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Elf (or How Blaine Helped Kurt Find His Christmas Spirit) (3/?)
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Elf (or How Blaine Helped Kurt Find His Christmas Spirit) (3/?)
Author: sullyvann and rena_librarian
Rating: PG (May change in later chapters)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Carole/Burt
Spoilers: None!
Warnings (if any): None.
Word count, this chapter: 2064. Total (so far): 3992
Summary: Blaine grew up in the North Pole with Santa and Papa Elf – and he was happy – until he realized he was a human, and he set out to find his birth father. Along the way, he meets Kurt Hummel, and nothing is ever the same again!
Author's Note: For the sake of this story, we’ve aged the boys to college age. Hope you enjoy!

The receptionist only took a moment to size up Blaine.

"I don't think he has an appointment booked..." she said, scanning over a book on her desk.

"No, ma'am, he doesn't know I'm coming. He never even knew I was born," Blaine said, leaning on the upper shelf of the reception desk, whispering his darkest secret. He rested his chin on his hand. He almost couldn't see over the top of the high desk. It was strange--Blaine had always felt ridiculously tall among the elves, but was finding out that he was short compared to most humans.

She nodded, smiling up at him. "I see...who sent you, dear?" she asked, softening a bit. "You are adorable, he could use a bit of Christmas cheer."

Blaine grinned his trademark grin. "Oh, wonderful, that's just why I'm here! Santa said he could use some Christmas spirit!"

Blaine's enthusiasm was infectious and the receptionist laughed. "All right, hon, let me page him." She pressed a button on her phone. "Mister Anderson?"

Blaine bit at his knuckle as the intercom crackled to life. "Is this important, Sheila? I'm working on the Jefferson briefing."

"Special delivery, sir. I think it's a Christmas-gram or something. You should probably see it right away," Sheila told him.

"Oh for the love of--fine, Sheila, send it in."

Sheila pointed to the staircase at the back of the lobby. "Just up there, sweetie, and it's the first door to the right. His name's on it, you can't miss it."

Blaine bounded up the stairs and practically burst through the door. "Dad!" he yelled.

Kevin Anderson, a stern-looking man of about forty, looked up sharply from the pile of papers he was reading. "All right, let’s get it over with," Kevin said, sighing as the other workers gathered outside his office door, laughing.

"I walked all day and night to find you!" Blaine said.

"You look like you came from the North Pole," Kevin replied, playing along.

"That’s exactly where I came from!" Blaine replied, eyes wide in shock. "Santa must have called you!"

"Oh, yeah, sure, he just got off the cellphone with me," Kevin said as the crowd outside his office laughed.

"He DID?" Blaine replied, amazed.

"So, go on," Kevin said, gesturing at Blaine.

"Go on with what?" Blaine was confused. Santa hadn’t said he had to do anything. Was there a weird human ritual he didn’t know about?

"Well, aren’t you going to sing a song or something, or can I get back to work?"

"A song?" Blaine fumbled. "Uh, yeah. Anything for you, Dad! Uh, uh--I’m here with my dad and we’ve never met and he wants me to sing him a song! And, uh, and I was adopted but you didn’t know I was born. So I’m here now! I found you, Daddy, and guess what? I love you, I love you, I love yo-ooou!"

"Wow," Kevin replied. "That was weird. Usually guys just put my name into ‘Jingle Bells’ or something." He sat at his desk, shaking his head, but Blaine didn’t give up.

"It’s me! Your son!" Blaine insisted. "Maria Griffin had me! And she didn’t tell you, but now I’m here and―and it’s me, Blaine!"

"Maria Griffin?" Kevin said, peering at Blaine. "You said Maria Griffin?"


Kevin looked at Sheila, who was just as confused. "Who did you say sent him?" Kevin asked.

"What’s a Christmas-gram?" Blaine asked enthusiastically. "I want one!"

Kevin waved his assistant over and whispered, "I think we should call security."

"I think that’s a good idea," Sheila replied before Blaine bended down.

"I like to whisper, too!"


"It’s okay, Kevin’s my father!" Blaine said as two large men in nice blue coats helped him out of the office building.

"Well, your dad is busy right now," one of the guards replied.

"That’s okay! I’ll come back later!"

"No, you’re not going to come back for a while," the other guard said. "You’re going to go back to Santa-land." They both shoved Blaine onto the sidewalk and laughed.

"Yeah, why don’t you go back to Gimbles?" The first guard said.

At first Blaine was confused, a little sad, and unsure what to do next, so he started walking. After not more than a block, he saw what the mean guard had been talking about--the most beautiful building he had ever seen--a big building with "Gimbles" on the side, a giant nutcracker, and huge Christmas trees. Blaine knew what to do next. He crossed the street in a hurry, excited to get inside--smack!

A slow-moving yellow car hit Blaine and caused him to tumble.

"Sorry!" he called to the driver, who was making funny gestures with his hands and saying words Blaine had never heard in a very loud voice. "Sorry!"

Blaine scurried along the sidewalk and entered Gimbles, astonished by the beautiful decorations, loud music, and all the people! He followed the path through the jewelry department and stopped when a pretty lady asked him if he wanted some passion fruit spray.

"Fruit spray?" Blaine asked. "Sure!" He took the bottle from the pretty lady and squirted it in his mouth, hoping it tasted as good as Ms. Claus’ fruit juice. It did not. "Gah!" Blaine said, fanning his mouth and crying. "Ah! Ah!" He waved his hands at the pretty lady, who took the bottle back. Fruit spray was weird in Westerville.

Blaine saw a large mass of people getting on a cool thing--a big black staircase, but no one was walking--the staircase moved all on its own! Blaine looked under it to see if there were tiny trolls maybe making it move, but he didn’t see anything--all the heard was the whirring of the stairs, like when Papa Elf let him help on Santa’s sleigh.

Blaine watched shopper after shopper get on, and after a few false starts, he got on, too. Stretching as far as his legs could, he held on tight to the moving staircase, but once he reached the top, he wanted to ride it again and again and again.

Blaine kept walking, amazed at the ginormous toilets and the pretty displays, but then a large man started waving to Blaine.

"Me?" Blaine asked, pointing to himself.

"Yes!" The man said, quickly making his way towards Blaine.

"What are you doing down here? You’re only supposed to shop on your breaks! C’mon, get upstairs!"

"Okay, I didn’t know!" Blaine said, very sad that the man seemed angry.

"Well, you should know!"

"Are you mad at me?" Blaine asked the man, whose name tag said Howard Bamboo, following him quickly.

"No," he said, consulting a clipboard.

"Are you sure?"


"Yes, you’re mad? Or yes, you’re sure?" Blaine asked.

"Yes, I’m sure!" Howard replied. "Just do your job!" he said, leading Blaine into the best room in the store.

"Wow! What’s this place called?" Blaine asked, looking at all the cool toys and the giant Christmas tree.

"This? This is the North Pole!"

"No, it’s not," Blaine said.

"Yes, it is."

"No, it’s not."

"Yes, it is!"

"No, it’s not! Where’s the snow?" Blaine asked, smiling widely.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Howard asked, a brow raised in puzzlement.

"I just like to smile!" Blaine replied, smiling even wider. "Smiling’s my favorite!"

"Make work your favorite, okay?" Howard asked. "Work’s your new favorite."

"Okay!" Blaine agreed. Blaine took a minute to look around at the giant room of toys. Then he saw the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen--a very gorgeous boy on a ladder was decorating the giant tree.

"Enjoying the view?" Kurt asked, snarling at Blaine.

"You're very good at decorating the tree," Blaine replied earnestly.

"Why are you messing with me? Did Howard Bamboo put you up to this?" Kurt asked, turning towards the tree.

"I’m not messing with you! It’s just nice to meet another human with an affinity for elf culture!"

Kurt was surprised--no one had ever complimented his tree before, even though he'd been working every Christmas since freshman year, and he had a different color scheme and theme each year.

Blaine was fascinated, he had never seen such beautiful garland-hanging work outside of the North Pole. The boy just had a knack. This was the kind of talent that could not be taught--the boy had to have been born this way.

Also, he was mind-blowingly beautiful, it did not escape Blaine's notice. He was dressed in a uniform not too different from Blaine's own outfit, a powder-blue, jingle-bell-trimmed tunic that came almost down to his knees, and snug white pants that had a silvery tinge in the light. He was also wearing knee-high, white lace-up boots. The blue tunic really made the boy's eyes stand out--they were a color somewhere between gray, green, and blue.

"I'm Blaine. What's your name?" Blaine inched closer and extended his hand to shake, never mind that his fingertips only reached to around Kurt's shin, what with the ladder.

"I’m Kurt. And, well, thanks, but I’m just trying to make it through the holidays," Kurt said, getting down off the ladder and grabbing a box of toys.

"Make it through?" Blaine asked. "But Christmas is the most wonderful holiday in the whole entire world!"

"Wow, okay, whatever," Kurt said, restocking the bins of toys.

"Uh-oh. Sounds like someone needs to sing a Christmas carol," Blaine said. "The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!"

"Thanks, but I don’t sing," Kurt said, quickly making his way to pick up some debris on Santa’s house.

"It’s just like talking, but only louder and longer and you move your voice up and down," Blaine said, following him.

"I didn’t say I don’t know how to sing," Kurt replied, trying to move around Blaine. "I just said I don’t sing, and especially not in front of people."

"Well, if you sing alone, you can sing in front of people. There’s no difference!" Blaine said.

"Actually, there’s a huge difference," Kurt said.

"No, there isn’t!" Blaine replied. "Wait!" Blaine took a big breath and turned to face the store.

"I’m singing!" He started. "I’m in a store and I’m singing! I’m in a store and I’m singgg-ing!"

"Hey!" Howard said, coming around the corner. "No singing in the North Pole! It’s time for an announcement."

"Okay!" Blaine agreed again.

"Okay, people!" Howard started. "Tomorrow morning, ten a.m., Santa is going to be here!"

"Santa! Oh my GOD!" Blaine yelled, jumping up and down. Howard just stared at Blaine and kept talking.

"He’ll be here to take pictures with all the children," he said. "Just keep your receipts. Ten a.m. tomorrow."

"Santa? Here? I know him!" Blaine turned to Kurt. "Did you hear? Santa is going to be here tomorrow! I know him!"

"We get the same guy every year, he’s pretty good," Kurt agreed.

Blaine opened his mouth to talk, but a very loud voice started talking from the ceiling.

"Attention, Gimbles customers. Please make your final purchases. We will be closing in ten minutes."

"Well," Kurt said, "It’s time for me to go home." He made his way past Blaine, who was confused.

"But Santa is coming!" Blaine replied, trailing after Kurt. "There’s still so much left to do!"

"Yeah," Kurt replied, laughing. "I’ll see you tomorrow." He stuck out his hand to shake, and Blaine took it in his. Kurt had the most magically soft hands Blaine had ever felt, and elves were known for having incredibly soft hands.

"Wow." Blaine whispered as Kurt walked away.
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