Kisses for Christmas
Media: Fic
Title: Kisses for Christmas
Rating: PG-13 (for Santana's commentary)
Word Count: 1,621
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Cliches. Fluff. Santana.
A/N: So I’ve been busting my butt to get fic ready to post this morning. When I was editing it, I realized that it strayed pretty far from the fluffy holiday fic I had intended, so I abandoned it for now (after writing ~12K words in 5 days oops). Instead, have a fill for this prompt from Mandy: shopping at the same time and leaving their purchases for gift wrapping and accidentally picking up each other’s later on. Which somehow became a Cheerios!Klaine AU. Thank you as always to my lovely friends and betas Lindsey and Sandy. Happy holidays! :)
Click below to read on AO3:
Kurt had just finished fitting all his items into a Medium Square Box at the mall’s wrapping station - he would have preferred to wrap it himself, of course, but between school and the holidays, time was running too short, especially since he’d only just plucked up the courage to buy it - when he heard someone calling his name. He peered cautiously over his shoulder to see Blaine Anderson approaching, a smile lighting up his face above his bright red scarf and what was clearly a shopping bag half-hidden behind his back.
Title: Kisses for Christmas
Rating: PG-13 (for Santana's commentary)
Word Count: 1,621
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Cliches. Fluff. Santana.
A/N: So I’ve been busting my butt to get fic ready to post this morning. When I was editing it, I realized that it strayed pretty far from the fluffy holiday fic I had intended, so I abandoned it for now (after writing ~12K words in 5 days oops). Instead, have a fill for this prompt from Mandy: shopping at the same time and leaving their purchases for gift wrapping and accidentally picking up each other’s later on. Which somehow became a Cheerios!Klaine AU. Thank you as always to my lovely friends and betas Lindsey and Sandy. Happy holidays! :)
Click below to read on AO3:
Kurt had just finished fitting all his items into a Medium Square Box at the mall’s wrapping station - he would have preferred to wrap it himself, of course, but between school and the holidays, time was running too short, especially since he’d only just plucked up the courage to buy it - when he heard someone calling his name. He peered cautiously over his shoulder to see Blaine Anderson approaching, a smile lighting up his face above his bright red scarf and what was clearly a shopping bag half-hidden behind his back.