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Santa’s Super Sleigh

I wrote this Christmas story for Grlnxtdr29’s Klaine Christmas Eve Challenge. The prompt words were “Santa’s sleigh” and “stray”. I also managed to incorporate all the words of the Klaine Advent challenge. Enjoy!

I'm dedicating Santa's Super Sleigh to @hkvoyage, beta extraordinaire and all-round wonderful friend ♥

You can also read this fic on AO3 or Fanfiction.net.

Chapter 1: Something Good Will Come Your Way

Blaine shivered as he got out of his car and quickly hurried to the Starbucks just opposite the shopping mall. He’d scored a barista job there for the Christmas holidays, which was great because he really needed the money. The early hours, though, had made him wince when his alarm went off that morning. Ugh.

Ten minutes later, he was taking orders, answering questions about Starbucks’ vegetarian and vegan selections and making people’s drinks like the seasoned pro he was, and the manager nodded approvingly and left him to it.

One hour bled into another, and way sooner than he would have thought, his shift was over, and he was taking off his apron and putting his coat back on.

By now, the mall was open, and as he walked past, he saw that it was crowded. The atmosphere was festive, though, and he could hear live singing. Curious, he ventured into the mall, and followed his ears to a roped-off area dubbed “Santa’s Corner”, complete with carolling elves and plastic reindeer under a glittery yoke pulling a sleigh filled with fake presents in shiny wrapping paper and gold and silver ribbons. A very young-looking Santa with an athlete’s body held court there, listening to children’s gift wishes while their parents took pictures.

The elves were great singers. At first listen, they seemed to be all girls, but when Blaine came a bit closer to enjoy their performance to the fullest, he noticed he was mistaken. Two of them were girls, yes, dressed in a way that would appeal both to the children and their dads. But the third elf was a guy, and from the moment Blaine clapped eyes on him, he was mesmerised.

The male elf was gorgeous, filling out his costume to perfection. Green and red tights clung to long muscled legs and a delectable booty. Green and red sleeves showed off shoulders and biceps that made Blaine drool. Well, he knew what he’d be asking Santa this year: the phone number of his yummiest elf helper.

He hummed along under his breath to the tune they were singing:

“If you never cuss or cheat or lie

And you’ve always been as nice as pie

Then something good will come your way

From Santa’s super sleigh”

Blaine grinned, still focussed on the Yummiest Elf. I’ll hold you to that, Santa!

Blaine’s phone buzzed. He checked it, yelped and hurried away. He’d promised his mom to help her decorate tables for her charity Christmas dinner, and he only had a quarter of an hour left to get to the venue! Oh man, if he ran late, he’d never hear the end of it!

K&B

The next day began even colder. By the time Blaine reached the mall, his nose was running, and his fingers were so frozen that they refused to work properly. Luckily, he was five minutes early, so he had the time to blow his nose, wash his hands and then hold them in front of the oven to warm them up. When the timer dinged to announce that the pastries were done, Blaine’s hands were fully functional again, and he hastened to stock the pastry case and get ready for a stream of thirsty and hungry customers.

After his shift, he made a beeline for Santa’s Corner, and beamed when he saw that the same elves were there again, singing their hearts out. One of the girls winked at him, and he hastily looked away to Santa. It was an older man today, who was having his beard tugged by tiny twin girls.

Ouch, that must hurt!

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and a moment later, a tinny version of Hungry as the Wolf/Rio started to play.

Blaine sent an apologetic look at the carolling elves and hastened away, answering his phone as soon as he was outside.

“Blainey… Please come and help me? Chrissy is ill, and the girls are under the weather too. I can’t deal with them all by myself. I’m drowning here!”

Blaine sighed. “I’ll be right there, Coop. So what is it they have? Not a stomach bug, I hope? I can’t afford to catch that.”

“Chrissy has a migraine. A really bad one. She’ll be out for a few days. The girls have runny noses and a cough.”

“Right. See you in a few.”

An hour later, piece reigned in the Anderson-Garcia household. Blaine had worked his magic until everyone but him was asleep.

Blaine passed his hand over his eyes with a weary sigh, thinking that he’d quite like a nap himself, only the sofa was full of children’s toys. He cleared it, and then saw that the rest of the living room looked like a pink bomb had exploded, so he tidied that up, too. After that, he turned his attention to the table, which was full of dirty dishes and what looked like spilled milk. Blaine cleaned the table, stocked the dishwasher and started a wash cycle.

He sank onto the sofa and let the gentle hum of the dishwasher lull him to sleep.

K&B

Blaine stayed over at Cooper’s place that night, to help out with the children and to make sure they didn’t disturb Chrissy, who was still suffering from her migraine, and only moaned piteously whenever Coop stuck his head into the bedroom to ask if she wanted something to eat.

“I’ll take that as a no, then,” Coop sighed as he retreated from the bedroom at dinner time. “She’s going to STARVE if she doesn’t eat anything soon.”

“Shhhh! Inside voice!” Blaine berated him. “Maybe you were just too loud. I’ll try and get her to eat something after I’m done feeding Vicky.”

True to his word, he made Chrissy a tray with a sandwich, a glass of orange juice and a bowl of soup. She whimpered when he suggested putting the light on to eat, so he lit a candle instead and helped her as best he could in the semi-darkness.

“Thank you,” Chrissy whispered, and buried herself under the covers again.

Blaine dropped a kiss on top of her head and disappeared with the tray.

He made sure to be extra silent when he left for work the next day, and after his shift, he went straight back to Cooper’s, without even stopping at Santa’s Corner to see the Yummiest Elf again.

“Please take them out to the park or something,” Cooper implored him as soon as he came in. “They’ve been little beasts all morning.”

Blaine clapped his hands. “Okay, girls, I’m kidnapping you for the afternoon so that your mommy and daddy can get some rest!”

Blaine bundled the girls up in their coats and hats and scarves and mittens, and promised them a fun outing. He shivered when he went outside again, though. No, the park wasn’t a good idea on a cold day like this. Building snowmen when Daisy and Vicky were already sniffling and coughing would only make them sicker. But maybe they’d like to go and see Santa?

That plan got a resounding YES from both of his nieces, and they set off for the mall.

Once, inside, Blaine saw that the queue to visit Santa was long, but neither he nor the girls cared. Daisy and Vicky were loud in their exuberance, though. Their shrieks made the parents in the queue send Blaine dirty looks. Blaine was quick to shush his nieces and apologise to the nearest-standing mother, who looked mollified, and asked if it was the girls’ first time meeting Santa.

As soon as the woman was distracted by her own brood, Blaine zoomed in on the carolling elves. The Yummiest Elf was looking in his direction, and smiled at him.

The taller girl was now crooning Santa Baby, in a performance that was way too sexy to be child-friendly. Not that any of the children paid attention to her. Only the dads looked. And drooled.

The other elves provided backup harmonies, and sometimes rolled their eyes when the sexy elf made suggestive moves as she sang.

“And hurry down the chimney tonight!”

The parents applauded politely, and one dad cat-called, but was berated by his angry wife, who shoved a camera into his hands. “Stop being gross and take some pictures of Madelyn before her turn is over!”

Blaine bit back a grin, and when Vicky tugged at his sleeve and asked how long they’d still have to wait, he told her to listen to the elves to make time pass more quickly. “Look, aren’t they pretty?”

“I can’t see!” she wailed, and Blaine lifted her up quickly before she annoyed the other people in Santa’s Corner.

“Oh, Uncle Blaine, the boy elf is looking at you!” she announced, still too loudly, and Blaine heard someone snigger behind him. He didn’t dare check if she was right, but felt his ear tips burn with embarrassment.

The next song was All I Want For Christmas Is You, and Blaine hummed along happily, swaying to and fro with Vicky and twirling Daisy around.

The queue dwindled. Only three more children in front of them. Blaine was glad. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to keep his nieces happy while waiting to see Santa. They were sure to start complaining soon.

And yes, when the next child trotted off towards Santa, Daisy asked, “Is it nearly our turn, Uncle Blaine?”

“Yes, sweetie. Just a few more minutes.”

Thankfully, he was right. It only took one more song. But Blaine, who’d been happily singing along to Jingle Bells, had not expected the girls to suddenly get an attack of shyness when the shopping mall attendant gestured that they could go to Santa and talk to him.

Neither Vicky nor Daisy wanted to budge, whatever Blaine said to them. The parents and children behind them started to grumble, and Blaine knew the girls would lose their turn if he didn’t think of a solution quickly. So he said, “I’m coming with you, okay? I’ll be there with you the whole time.”

He took his nieces by the hand and went up to Santa, explaining that they didn’t dare talk to him on their own.

Santa laughed heartily, and joked that Blaine could sit on his lap instead of the girls, laughing even harder when Blaine took him up on the offer.

Daisy and Vicky loved it, though. Gradually, they got over their shy attack and started chattering Santa’s ear off.

When they left Santa’s Corner, their eyes were shining like stars, and Blaine had a hard time catching up with them in their exuberance.

He ended up taking them to the Starbucks where he worked, for hot chocolate. His manager and colleagues cooed over his cute nieces, and gave them a plate of cinnamon cookies on the house, and some paper and a pen so they could draw.

Blaine lingered at the coffee shop for a while longer, determined to give Cooper and Chrissy some more time to themselves. After another hour, though, Vicky’s eyes started to droop, and he knew he had to get the girls home and into bed.

He thanked his manager for the cookies, and set off for Cooper’s place with Vicky on his arm, a dead weight now that she was so tired.

Blaine wasn’t sure what scene they’d be coming home to. Last time he’d taken his nieces out for an afternoon, there had been loud moans coming from the direction of the master bedroom when they’d stepped into the apartment.

Now, all was quiet, thankfully. Chrissy was in the kitchen, eating, and came to help divest the girls of their outerwear. “Thank you, Blaine. I’m feeling much better.”

Blaine smiled at his sister-in-law. “Good. I think this one’s down for the count. I’m going to put her to bed. Daisy, you tell your mom what you want for dinner, but keep your voice down, okay?”

When he came back, he grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into it. “Where’s Cooper, anyway?”

Chrissy grinned. “Out grocery-shopping. I told him he had to wait until after the children were in bed. After what happened the other time, I thought it was for the best.”

“Good call!”

K&B

After his shift at Starbucks the next morning, the manager took him aside and asked if he could stay a few hours longer. “You’d really help me out, bud. Cathy just called that her son is ill, so she won’t be able to come in. I asked Stephanie to take over the shift, but she can’t make it here until three PM. And I’m needed at home, the missus just called. I’ll pay you double time. Please.”

Blaine nodded and donned his apron again. “I understand. No problem.”

Now that Chrissy was better, he wasn’t needed at Cooper’s, and his mom would think he was still at his brother’s and wouldn’t bug him either, so he’d take the extra hours and the double pay gladly.

“Thanks, Blaine!” the manager shouted, halfway out the door already.

The early afternoon was pretty calm, and Blaine softly sang Christmas carols as he wiped tables, put several batches of cookies in the oven and made fancy coffees for harried shoppers.

The only notable incident was a drunk guy stumbling in and slurring, “Heeeeey… Can I get (hiccup) a cup of (hiccup) eggnog here?”

Blaine bit back a grin and answered, “No, sir, I’m afraid not.”

The guy’s face fell. “Oh…”

Seconds later, he perked up again. “Heeeey… You guys (hiccup) sell food, right? *Burp* Sorry! I’m so (hiccup) huuuungry…”

“We do, yes. We have…”

“I want (hiccup) latkes,” the guy interrupted him. “Latkes with (hiccup) apple sauce.”

Blaine shook his head, internally giggling at the guy’s total lack of realism. “I’m sorry, sir. We don’t sell latkes. If you want something festive, we do have a Holiday Turkey & Stuffing Panini, which is really good.”

“Festive… (hiccup) Yes, that’s good. Yes. (hiccup) Gimme that.”

Blaine made the panini and rang it up. The money the guy handed him was sticky, and Blaine grimaced at the transaction, promising himself he’d go wash his hands as soon as this customer had left the premises.

“Festive…” the guy murmured, pocketing his change and stuffing his mouth with bread and turkey, which he swallowed without chewing. “Now what (hiccup) does that make me (hiccup) think of?”

He slapped his forehead. “The beer festival! All you can (hiccup) drink! I’m going there! Beer’s (hiccup) better than eggnog!”

And off he went, in a hurry.

Blaine chuckled and went to wash his hands, after which he resumed singing and taking the orders of the occasional customer, checking the clock every now and then. A few minutes after Stephanie should have arrived to replace him, he took out the last batch of cookies out of the oven when the timer dinged.

“Can I have one of those?” a high voice behind him said. “They smell amazing! Plus a grande non-fat mocha, please.”

Blaine turned around with his patented customer smile, but it quickly broadened into something real and warm when he saw who’d just placed his order. It was the Yummiest Elf! Still in costume and everything!

“What name should I put on the cup?” he asked.

Yummiest Elf laughed. “I’m the only client here at the moment, so you can’t mix up my order with anyone else’s, can you?”

Blaine pouted.

Yummiest Elf’s eyes widened, and he breathed, “Now that isn’t fair. You look like a kicked puppy! I feel awful.”

“So tell me your name?”

“It’s Kurt.”

Blaine beamed at Kurt. “I’m Blaine. One mocha coming right up!”

A moment later, Blaine handed Kurt his mocha and the requested cookie. “Tell you what. This is on the house if you let me join you for my coffee break.”

Kurt cocked his head to the side. “Like… Like a date?”

Blaine grinned. “Yes. A coffee date. As soon as my replacement turns up.”

Kurt stared at him for a few seconds, and then nodded, the corners of his mouth ticking up. “Okay.”

Blaine made himself a coffee, too, and frosted some snowman cookies until Stephanie arrived, out of breath and full of apologies for running late.

“No worries, Steph!”

She looked at his radiant expression. “Okay, whatever happy pills you’re on, I want one too.”

“No can do,” Blaine sing-songed. “I haven’t taken anything, honestly.”

“Then what’s with the smiles and the skipping around?”

Blaine looked at the table where Kurt was sipping his mocha, and felt his grin stretch ear to ear. “I’ve got a date. With the Yummiest Elf in the world.”

Chapter 2: Look Who’s Coming Round the Bend

Kurt looked around, taking in his new work environment, and shuddered.

Whoever had decorated Santa’s Corner had gone all out, and then some. The backdrop looked like Santa’s workshop, with Christmas stockings hanging from the roof, big double doors flanked by gingerbread men lit by led lights on a wire and plastic candy canes that towered over Kurt’s head. There was a big sleigh filled with fake presents, a red and gold throne for Santa to sit on and a mini piano.

You’d think at that point the decorators would have run out of momentum, but you’d have been wrong. There were also Christmas trees all around Santa’s Corner, with so many ornaments hanging in them that you could barely see their boughs anymore.

The perky shopping mall manager handed Kurt his work uniform, and he struggled not to let his horror show.

“My dads found us the PERFECT job for our Christmas break!” Rachel had said. “We get to perform together every day. It’s going to be wonderful!”

Kurt looked at the set again and grimaced. He looked at the outfit he’d been given, and winced.

Perfect, my ass! What an attack on the senses! And that’s before adding large quantities of loud whiny children…

But it was a job, meaning he’d have money to go Black Friday shopping, so he would just have to grin and bear it.

A few hours later, he was in his elf costume, singing about holly wreaths and mistletoe, and checking out the unexpectedly hot Santa. A replacement, because apparently, the usual Santa was ill.

Kurt wondered how the parents explained this way too young Santa to their children. He didn’t even have a beard! What would they say? “Oh, Santa couldn’t make it, so he sent his deputy.” Or maybe they’d pretend this was Santa’s son?

Kurt let his eyes rove over the crowd idly, and realised to his surprise that somebody was looking at him. No, looking him over, slowly, and with an expression that showed he liked what he saw.

It made Kurt smile for real, and sing with more gusto than before. He wasn’t looking for a hook-up while he was in Lima for the holidays, but he wouldn’t exclude it either, if an occasion presented itself.

“It’s Santa’s super sleieieieigh!” the trio of elves harmonised, ending the song on a high note, and a few people applauded.

Kurt sneaked another look at the cute curly-haired guy who’d been checking him out just now, and was just in time to see him running away.

Oh, would you look at that ass… I wish he’d hung around a while longer, though.

His smile sagged a little. It had been nice to be someone’s centre of attention for a moment. The children only had eyes for Santa, of course. The moms only focussed on their children. And the dads ogled Santana and Rachel, and at best ignored Kurt. At worst, they threw him disgusted looks.

Mr Curly Cutie, though, had looked at Kurt as though he were the most delicious piece of cheesecake he’d ever seen. Santana had grinned and winked at Kurt, and even Rachel had noticed, ramming her elbow in Kurt’s ribs and pointing her chin in his admirer’s direction. If the guy had stayed until the end of the song, Kurt might have headed his way for a minute and let the girls hold the fort while he talked to him.

Unfortunately, the universe had other plans for him. But hey, maybe Mr Curly Cutie would be back one of these days? A guy could hope, right?

Rachel started The Twelve Gifts of Christmas, and Kurt chimed in on autopilot.

“Too bad about the cute hobbit,” Santana murmured in his ear. “Not really your type, I know, but good enough to spend time with over Christmas break.”

Rachel threw Santana a glare, and Santana rolled her eyes and started to sing, too.

Kurt was a bit taken aback by the comment about his ‘type’. Yes, he had a tendency to crush on guys who were taller than him, and his only boyfriend so far had been blond. But Mr Curly Cutie was EVERYBODY’s type, he was pretty sure. Yes, maybe a bit shorter than average, but classically handsome. That jawline! That smile! Those eyes! And he had muscles for days. Kurt could just imagine those thighs clamped around his back as he…

Oops, now Rachel was glaring at HIM. Well. She did have a point. He was at work. He’d keep the fantasies for tonight at bedtime.

Kurt straightened his back, plastered a big smile on his face and sang:

“On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

A hammered aluminum nutcracker, and all that other stuff

And a Japanese transistor radio”

K&B

The second day, Mr Curly Cutie was back, but he left after barely a minute.

“Well, he’s certainly gay,” Santana remarked.

Kurt shot her a puzzled look.

“I winked at him, and that scared him off.”

Kurt glared at Santana and swore under his breath.

“Language!” Rachel hissed, never missing a beat when she picked up the song again after admonishing him.

“Ring out these bells

Ring out, ring solstice bells

Ring solstice bells”

Kurt sighed and faced forward again with a fake smile, singing along.

Let’s hope Santana hasn’t scared off that cutie for good.

She hadn’t, thankfully. The next day, Mr Curly Cutie arrived later than usual, towards the end of Kurt’s shift, with two adorable little girls in tow, who squealed and clapped their hands when they spotted Santa.

Kurt saw Mr Curly Cutie wince at their loudness, and sympathised with him and all the parents waiting in the queue for Santa. Well, if the guy was a parent… He looked too young to have a six-year-old and a toddler, but what did Kurt know, right?

Mr Curly Cutie looked exhausted, but when his eyes found Kurt’s, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Kurt smiled back, a genuine smile this time, and sang a little louder.

Maybe the guy was single? He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, and he wouldn’t be checking Kurt out and beaming at him if he were in a relationship, would he? Yep, probably a single parent. Hmm, not ideal, but hardly a deal-breaker. The girls were adorable, and quite well-behaved.

Two carols later, it was their turn to tell Santa what they wanted for Christmas, and now, they seemed a little less enthusiastic. The toddler hid behind Mr Curly Cutie’s leg, and even the six-year-old made no move to get closer to Santa, in spite of their father’s coaxing.

In the end, Mr Curly Cutie sat down on Santa’s lap himself, holding the toddler and keeping his arm around the older girl. Now, they chatted with Santa happily enough, and then skipped off as fast as they could, their father in hot pursuit.

Kurt chuckled.

“Focus, Kurt!” Rachel hissed, and Kurt dutifully stopped following the cute trio with his eyes.

Too bad he didn’t stay a little longer. We’re off duty in twenty minutes. Ah well… Maybe he’ll be back tomorrow?

K&B

The next day was full of disasters.

Kurt’s car wouldn’t start when he wanted to drive to the mall, and he had to ask Finn to bring him. Then, when Finn drove away again, he accidentally drove into a big puddle, splashing icy murky water all over Kurt, which ruined his clothes, soaking through all of his layers. Kurt ran to the mall quickly, shivering, and changed into his elf costume, knowing that he had no other choice than to keep the costume on until he would be home again.

To top things off, Kurt saw hide nor hair of Mr Curly Cutie during his shift, and afterwards, he stood in the cold parking lot, freezing his butt off for ten minutes waiting for Finn, who didn’t arrive to pick him up from the mall. When he called him, he got his voice mail. Of course. It was going to be one of those days, clearly.

He decided to call his dad instead, and go back into the mall to warm up. Then his eye fell on the Starbucks sign beckoning him, and he grinned. A mocha was just what he needed right now as a pick-me-up, and maybe a sugary snack.

He stepped inside and let the heat and the delicious smells wash over him, rubbing his hands to get them warm again.

The coffee shop seemed deserted, but Kurt could hear someone humming behind the counter. He followed the sound and was treated to a delectable sight. The barista was bending over to take a tray out of the oven, and in doing so presented a very nice butt.

Yum! And the cookies smell good, too.

Kurt placed his order, and then got a happy surprise when the barista turned around and proved to be none other than Mr Curly Cutie!

Well… Perhaps his luck had turned…

Mr Curly Cutie smiled widely at Kurt, and asked for his name, although there was no-one else about.

Kurt played it coyly, not wanting to seem too eager, but relented when Mr Curly Cutie slayed him with a puppy-eyed pout.

Before Kurt knew it, he’d gotten a free mocha and cookie, plus a date! Oh yes, this day was certainly looking up!

Kurt bit into the cookie and moaned. Oh, this was good! In two bites, the sugary treat was gone, and Kurt chased every stray crumb on his plate.

Nearly an hour later, Kurt and the cute barista, whose name was Blaine, were discussing the latest episode of Hoarders when Kurt’s phone rang.

It was Finn, who’d finally remembered he was supposed to pick up Kurt at the mall. “Where are you, dude? I can’t see you anywhere on the parking lot.”

“Finn, you’re over an HOUR late! Why would I still be standing in the parking lot waiting for you? I’m in the Starbucks just opposite the mall. Stay where you are, and I’ll be right there!”

“Okay. Sorry, dude, I forgot.”

“I figured,” Kurt snapped, and hung up on Finn.

He stood up with a sigh, and said to Blaine, “Well, my brother is here, so I have to go, I’m afraid. But this was fun. Could I… maybe get your phone number so that we can meet up again?”

Blaine beamed at him, and quickly swapped phones with Kurt to type in his digits.

Kurt left with a lingering look and a wave, and then hurried to the parking lot to ream out his idiot brother. When he saw Finn’s sheepish look, though, he swallowed what he was going to say and just got into the car without any comment. After all, if not for Finn’s negligence, he wouldn’t have met Blaine, and scored his phone number and a date.

“Sorry…” Finn said again, and then pledged, “I won’t forget again.”

Kurt huffed. “Just get us home, okay?”

His phone dinged, and Kurt smiled when he saw the message.

From: Blaine

Same time, same place tomorrow?

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