Blaine (blainey) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-12-07 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | blaine anderson, kurt hummel |
Who: Kurt and Blaine
What: I'm dreaming of a white Christmas / But baby it's cold outside... / And since we've no place to go... let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! (Tree decorating and stuff!)
When: Saturday night
Where: Kurt's cell
Warning(s): none really they're basically Care Bears
Calling it a Christmas tree would be generous. It was a tiny little thing. The branches were hardly able to support Blaine's old bow ties, and they were threatening to snap under the weight of Kurt's brooches. Still, it was a sweet little tree. When Blaine looked at it, he smiled. It was a little strange and a little scrappy, kind of like the two of them. Blaine didn't dare to voice these thoughts, of course. They could be misinterpreted by Kurt.
Blaine had lost track of the holidays over the past few years. The news of the upcoming Thanksgiving dinner at the prison shortly after his arrival had surprised him. It was strange to him, the thought that people were still hanging on to that sort of normalcy. (What was next? Black Friday apocalypse style?) Part of him wanted to roll his eyes, but he figured it was time to step in line. It was no different than any of the other various adjustments he had had to make over the years. He needed to try his best to blend in. If he smiled and tried to enjoy the holiday season, maybe eventually he would start to actually feel that way.
He was already feeling a little better. Sleeping more had helped, and he was nearly to the point of sleeping through the night. He enjoyed the company of Peter and Casper. After Kurt's not so gentle prodding, he was working harder on getting his appetite back, and it showed. He was doing better, to some degree. For every mile left to go, he was determined to fake it until he made it.
He hummed the chorus of White Christmas softly as he fiddled with the Christmas tree bowtie on the top of the tree. He knew the bowties were a silly thing for him to have taken on the road, but he had his reasons. The ones he had taken were all connected to strong memories. He hadn't taken them randomly. Still, he knew Santana would never let him hear the end of it if she found out.
"I kind of wish we had tinsel or something," Blaine said. He adjusted a few more of the ornaments until he was satisfied with their symmetry and general placement. Once he was through, he stepped back to take a look at their work. "So, Kurt Hummel approved?"