This is a new prompt fanfiction exploring ways in which Kurt and Blaine could say "I love you" to each other. You may review and give me prompts for any situation in which you would like Kurt and Blaine to say that they love each other, and I will write them. You can be as specific or as vague as you like; your wish is my command! This is inspired by impromptucoffee's amazing story, "Hug." She gave me the first prompt for this:

How about a Christmas 'I love you?' - maybe Blaine could bring in some mistletoe and really be in the Christmas spirit and Kurt is laughing at his goofiness and says he loves him. It can be when they're on their own or during a Warblers meeting possibly.

Christmas

Blaine took the steps up to Kurt's room two at a time, bounding eagerly into the exquisitely furnished bedroom. It had taken a while to grow accustomed to Kurt's extravagant sense of home decorating, and Blaine still sometimes felt the need to tiptoe around the room in fear of messing something up. You could never know what was precious vintage fabric that couldn't be disturbed. Not today, however. It was the first of December, and, in Blaine's opinion, high time that Kurt give up his intricate color schemes and give in to Christmas spirit.

That explained the wreath and green sprig of mistletoe Blaine was carrying into Kurt's room. Kurt was trailing behind, brushing off his bed with the tips of his fingers and halfheartedly protesting, "Blaine, you're dropping pine needles all over everything. How am I supposed to get all of these out of my room? And aren't wreaths supposed to go outdoors?" Kurt held up a small handful of stray pine needles he'd collected.

"They smell good," Blaine said simply, as if that was reason enough not to care that the wreath was making a mess. "And besides, you're lucky I'm not dragging a tree in here."

"I don't even believe in God," Kurt muttered. "Why does everything have to be so ridiculously Christmas-y?"

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine sighed, "can't you just look at Christmas as a time to be happy and thankful and giving?"

Blaine's wide grin lit up the whole room, and Kurt didn't have the heart to prevent him and his idea of decorating. "Giving, right. So that's why I'm letting you put this Christmas stuff all over my room."

Blaine didn't bother to argue back, and looked around for a chair to step on so that he could hang the mistletoe over the door. "Can you hang this up? I can't reach without something to stand on," he asked, holding out the sprig.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "No, hobbit," he teased, reaching out to mess up Blaine's curls, which for once were not carefully gelled into perfection. Kurt laughed at the expression of disappointment on Blaine's face and continued, "You can hang it up, but not under my doorway. What's going to happen when Finn comes in to get something?"

Blaine raised his thick eyebrows and nodded. He knew about Kurt's previous crush on Finn. "Okay, then… so, where are you going to put it?"

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him over to the bed, pushing on his shoulders to make him sit. "How about right here?" he asked, looking up at the ceiling over the bed.

They hung the mistletoe, and Kurt sat on the bed, curling his legs underneath himself. He pulled Blaine in for a soft, warm kiss. "Despite your ridiculous ideas about Christmas spirit," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips, "I must say, I'm a fan of the mistletoe."

Blaine's laughter shook both their bodies. He drew away and smirked at the slightly disappointed look in Kurt's clear blue eyes. "Later," he said. "Right now, do you have scissors and white paper?"

Kurt delicately arched one eyebrow. "Why?"

Blaine grinned excitedly. "To make paper snowflakes!"

Kurt sat back on his heels and narrowed his eyes skeptically. "Snowflakes. Remind me how old you are?"

"You're trying to tell me you've never made a paper snowflake?" Blaine asked incredulously. "Isn't that required to pass kindergarten or something?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Of course I've made one, silly. But, seriously? Now?"

Blaine blushed a little. "Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

Kurt giggled and pulled Blaine in for another kiss. "Nothing's wrong with that. That's why I love you."

Blaine inhaled sharply. Kurt had never said that before. Had he really meant it, or was it intended the same way Kurt loved hair products and moisturizing cream?

Kurt's lips stopped moving against Blaine's, and he tucked his face into Blaine's neck, hiding it. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize…"

Blaine took hold of Kurt's slim shoulders and pushed him back a little, far enough away so that they could see each other's eyes even though their foreheads were almost touching. "Shhh," Blaine interrupted, putting a finger against Kurt's pink lips. "I love you, too."

Kurt's crystal eyes brightened. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Blaine said, more sure of it than he'd ever been about anything. "And now, I do believe we're still under the mistletoe…" He didn't need to continue as Kurt pressed his hands to either side of Blaine's face and brought their mouths tenderly back together. This was what Christmas was really about.

My first Glee fanfiction. I hope you all liked it! Read, review, and, most importantly, prompt!