It was Kurt’s first Christmas in America so you and Jubilee tried to make it as special as possible. In fact, when Kurt was in classes you two had snuck into his room, decorating the room with tinsel, lights and little bobbles. When he came into the room he dropped all his books, spinning around smiling at all the colours. You loved Kurt the second you met him. You two had become such good friends and had so many late night conversations. Kurt had even fallen asleep in your bed sometimes, his tail wrapped around your waist.
You wanted to make Kurt something, so you tried to knit him a sweater. Unfortunately, you made it a bit.. oversized. One sleeve was longer than the other and it was extremely baggy, you knew if Kurt put it on it would look like a dress. Then one day, it disappeared. You asked everyone (except for Kurt obviously) if they had seen your ugly sweater. No one admitted to seeing it.
Christmas morning came and Kurt was up at 6 in the morning banging on your door. The second you came out he grabbed your hand and dragged you downstairs to the tree Hank had set up. Kurt sat down and immediately started ripping off the wrapping paper of his gifts. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, smirking at how cute he was, tail waggling happily. Then you saw what was in the box he had just opened. It was the sweater you made. You grabbed at it, trying to get it away from him but he just bamfed to the other side of the room.
“Vhat ees dis?” Kurt asked, looking at the creation, turning it over.
“It’s a sweater,” you mumbled.
“Ees dis from you, Y/N?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t going to give it to you. It didn’t turn out that great.”
“I love it!,” he squealed, pulling the red sweater over his head.
You tried to hold in your laugh but it burst out of you. The sweater was definitely too big for him, looking lopsided and one sleeve hung over his hand. He danced around the room, flapping the sleeves around like a bird. He grabbed your hand and started to dance with you. When you stopped moving, you both were out of breath, letting out little wheezes of laughter. The two of you were inches away from each other. Kurt glancing down at your lips quickly and leaned in to peck you on the lips. He tried to lean away but you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. When the kiss ended, Kurt leaned his head on your forehead and let out a shaky breath.
“Ees dis vhat Christmas is usually like? Because I vould like that.”
“I would like that too.”
You both gave each other tiny smiles before giving small kisses. “Merry Christmas, Kurt.”
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