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Klaine Advent Day 14: Nose

A loud bang from behind the wall alerted Kurt. There was a new guy in the apartment next to his, but Kurt didn't have the chance to meet him, seeing as he moved in just this morning.

Maybe he's unpacking and something fell, he thought. But the he heard a loud groan and even louder 'fuck!' followed by more groaning.

The guy must hurt himself somehow.

Kurt put down his book on the coffee table and walked out his place. Feeling a bit unsure, he knocked on the guy's door.

A minute later it opened, revealing the most beautiful man Kurt's ever seen.

Dark and wild curls, gorgeous whiskey colour eyes and breathing smile.

The only bad thing about the man's face way the blood covering it.

"Oh, hi!" He said, when he noticed he just stood there, staring at the bleeding man. "I'm Kurt, from next door? I heard a bang and come to check if you're alright?"

"I'm Blaine" he said, his voice a bit slurred. They shook hands, and the shiver that went down Kurt's spine had nothing to do with how cold Blaine's hand was. "And to answer your question, I was alright until I tripped over my own shoelaces. I think my nose is broken."

"You think?" Kurt said, but quickly mentally slapped himself. "Do you need any help? With going to the hospital?"

Blaine was about to reply, but just then he swayed on his feet. Thankfully Kurt caught him before he hit the floor again.

"Wow. Yeah, I definitely need help." Their faces were so close, and Blaine's lips looked so delicious, all Kurt had to do was to lean a little bit. He saw Blaine already closing his eyes, it was so rom-com like...

If not for the blood drying on Blaine's perfect face.

Shaking his head and clearing his throat z Kurt secured his neighbour to standing position and let go of him.

"Let me just take my keys and wallet. I'll be right back."

"I won't go anywhere" Blaine promised, his soft smile making Kurt's knees weak and heart beat faster.

Three hours later, Kurt had a chance to see that Blaine, with small bruise over his nose but cleaned up, is even more beautiful than he thought.

An oh, his lips really was delicious.

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Klaine Advent - Day 1: Attachment

Hello, I'm a day later, but hope it's still okay ;)

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"Oh God, oh God, oh God" Kurt chanted as he ran through NYADA’s halls, trying his best to book it to his Music Theory professor's office.

You see, he did something really stupid. I’m talking moronic. Probably the stupidest thing he has ever done in his life, probably even dumber than that one time he got a misspelled tattoo while drunk.

But this time he couldn’t blame it on alcohol, not even on tiredness or some mysterious strange sickness. Nope, he was completely sober, healthy and rested when he attached the wrong file to his final essay. The only thing he actually was, is screwed.

If only he had sent some stupid meme or something similar, but no, or course his life couldn’t be that easy. So now he was running, quite literally, to save his life. Hoping and praying to whomever that he'd get to the office before Dr Baranowsky opened that damn email.

Breathing heavily he reached out for the doorknob but found it to be locked.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" he yelled, frustration growing in him.

"Is there a problem?" a voice came from his left.

He knew that voice. He loved that voice.

Turning slowly, Kurt saw Blaine Anderson standing next to him, a puzzled expression plastered on his handsome face.

Blaine was about two years older than Kurt, and worked as a TA for Doctor Baranowsky while trying to finish his dissertation.

"No! I mean, yes. I do have a problem. Big one."

"Okay" Blaine smiled at him as he opened the door to the office. "Let's go inside to see what we can do about it."

They sat in front of Blaine's laptop and waited, Kurt in the meantime explaining his problem.

"And how bad is it exactly?" Blaine asked as he opened the professors email account.

Fortunately for Kurt, Blaine being the Professors TA meant that he had access to certain school accounts — emails included.

“Bad. Really bad" Kurt said looking mortified as Blaine clicked on the picture.

"Oh" The TA whispered as he starred open mouth at the monitor before them.

"Yeah, oh."

"Is that... Is that Captain America?" Blaine asked while taking a closer look, his head tilting to the side as he takes in the full image.

"Yes."

"And that's Bucky....And they..."

"Yeah, they are...."

"Wow...Did you draw this?" Blaine questions as he turns his head back to look at Kurt.

"What? No!" Feeling his whole face turning red, he meekly confesses. “Ok, Maybe...”

"It's really good, I'm impressed."

"Um, thank you?"

"Okay, so I'm going to delete your email and you just need to send it again, because you do still have some time." Blaine says, doing just that.

With two clicks and a drag of the message, Blaine looks back over to Kurt and smiles with a toothy grin. “But this time, let’s try to send it without any compromising attachments, ok?"

"Oh my god, thank you so much!" Kurt jumps out of his chair and basically koala hugs a smitten Blaine. "How can I repay you? You saved my life!"

"A kiss would be great."

"What?" Just then Kurt noticed the position they were in. Blushing furiously, he tries to move but Blaine only holds him closer.

"I really like you, Kurt. You're an amazing person and I would like to know you better." Placing a soft kiss on Kurt's cheek. "But let's start with coffee."

"Yeah, okay." Gathering up their stuff and things, Kurt taps on Blaine’s arm, which causes the shorter of the two too look back over with a warm grin l. "Oh, and Blaine? I like you, too."

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Klaine Advent Day 10: Judgement

The Hummel's kitchen was dark, if not for the moonlight coming from the window. Kurt jumped a bit when he heard someone's footsteps coming into the room and then the lights turned on.

"Oh, hi, Kurt" Blaine said, scratching his head and yawning. "You can't sleep either?"

Blaine was Kurt's best friend. They've known each other for just few weeks, but since day one they were inseparable. It didn't take a week for Kurt to start feeling something a little bit more than just a friendship towards the other boy.

It was their first sleepover at Kurt's house, even if they slept in different rooms, but fact that Blaine was somewhere in the house made Kurt mind work too fast to sleep.

"No, I was just wanted to drink something" he lied. "What about you?"

"Same thing" Blaine replied, yawning again. "Where do you keep glasses, again?"

"In the cupboard over the sink."

Just as the words left Kurt's mouth, he watched Blaine opening the wrong cupboard.

"No!" He whisper-yelled, but it was too late. Blaine already saw what was inside.

Kurt's crush, who was supposed to think highly of Kurt, in case he reciprocate his feelings, saw the box of kids cereals. He was doomed.

"Trix swirls! Oh wow, I haven't had them in ages!" He exclaimed, taking the box with him. When he turned around and saw Kurt's face, his smile disappeared.

"Hey, Kurt" he put the box on the table and took Kurt's hands in his. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna judge you or anything like that. If you want, I promise to never tell anyone about it. Okay?"

Kurt only nodded, not trusting his voice. He looked up when he felt Blaine's fingers under his chin.

"Beside, I think only cool people can eat them above the age of 10." Blaine's breath ghosted over Kurt's skin. "And I think you're really cool" he stated, kissing him softly on the cheek.

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A/N:

I'm not from US and don't know a thing about cereals. I just googled them up and chose the first pretty one. Tbh, are Trix swirls even American?

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Klaine Advent Day 5 : Example

"How many of these did you use?" Kurt had asked, angrily sweeping up the rose petals that laid scattered across the Dalton Academy main staircase.

"Umm, a lot?" His new fiance answered back, uncertainty clear in his voice. He was kneeling on the floor, putting the clutter into trash bags.

Kurt looked down at him, and sighed overdramatically. He'd sat on one of the first steps and played with his brand new ring for the tenth time in the past hour.

"You're lucky I love you, Blaine, otherwise I would never help you clean up this mess."

Blaine tied up the last bag and sat next to Kurt. "I know how much you love romance. I just wanted to be that for you. Romantic."

"So you had to use American Beauty as an example?"

"What?" Blaine looked at him, puzzled. "What are you even - oh. Hahaha. No, I definitely did not think about that movie while planning your proposal."

A smile blossomed on Kurt's face, which Blaine took it as a permission to kiss him.

He had waited a whole afternoon for that kiss after all.

"Not so fast, mister" Kurt silenced Blaine with a finger on his lips. "You still need to put away those petals over there" he shifted his body, revealing one more pile of petals on the step behind him.

Groaning, Blaine stood up and reached for another bag.

"Is this how it's gonna be now? You bossing me around?"

Kurt smiled mischievously and blew him a kiss.

"You asked for that, darling."

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Klaine Advent Day 19: Talk

Maddie Anderson was a sweet, adorable seven years old girl. She was smarter and more mature than other kids her age, so after passing several exams, she skipped first two grades.

When she saw both her dads entering her room, with upset clear on their faces, she braced herself for a serious matter.

"Sweetie" her Papa, Blaine, said. "We need to talk to you about something."

"It's very important for a kid your age, especially for you, since you're the youngest in your class." Daddy Kurt added, sitting on her bed and patting his knees so she could sit there. Blaine sat next to them and took her hand.

"Daddy and I know you're a big girl now, and probably figured out some bits of what we want to discuss, but-"

"I already know about sex" she interrupted him, bluntly. "Auntie Tana told me everything."

"Everything?" Kurt whispered in horror.

"Yeah, how the babies are made and that you should do that only with someone who loves and respects you and that you should do that too."

"That's good, honey" Blaine said, slightly I that Santana gave her such advice "but that's not what we wanted to talk about with you."

"So, what's that?" She asked, smiling at them.

"We don't want to upset you, but you must know - Santa Claus isn't real" Kurt told her.

"Oh that!" Maddie laughed, and bounced a bit on Kurt's lap. "I know that, tool."

"What?" Her parents asked in unison.

"I've known since last year. I saw you Papa dressed as Santa and you Daddy kissing him. It was gross. Can I go to bathroom now?"

She jumped off of Kurt's lap and walked to the door.

"And you're not upset about this?" Blaine asked.

"Why? I still got to get the presents, right?" Maddie said, giggling and left the room.

"Wow. Our daughter is one of a kind" Blaine broke the silence. He moved closer and hugged his husband.

"Yes. But no matter how smart and mature Maddie is, I'm still going to kill Santana."

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Klaine Advent 2017 day 17: Raw

"Are you feeling any better, honey" Kurt asked out loud. The only answer he got was the sound of vomiting coming from the bathroom.

He felt bad for Blaine, he hates when his husband was sick, but this time it was Blaine's fault and only his.

"I told you you'd get sick" he said, coming into bathroom with fresh towels and clothes for Blaine.

"I'm fine" Blaine mumbled into the toilet.

"Yeah, I see that" Kurt said, sitting next to him on the floor and putting a blanket over his shoulders. "You're worse than a toddler. Eating a whole bowl of raw cookie dough? Seriously? What are you, five?"

"It was so good" he replied, before groaning painfully and hugging the toilet tightly.

"Just stay here and I'll see if we have enough things to make new cookies. Okay?"

Instead of answering, Blaine just threw up again.

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Klaine Advent Day 4 : Drink

In a world where no one believed in love or magic anymore, lived a tale older than time itself:

The tale about a boy and his soulmate.

The young boy was very different than anyone else around him. He was quite short and slender for his age, with head full of dark luscious curls that would often fall over his deep amber eyes whenever he moved.

Unfortunately for him, this was all a sharp contrast to the usual brown hair and blue eyes that surrounded him daily. Sadly, those differences made him feel even more like an outsider amongst his own.

Completely alone.

When the boy became teenager and could care for himself, he decided to seak a place for himself, somewhere he could fit just right.

"Blaine, sweetheart" his mother pleaded, "Please don't go. Stay."

"You know I can't, Mama" Blaine replied as he kissed her forehead for the last time.  "I have to go. I have to."

Adjusting the straps on his backpack so it wouldn’t slide off his shoulders as he hiked, Blaine did one final look through to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything.

Unzipping the back pocket of the pack, he reaches in and carefully rubs his finger along a worn-out silk handkerchief that he has had for a few years now.

Pulling it out of it’s clothed confinement, Blaine lifts the handkerchief up to his face to examine for the millionth  time. “KEH” he thinks to himself, a small smile gracing his lips as he brings it back down to carefully tuck back into the sack.

He has never really understood why he has had such a deep calm and connection to that piece of fabric. It wasn’t like it was handed down from an elder or anything. On the contrary, he had actually found it hidden in some bushes one summer afternoon while he was searching for his missing toy in the woods.

Shaking his head out of a trance, Blaine zipped the pack back up and tried his best to not look back at his mother. He knew if he saw those tears he wouldn’t be able to go.  

Leaving was hard enough on its own; seeing his mom cry was even harder.

Opening the door to his childhood home, Blaine told his mom one more goodbye and took his leave.

  ***

  Blaine traveled for days, days that turned into weeks, and weeks that turned into months. During that time he passed many villages, places where he would kindly stop and help harvest fields and tinker with run down farm equipment in exchange for food and rest.

While he found great enjoyment out of helping others and making lasting friendships, he just couldn’t find it in himself to stay in one place longer than two weeks at a time. His heart kept telling him that he had to move forward, that what he needed was further down the road.

A full year since he took those steps out of his childhood home, Blaine came upon a large city, with a big wall surrounding it. 

Finding his way inside, Blaine saw the stream of people, that seemed to walk in the same direction of what he assumed was market square. Following them, he soon found out that a nativity play was performed for the commoners.

Curious, as for the first time seeing such play, Blaine tried to push his way through the crowd to have a better place to watch.

Once in the front, he slipped on the melted snow and hit someone with his body. He felt a hot drink wetting his pants, but it was nothing in comparison to the other boy, whose clothes were soaked with what previously must been coffee.

"Oh no!" Blaine exclaimed, reaching for his backpack to looks for a cloth or something, but finding only his beloved handkerchief. "Let me help you!"

"Don't worry" the boy said, taking some tissues from his pocket to dry himself a bit. He didn't notice a small figurine falling out of his pocket. "Those are my commoner clothes, when I want to be incognito."

"Incognito?"

He didn't have time to get an answer, because at this moment two royal guards came and told the boy to follow them.

With a deep sigh, the boy followed the guards, arguing with one of them. Blaine looked after them, not sure what to do.

He was about to turn around and watch the play, when a splash of colour in the snow caught his eye. He kneeled and took a tiny, wooden soldier in his hand. It looked really familiar.

"Wait!" he yelled after the boy and the guards. The boy stopped and turned immediately. Blaine put the toy on his handkerchief to dry run toward them.

"What do you want, boy?" one of the guards asked, rudely. "Prince Kurt has to come back to the castle right now. His parents are awaiting him."

"Prince?" Blaine whispered, looking at the boy, who was watching him curiously. Then he remembered the toy. "I think it belongs to you, sir."

Prince Kurt looked at the outstretched hand. Blaine heard him gasp as he moved closer.

"Where did you get it from?" He asked in a soft voice.

"Right there, in the snow. It must fallen out of our po-" Blaine hurried to explain, but was stopped by Prince's hand on his.

"No, I don't mean the toy, but the handkerchief."

"Oh. I found it in the woods near my house, years ago. Is it..." ha had to ask, he had to know. "Is it yours?"

"No" the prince shook his head. "At least, not originally" he took the fabric with the toy and hugged it to his heart. "It belonged to my mother, she gave it to me when I was a small kid. I lost it on the day of her funeral."

"I'm so sorry" without thinking, Blaine stepped closer and embraced the prince.

The whole world seemed to stop and disappear around them. Nothing else mattered, just the two souls finding each other.

"Blaine" Kurt whispered, a lone tear coming down on his cheek.

"How do you know my name?" Blaine said in wonder.

"It's on the back of that toy. I found it on the same day I lost my mom's handkerchief."

"But how is that even possible?"

"I don't know. But whatever it was - fate, magic"

"A spilled drink" joked Blaine.

"It brought you here" finished Kurt. "To me."

"To you" repeated Blaine, before leaning in and kissing his prince.

A loud sound of cleared throat startled them. They both blushed furiously, avoiding looking at the guards. Kurt took Blaine's hand and they started walking to the castle.

"Let's go home."

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Klaine Advent Day 18: Stir

(This story is based on a true events from my childhood. I still can hear my grandma's voice. Eh.)

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"You're doing it wrong."

These should be the very last words if one Blaine Anderson, but thankfully Kurt loved him way too much.

You see, Kurt really did love Blaine. He was sweet, and caring, and cooked for him, and was really, really good in bed.

A perfect man, almost.

Blaine loved cooking and he knew how to do it, but he was also really anal about it. When he let Kurt help him, he expected total obedience.

A thing that made Kurt seeing red, if he was being honest.

"Exactly what am I doing wrong?" Kurt asked, trying not to sound angry already.

"The stirring." Blaine answered, not looking up from chopping the veggies. How did he even know what I'm doing, Kurt thought.

"What's so wrong about the way I stir?"

"You started off going clockwise, and now you're going counterclockwise and you just can't do that."

Kurt looked at Blaine, with his mouth open and a wooden spoon full of the hot sauce in his hand. He didn't even notice the sauce dripping on the floor.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, if you start one way then you have to-" Blaine began explaining, but Kurt interrupted him.

"I've heard what you said. Just. This is just a sauce. It doesn't know what way I'm stirring!"

"Nana had taught me to always write in one direction, so the sauce has good consistency."

Trying really hard to not tell Blaine where his great grandmother could shove her cooking advices, Kurt put the spoon into sink and turned to face Blaine.

"What if I'll chop the veggies, and you show me again the correct way to stir this sauce?"

"No problem!" Blaine put down the knife and happily hopped from the chair, completely missing the sarcasm in Kurt's voice. "Did you add fresh basil like the recipe says?"

With a deep sigh and few curses muttered under his breath, Kurt promised himself that next time, when he feels like eating Italian, they just go out.

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Klaine Advent Day 3 - Collapse

Blaine hated skating, flat out hated it. If he was being honest with himself, he pretty much hated any and all other winter activities, too. It’s just too cold outside during the winter, no thank you.

But skating? Skating he hated the most. Not only because he had two left feet and could collapse at any moment, but because other people were dangerous on the skates, too.

The horrible images that clouded his mind as he looked out at the ice rink before him. Hundreds of people skating left and right, people that could easily bump into him and make him fall, skating right over his hands and cutting his fingers — meaning he would have to go the hospital and they would call his parents and...

Oh god...his parents. They didn't even know he was in New York right now. It’s not like they would notice his absence anyway, being that they are currently on that cruise in the Carribbean and all, but what they didn’t know wouldn’t kill them. Or something like that.

Yeah.

With shaky legs and trembling knees, Blaine steps out onto the rink. He could do this, just one lap and he can finally cross "skating in Bryant Park" off his bucket list.

Oh god.

With determination Blaine moves his left foot forward a little too quickly and falls right on his face.

“Ow.” He mumbles to himself as he tries to push himself right side up.

"Hey, are you okay?" A guy skids to a stop right next to him, extending his arm out to help the embarrassed boy up. “Here, let me help you.”

"Yeah, I ju-“ Blaine looks over at the owner of the extended hand and suddenly loses all train of thought.

The man was gorgeous - pale skin and piercing blue eyes that looked at him in concern.

"I just fell," Blaine finishes lamely, his cheeks brewing a rosy color. ��I’m ok.”

"Are you sure? Ok, good. Let’s try not making a habit out it.” The gorgeous man teases as he goes to skate away.

During the hour or so that Blaine spent on the rink, the man had to help him up three more times. By the fourth time, Blaine was sure he was going to die of embarrassment.

Blaine had ended up running into the man, making them both fall on the ground; Blaine on top of the other.

"Wow,” The man laughs as he gently pushing Blaine up some from his chest so he can breathe, “if we're already passing first base, maybe we should learn each other’s names first. Hi, I'm Kurt."

Blaine just looks down at him in bewilderment, partially still frozen from the impact and shame, and partially because of the man's words.

"Umm, uh, Blaine." Blaine stampers out with a sniffle of his nose.

Damn seasonal allergies.

"Okay, 'uh Blaine' " Kurt smiles as he teases, "what about this - you get off of me and I'll treat you to a cup of hot chocolate to help warm up that cold of yours?"

"Hot chocolate?" Blaine parrots back.

"Yeah, you're what? 18? Too young for wine."

"I'm actually 17" he confesses.

"I'm 20. Is that a problem?" Kurt smiles

"Not at all."

Five years later Blaine proposes in the exact same spot and in the same exact position.

I guess, winter activities aren't that bad, after all.

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Thank you, @pavarottisrevenge , for your help! :D

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Klaine Advent Day 2: Bucket (Full of memories)

It was a sunny, summer day in Lima, Ohio. One could say the neighborhood was quiet and lazy, if not for the cacophony of weird noises and curses coming from the shed in Hummel-Hudson's backyard.

"Remind me again" panted Kurt, throwing away an empty wooden box, half eaten by God knows what "why did we agree to do this?"

In the other corner of the shed, his husband Blaine was trying to identify what he just found.

"Because you love your dad very dearly, and in order to show him that you care about his well-being, you volunteered us to clean this shed for him."

Deciding it was nothing worthy, Blaine threw it outside through the open window. It meant he'd have to clean outside as well, but he preferred that to walking out every few minutes to put everything into this huge container that stood there.

"Also, you were drunk."

"Yeah, that's explain a lot" mumbled Kurt, getting back to work. "Just, you know, we could be in Hawaii now."

"Stop whining. You saw the weather report, the travel agency had to cancel our trip or else we'd be in the middle of that hurricane. Just think about how jealous all our friends will be in December, freezing their asses here, while we'll be on Bahamas."

"Yeah, I guess."

They worked in a relatable silence for another hour or so, throwing away a lot of things, and the rest separating on two piles - one for good stuff and the other for things that needed a bit of reparations.

"Jesus, it's a hoarder's cave, not a shed. When did all this stuff even get here? You guys moved in here only 5 years ago!" Blaine wondered, weighing a small garden gnome in his hand. It was cute.

"Tell me more, honey. I'm sure at least part of this shit had been here already when we moved in, but the rest dad just took with him from the old house."

Shaking his head, Blaine added the gnome to 'need repair' pile.

"Okay, I'm done. I'm too tired to even blink" Kurt said, looking for something he could sit on. "What about a break?"

"Yes, please!" Blaine took the first thing under his hands and checked if it was safe to sit on. "Huh, this looks oddly familiar, don't you think?"

Kurt eyed the old bucket in his husband's hands. Suddenly, his eyes lighted up with recognition.

"Oh my god!" He took it from Blaine's hand and looked closer. "It's the bucket from my aunt Cecilia's well!"

"What! Are you kidding me?" Blaine moved closer, so he too could look at the item Kurt was holding. "Wow. But why is it here? How?"

"I don't know. Dad probably took it when my aunt had to fill the well after she sold that part of her property. You know him - everything can be useful and all that crap."

"Do you remember that day?" Blaine asked, looking fondly at the bucket.

"The one when I met you for the very first time and also saved you? Of course."

"I don't know how it happened that I fell inside. I thought it was a magical well that granted wishes and wanted to ask for a friend to play with. Thanks God you were walking by and heard me crying."

"Thank God the well wasn't that deep. Otherwise you would break your neck and die." Kurt put his arm around Blaine's shoulder and hugged him. "Fact that you were small enough to fit into that bucket so I could lift you up helped, too."

"You know, when you helped me out and didn't laugh at me, and even carried me back to my grandma's house - it was when I fell in love with you."

Kurt only laughed, shifting closer so he could kiss his husband.

"Don't laugh at me" Blaine said, when they stopped. "You were older, stronger and then kept spending time with me. You charmed my socks off."

"Two years older isn't that much."

"It is, when you're just five years old."

"You're adorable and I love you" Kurt stood up, and placed the bucket on the shelf where he put his phone, so he wouldn't forget to take it with him. It could be a nice pot for his cactuses. "Now go back to work. If you hurry, maybe later I'll charm more than just your socks off."

***

This time it's not proofread so I'm sorry for all the mistakes. I hope you liked it.

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Klaine Advent Day 6: Fraction

If you happen to walk or drive by the Pasadena Retirement Home, you'd see an elderly man sitting on the porch.

His face is wrinkled and old, but at the same time seems to be ageless. Maybe it's because of the stark white locks on his head, or his eyes - still full of life, with no trace of tardiness after all these years.

Every day after lunch he would come out onto the porch, always staying until sunset. Some days he'd read, other time he'd bring an old guitar with him, but never play it.

The man never speaks to anyone, either. Sometimes there's a small smile on his lips and a sparkle in his blue eyes, especially when he sees a young man with a mop of dark curly hair on his head.

It remains him about another man from his younger days.

A man that once was his biggest adventure, his best friend, his soulmate.

A man who's now just a fraction of his memories, the only one that refuses to disappear like many others already did.

He sits there, intensely watching the street, and waiting. Because one day, when the man come back to him, his wait will be over.

He'll be ready to go home.

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Klaine Advent 2017 Day 9 : inch

9 pm on the clock, time for Kurt's friend to go home, Burt Hummel had thought checking his watch. It's a school night after all.

Walking up the stairs, he'd heard voices coming from his son's room.

"Eight inches long? Wow, that's impressive! Mine is just six and a half" Blaine said.

"Yeah, but it's thicker" Kurt anwered.

For a second, Burt wasn't sure if he wants to know what the boys were doing, alone in the room. At least, the doors were cracked open.

"Can I touch it?" He heard Blaine say, excitement clear in his voice.

That's it, Burt thought.

He opened the door, and walked into the room to both boys fully dressed, bended over something on Kurt's desk.

Two long, disgusting earthworms on a plastic tray. On his kid's desk. What the heck?

"Oh, hi dad!" Kurt greeted him when he heard his dad coming in. "We just finished our biology homework. Aren't they cool?"

"Cool. Worms. Are you okay, son?" Burt asked, seeing a big smile on Kurt's face.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

Shaking his head and trying not to look at the writhing creatures, Burt reminded them it's time for Blaine to go home.

Going back to the kitchen for something to drink, he thought he would rather walk on them making out.

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Klaine Advent 2017 day 7: Genuine

"Honey, can you come here for a minute?" Blaine heard Kurt calling for him from the kitchen.

Oh no, he thought. It's Kurt's groomzilla's voice. It can't be good.

"Yes, darling?" He got up from the couch, the newest National Geographic issue be damned.

"What was your part to do before our wedding?" Kurt asked nicely, but Blaine knew him enough to know he's fuming with rage inside. Kurt rarely aimed his anger on him, but the closer to the wedding it got, the more frustrated his fiance was becoming.

"Umm. Take care of the thank you cards, don't gain any weight and be at the altar on time?" Blaine didn't mean to form this as a question. But groomzilla Kurt was scary, so sue him.

"Exactly. Do you know what came in the mail today?" Without giving him chance to answered, Kurt continued. "Our cards. I read them. Every one of them. All two hundred and four. And you know what?"

Blaine didn't know, didn't even try to guess, so he just shook his head. He tried to remember where they kept his favourite blanket, because it was clear as fuck he's spending the night on the couch.

"You misspelled the word 'genuine'."

Kurt voice was so calm, that Blaine was afraid to breathe. He vaguely remember a word or two underlined with red in the Word document, but he thought it could be a surname of some relative he didn't even know.

Well, he was wrong.

"I'm sorry?" he tried.

"The wedding is in two weeks. We agreed to have it all ready beforehand, so we have more time for honeymoon."

"I know, Kurt. And I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do that" Blaine came closer to Kurt and tried to kiss him, but his fiance stepped back. "I'll try to fix it."

"No, you will not try. You will fix it" Kurt put the box full of cards he held in his arms on the counter. "Just do this. Please" he added as an afterthought and left the kitchen.

Guest bedroom, Blaine thought, taking the box with him to his office. The blanket is in guest bedroom.

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Klaine Advent 2017 Day 11: key

Decorating Christmas tree a week before Christmas was a tradition in the Hummel-Anderson family.

For years, it was just Kurt and Blaine, and their dog, Presco. They would decorate the bottom of the tree with dog's treats, that always disappeared way before Christmas Eve.

This Christmas, however, would be the first one with their new daughter, Alice.

Alice was five years old, with head full of chestnut curls and green eyes, and smile so much like Kurt's, it was hard to believe she wasn't his biological kid.

"Daddy, why did you put a key on the tree?"

Kurt and her were sitting on the couch, admiring their work.

"It's a key to your dad's heart" Blaine jokes, coming out from the kitchen and putting a tray with three mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table. He sat on the other side of Alice and kissed her head.

"Don't listen to him, sweetheart. He's silly." Kurt handed her the mug and took one for himself. "It's a key to the first apartment Papa and I shared."

"Ooooh! What was it like?" she bounced excited, thankfully not spilling her drink.

"Well, the whole place could easily fit into this room" Blaine said, taking a sip of his chocolate. "It smelled like dogs, and we couldn't close the bathroom window properly."

"Why?"

"I don't know, we never found out why it was like that."

"But even with the broken window and bad pipes and weird neighbours, I loved living there" Kurt added. "Do you know why?"

"No, daddy. Why?"

"Because I shared it with your Papa, and that was enough."

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Klaine Advent 2017 Day 8: Health(y)

When Blaine Anderson came back home from work, he hadn't expected his husband being surrounded by apples in their tiny kitchen.

"Whoa, Kurt!" He tried to navigate his way between the counter and bags of apples to greet Kurt.

"Hello, honey" Kurt waved at him from where he was stuck by the window.

"Do you want me to move out?" Blaine asked, kissing him softly on the cheek.

"What, why?"

"You know what they say - an apple a day keeps doctor away." He only joked partially. Who knows what Kurt's been thinking.

"No, honey! No!" Kurt shook his head frantically.

"Then what's the deal with these apples?" He asked, choosing one fruit and taking a bite. "Mmm, they're really good."

"I'd just thought... That maybe I'd start eating more healthy, get in shape and all..."

"The only thing you get from eating all these apples is diarrhea" Blaine mumbled around another bite.

"What?" Kurt looked at him, but Blaine just continued eating. "Never mind. I also thought thst your birthday is coming, and then Christmas a week after that, so I could bake a lot of different pies, and you could make your cider, and then-"

"Hey, hey, hold up a second!" Blaine put a hand on Kurt's mouth to make him stop talking. "We don't need that much apples to do all of that. Besides, neither pies nor cider are healthy. You can trust me on this, I'm a doctor."

"You're an anthropologist."

"I have a degree. My point is" Blaine continued, glaring at his husband "that we can keep some, and give the rest to Tina, so she can take her class to mini zoo to feed the ponies. What do you think?"

"Okay. But you're carrying the bags. They're freaking heavy."

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Unimaginable - Chapter 2/?

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Chapter 1 - tumblr, AO3

Hiding behind the velvet curtain, Kurt tried to collect himself. Did the other boy really see him? That wasn’t possible, right? For years no one had noticed Kurt, and suddenly out of the blue there was a boy that did?!! No, it couldn’t be…

Peaking out from behind the curtain, Kurt saw the other boy sitting down on the dirty floor, still looking in the direction of the backstage area.

Taking a closer look at him, Kurt noticed the boy’s weird clothes for the first time. They were nothing like the people he saw in the audience every night. These looked old, a bit dirty, tattered on the edges, and from what he could see, a rather large hole on the back of the jacket.

Kurt had to admit, this whole situation was intriguing. For years he was all alone trapped in this building, wandering down the halls as he wished for someone to talk to. He was lonely, that was for sure, all the pranks he would pull on the theatre’s guests got old and dull after awhile. The repetitiveness of it all bringing him little to no enjoyment anymore.

One could easily say he was simply bored to death — pun intended.

Fidgeting with the buttons on his coat, Kurt tried to figure out his next step. On one hand, he could just reveal himself, again, and try to talk to the boy. Or, he could forget all this ever happened and go clean the storage closet like he did never night.

The boy would get bored and leave eventually, right?

No, something in Kurt’s head told him that he didn’t want to leave this boy, that he needed to bite the bullet and go over there to talk to him.

Gathering up all the courage he could muster, Kurt took a step forward and came out from his hiding place.

“Hi” he spoke softly.

At the sound of Kurt’s voice, the other boy jumped to his feet and turned around. He looked over at Kurt with wide eyes, but didn’t seem to be scared at all. No, that look was filled with fascination at what was standing before him.

“Hello” Blaine said, an easy smile forming on his face, “you can see me, right? I’m not imagining this?”

Giggling at the others curiousness, Kurt smiled as he held out his hand for a shake, “I’m Kurt. You?”

Reaching his own hand out, Blaine grasped the other boy’s hand firmly, “Blaine.”

When their hands touched, no phasing through or chill of wind, both boys stared down at their shared embrace and let out a gasp of wonder. It had been years since either boy had any real physical contact with another being. It was interesting and thrilling all at the same time.

And, yes, Kurt had to admit to himself that this was actually a really nice feeling. Blaine’s hand wasn’t warm like his own used to be, but it wasn’t cold, either. It… just was. Solid, strong, and in an odd way, comforting.

Lifting their gazes back up to look at the other, shy smiles growing on their faces when their eyes catch, both boys never let go of each other as they sat down in the spot Blaine previously occupied.

“So,” Blaine started, “what are you doing here?”

“Cleaning, mostly” Kurt answered with a shrug of his shoulder.

“Cleaning?”

“Yeah, pulling pranks gets boring after some time, you know.”

When Blaine failed to say anything, those eyes of brown swirl continuing to look over Kurt’s form with pure curiosity, Kurt continued to explain his situation.

“I’ve been here for a long time, Blaine. And yes, it was fun in the beginning – hiding props, messing a bit with costumes, playing with lights during rehearsals — It was really entertaining, at least for me. But after a while I realized that my pranks hurt people… I saw so many backstage managers losing their jobs, makeup girls crying and getting depressed as they blamed themselves for what I’ve been doing…”

Turning his body some to face Blaine properly, Kurt finished his story, “and one day not too long after, I heard some technicians talking about the possibility of closing the theatre because it may be haunted.”

Eyes going wide at that statement, Blaine nodded his head with understanding, “and that’s the last thing you wanted.”

Giving a head nod of his own, Kurt confirmed Blaine’s thoughts, “Very much so. That's the last thing I ever want to happen. The theatre…was my home, is my home. I couldn’t let them close up shop and erase the magic. So I backed off, started helping instead and keeping myself out of the way.”

“And from what I saw earlier, you decided to start performing, too.” Blaine added, making Kurt laugh.

Such a lovely sound, Blaine thought to himself.

“Yes, although I only started performing very recently,” Kurt admitted with shrug, his demeanor slowly taking a more sollum turn, “and that play you saw? The one about Mister Hamilton? I feel it. I lived it.”

“What do you mean you lived it?” Blaine asked, shifting closer to Kurt when he noticed the other boy grow sad at his question, “you lived what?”

“I met some of the characters, the real people. I knew them, Blaine.” Kurt confesed as his chin fell to his chest, his shoulders beginning to shake as he started to cry.

“I died during the battle of Yorktown.”