come. - Smiles adjusting the strap of the bag full of books without looking at his friend. - What do you think of the traditions, Kurt? - The older boy's smile is as smooth as usual. Hummel looks at him without understanding his blue eyes. - What traditions? - Repeated missed. Blaine mysterious smiles and nods. - Well ... you have to follow so you do not die, right?
Blaine's smile grows, it becomes sweeter when you look up to Kurt follow his gaze. The child blushed when he saw the green twig hanging over their heads. The notes said nothing, trying to avoid the eyes of another boy, who laughs softly. - Kurt, you're adorable. - Gently caresses her cheek with his fingertips and then remove the mwhole when moisture and cold feels hot tip of his tongue caress her lower lip, making it almost sighing. The kiss is soft, languid and seemingly endless but in the end. Kurt
has bright eyes and cheeks off heat. Blaine looks caressing her lips with two fingers and draw his perpetual smile lightly. - Some traditions are not so bad ... - Whispers. Hummel has to giggle. - Not bad. - Kurt agrees. Look into the eyes of Blaine. - This one counts. - Says, referring to the kiss. Blaine understands and agrees on a pitch.
- Merry Christmas, Kurt. - Merry Christmas.
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