Kurt had decided that Christmas sucks.
Not only is it religious (God knows he isn't), but it means family coming down from all over the place, cooking for everyone, and answering the same comments from the same person each and every visit. "Look how big you are!" Aunt Maggie would say, followed by "So, Kurt, got a partner yet?" from Uncle Stu. Just for reference, the question used to be if he had a girlfriend, but his rainbow gay must have been leaking through his Christmas sweater.
It wasn't like this before. The constant pain of extended family during the holidays were somewhat bearable. But that was a different time. That was when he had Blaine.
Whether it was recreating their Baby It's Cold Outside winter duet from junior year, or ice skating hand in hand, or even a movie marathon for every sappy, overrated, Christmas chick-flick ever known to man.
Kurt could never admit that he missed him, however. He hadn't thought about Blaine's dark, sleek, hair that bounced off light to the point that he looked as if he were radiating beauty (literally). He hadn't thought about his soft, hazel eyes. And he definitely didn't even think about his smile, the way the corners of his lips curved upwards symmetrically, or his eyebrows of seemingly congruent triangles.
Kurt didn't think it was fair to miss Blaine, for either of them.
Christmas time eventually rolled around, starting with the tunes on the radio- which actually began in November- and then to elaborate lights strung up on every house. Kurt always thought it was funny when Rachel's family put up pink dreidel lights, and had a "Hanukkah Bush" in which they put all eight night's worth of presents under.
The doorbell rang on Christmas Day as the first visitor rolled around the Hudmel household. There was a strange feeling to the air around them, not only sticky and stuffy from the food in the oven, but something else.
Kurt crept over to the door, reaching his arm out shakily. His hand lay on the knob, and he stared straight ahead at nothing in particular, just thinking about the odd feeling in the atmosphere and foreboding that was trapped inside him.
Kurt pulled back the door slowly, with a small crack of the hinge, only to be met by one smiling person: Finn's Grandma Ellis.
"Merry Christmas!" She yelled, planting a large kiss on his cheek and shoving past him. "Oh, isn't it just great that we're all here as a family, the Hummel's included, to share our faith and love!"
Neither parent told their family of the events that took place only months before. Nobody knew of the things that Kurt went through, and that was all nice and great until someone pulled something like that.
Kurt shut the door, shaking, and leaned back so that the wood supported him. With quiet and heavy pants, he watched as sweet Grandma Ellis made her rounds saying hello.
He knew that she wasn't a bad person. She loved cats, and sweaters, and videos of animals playing the piano on YouTube. She especially loved cats in sweaters playing the piano. So why would he be scared of her? What makes her any sort of a threat? She wasn't. Little Grandma Ellis couldn't hurt a fly...
"Kurt?" Carole called from the kitchen. "Could you come help me in here?"
He took a deep breath, and regained his composure. "Coming!"
So Kurt came, and he tossed salads, and took things out of the oven thankfully. Anything was better than answering the door. Luckily, everyone merely forgot to greet him. Time passed, and Kurt was in his own bubble. He prepped the food and thought about nothing in particular. For one moment, he felt true bliss.
Eventually, Kurt had to leave his safe environment, and join the outside world with trays upon trays of food.
"That looks splendid!" His Aunt Reyna cheered, adjusting her elaborately decorated hat so that it would balance on her head.
"Ham!" Finn's drunk Uncle Sammy called from the couch, lifting his glass in happiness.
Right as everyone took their seat at the table, Burt raised in authority. It was a tradition that he would cut the ham every year, and it's been that way since his very first Christmas with Elizabeth, even before Kurt was born.
Kurt sat silent in his chair as the family 'whooped' and hollered (mostly the Hudson side, they were really into the whole food thing) at the knife about to slice into it.
As soon as the sharp part touched the pig, the doorbell rang. Everyone was quiet, which normally would have been a pleasant surprise for Kurt, except for how out of character it was.
"Who is that?" Carole asked, just saying aloud what they were all thinking.
"Kurt," Burt said, "would you get that?"
Kurt bit his tongue, and obeyed as he always did, even though he was mentally cursing.
The feeling that he'd been having all day built up inside of him, even worse than before. Kurt could feel it in his blood: something was going to happen. For the second time of the day, Kurt allowed himself to open the door, not coming across little Grandma Ellis this time.
It was him. With his dark, sleek, hair that was bouncing off light and his soft, hazel eyes. He was there with a worried smile, his lips curving upwards halfway, and his congruent triangle eyebrows knitted together anxiously.
It was Blaine.
A filler chapter for you guys today...sorry. But at least I updated! Yay me!
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Not as Strong as You Think
Fanfic(COMPLETED) After Kurt was raped, he has to learn to get through his fears, cope with the trauma, and most of all, stay strong. With the help of his friends, family, and boyfriend, Blaine, Kurt must conquer his inner demons and depression. *TRIGGER...
