identical to the one he’d done last year. Why had he thought the same thing was a good idea? He shook his head and thought for a moment. What could top it? He worried his lip, looking down at his feet, his eyes catching the word on the front of his hoodie. He smiled to himself. He had an idea.
A few tweaks here and a little dab of twinkling magic there and the once green and blue decorated tree was now done up in the crimsons, blacks and grays of Sebastian’s school right down to the packages under the tree. The tree was adorned with little living sprigs of Evergreen, Holly and Ivy which were sprinkled throughout the branches, berries included. It was classy and beautiful and Blaine was insanely proud of himself. He reached out and tinkered with a black bow before stepping back and smiling to himself. It didn’t fix his ache but it was beautiful and made him feel good.
He looked at the clock, noting that Sebastian would be home in just a few minutes. They had plans for a casual dinner and to Christmas shop for his father, Sabine and the grandmother that night. He was determined to be in a good mood and not let this Paris trip ruin his December. Struck once more with inspiration, he gave a little wave of his hand and watched as vividly green mistletoe appeared just above the door, the little white berries stark against the red and grey bow that grew around it. He’d never done Mistletoe before and usually he needed something living such as a blade of grass or a leaf to grow anything at all. This must be a special occasion. Perhaps Frigg and Persephone had blessed him this year? He’d have to thank them later. Either way, he didn’t need the plant to get his kiss but, how romantic anyway? He wondered how long Seb would take to notice.