Kurt stepped out of his car, wrapping his coat tightly around himself and adjusting his scarf before he took a step forward, wincing when he heard a crunch and felt the immediate cold soak through his boot.

"Shit." Kurt cursed as he lifted his foot slowly out of the icy puddle he'd just stepped in, watching in despair as he watched the freezing water drip off his boot.

Grumbling to himself, Kurt continued to walk around to the back of the car, unlocking the boot and lifting it up, using the stick he'd been given to balance the door of the boot open.

He heaved his plain black suitcase out and placed it onto the road with a sigh.

He removed the stick and slammed the door closed, walking back round to the driver's window and passing him the metal rod.

Walking around the car once more, Kurt moved to grab his suitcase, turning around to pull it along behind him, only to have it spin and get stuck on the curb.

Holding in a scream, Kurt turned the suitcase around and pulled it cautiously over the curb.

Kurt groaned when he realised he'd have to walk through the marshy frozen grass that surrounded him. Taking one glance down at his wet boot, Kurt realised there was no way in hell he was going to be able to fix it so he had to give up on his boots.

Kurt was finally feeling like he'd accomplished something, having just trudged through the grass and coming out the other side with his boots completely ruined. But then the taxi drove off, splashing through the puddle and soaking Kurt in dirty, muddy and freezing water.

Kurt yelled and stomped his feet, resembling a 3 year old who wasn't getting what he wanted.

He took a couple of deep breaths, calming himself down and allowing himself to resume his usual 25-year-old maturity instead of the childish habits he'd seemed to have accumulated over the years of living alone.

Taking in one final deep breath and letting it out in a long, stress-filled sigh, Kurt spun on his heel to walk away.

But it couldn't be that easy, could it? Any other day, sure; Kurt could walk without thinking. But today? On the day when he was meant to be traveling back to Ohio to visit his dad in hospital? No way.

Kurt's legs seemed to forget their job as they suddenly collapsed and Kurt dropped to the floor, groaning when he felt his head land on the side of the curb. That damn curb.

After lying there for a couple of seconds, Kurt decided to at least make some kind of effort to stand up.

Until he heard a loud exclaim of; "Oh my gosh!" Followed by a pair of feet running towards him, "Are you okay?"

Kurt looked up through watery eyes at the man above him.

Hazel eyes hooded by bright pink sunglasses stared down at him, the worried look in them was so evident it could be seen through the shaded lenses of the man's glasses.

"Sunglasses? In the middle of winter?" Kurt mumbled.

The man heaved a sigh of relief at the coherent sentence that Kurt had managed to form, before allowing himself to laugh at his words, reaching a hand down to pull Kurt to his feet.

"I'm glad you're okay. And to answer your question; yes. In the middle of winter."

"You're weird." Kurt frowned.

"No. I'm Blaine. Nice try though."

Kurt glared.

The man was unaffected, smiling as he continued, "Let me guess. You're clumsy?"

Kurt glared again, "Kurt."

"Kurt." The man repeated, popping the 't' before grinning, "I like it."

"That's nice." Kurt smiled sarcastically before reaching down to grab his suitcase, "I've got to go now though. Goodbye."

"Hey, Kurt?" Blaine called, smiling when Kurt turned around, "You've got my suitcase."

Kurt glanced down and, sure enough, the handle in Kurt's hand did not belong to his suitcase.

"Pink suitcase?" Kurt raised an eyebrow in distaste, eyeing the man's bright neon pink suitcase as he passed it back and swapped it for his.

"To match the sunglasses." Blaine grinned, pointing to his sunglasses.

"Ah. Makes so much sense now." Kurt rolled his eyes as he turned to walk away.

But the man caught up to him, "You're not very friendly are you?"

"Oh, I'm very friendly. But not on a day like this."

Blaine suddenly seemed offended, "It's Christmas Eve, Kurt!"

"I'm very aware of that."

"Then how can you say such a horrible thing about the day before the best day ever!"

"It's not Christmas Eve that I hate. It's this day. As in, today."

"Care to elaborate?"

Kurt sighed and came to sudden stop, turning to face the man, "You try waking up to your cat peeing on your face and going to have a shower only to find out the hot water isn't working so you have a to have a freezing cold shower, going to have breakfast only to find that you have nothing to eat, walk outside your apartment to the sound of your neighbours arguing but once you get out you realise you've forgotten your keys. after spending three hours outside waiting for you best friend to arrive with her spare set of keys, you go to your car but find out it's out of petrol so you call a taxi. But the taxi driver just so happens to be the most homophobic person in the world and almost refuses to drive you to the airport, only saying yes when you say you'll pay extra, when you get here after a barely sufferable 30 minutes in a stuffy car which is not yours, you're kicked out of the car with a metal stick to hold open the broken boot of said car while you get your suitcase out." Kurt paused to take a breath before carrying on, "But it's not that easy because there's a huge puddle of ice right outside the door and because you didn't see it, you step in it. Now your favourite boots are soaking wet and when you finally have your suitcase it fucks up it's job and doesn't go up the curb, then the taxi driver drives away and splashes you with the same damn puddle that ruined your boot. Finally, your legs forget how to work so you fall over, hit your head on the curb, making it throb and hurt like hell, only to be rescued by a man wearing bright pink sunglasses in the middle of winter, with a bright pink suitcase to accompany him. And only once that's happened to you, then you can come talk to me about this being a great day, okay?"

Blaine stood gaping at him, opening and closing his mouth, apparently struggling with what to say.

"Oh yeah, and did I mention that I'm late for my plane and my dad has cancer? No? Okay. I'll be on my way now."

"Wait, Kurt." Blaine reached a hand out to grab Kurt's hand, Kurt looking down in alarm at the gloved hand, "Your dad had cancer?"

"Yes. And I'd rather not talk about it." Kurt glanced down at the hand in his again, "You're wearing pink gloves?"

Ok. I'm so so so so soososoososososososoososssooooooooooooooo*infinite 'o's* sorry.
I've had a bit of a tough time at home these past couple of days and I'll be honest, I completely forgot about Christmas.

Wtf. Christmas is my favourite holiday and I forgot. I forgot my advent calendar, I forgot my hamsters' advent calendar, I forgot to decorate my room, I forgot to bake those Christmas cupcakes that I was making for charity (I made them this morning, don't worry), I forgot to buy Christmas clothes, I forgot to buy Christmas presents. But worst of all, I forgot to update my Klaine oneshot Advent thing :(... again.

And all because of a couple of things I've been going through at home that doesn't rlly matter anyways...

I'm so sorry. I'm not gonna say it won't happen again cos it probably will. I'm such a disappointment, aren't I? 😹

Anyways, I'm off to write another 2 chapters for this cos I need to catch up to Dec 6th.

If you have any requests of prompts or ideas plz plz plz tell me. It would be greatly appreciated cos I'm stuck for ideas :(

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