lilyvandersteen:

This is again from Blaine’s point of view. And you’re probably going to be angry with him…

This
chapter is unbetaed, because let’s face it, I’m unable to get the new chapter written in time to let my wonderful beta @hkvoyage have a look at it before it’s update day again… Instead, I write and write and write and then post the chapter in the nick of time. Yeah, time management is not my forte.

Thank you so much to everyone who sends me feedback – you’re wonderful and you spur me on to keep writing 🙂

This story is also on AO3 and on Fanfiction.net.

The other parts can be found here: Prologue – Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 – Chapter 6 – Chapter 7 – Chapter 8 – Chapter 9

Chapter 10: Rotten Timing

A month
later, Blaine was staying with the Hudmel’s again to celebrate Christmas, and
he loved how at home they made him feel.

When he and
Kurt arrived, Carole served them soup with home-made croutons for them to warm
up and to tide them over until dinner, and then led them to the Christmas tree,
encouraging them to add more decorations. Apparently, that was an old
tradition, and Kurt started hanging ornaments in the tree while keeping up a
running commentary about who had bought or made them and what made them
special. There was an empty perfume bottle that had been Kurt’s mother’s, with
a blue silk ribbon tied around it. Next to it was a child’s hand-print on a
round piece of clay. Not Kurt’s, but Finn’s, apparently.

“I still
can’t believe Finn ever had such tiny hands,” Kurt said. “The guy was huge. He
grew like a weed all through middle school and high school. Like he drank
Ent-draughts every day.”

Then there
were three adorable Christmas angels made of clothes pegs.

“I started
making those when I was five,” Kurt explained. “With my mom. We made one every
year. Until she died.”

There were
several popsicle stick ornaments with a picture inside, and Blaine smiled when
he recognised Burt and his late wife on their wedding day, Kurt’s mother looking
heavily pregnant, Burt with a baby in his arms, and then a much younger Kurt,
his grin showing gaps where his milk teeth had fallen out.

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