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Hello! My name's Jerie, and I am a ship whore. I have lost control of my life ever since I read CP Coulter's Dalton. And this is basically just a dump site for all the word vomit and flailing caused by that fic.

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the greatest gift of all

blainewantsallthecocks answered: Mine getting each other for Fab Fiv secret santa

Erin wakes him early on Christmas morning, with a gratuitous phone call and a wave of giddy happiness that could rival that of a six year old’s. She tells him to arrive at the Anderson’s house a little before five, so he can work on the hot chocolate that he apparently has a knack for making.

"And don’t forget to bring your Secret Santa present," the redhead reminds him.

The day before their school let out for Christmas break, Erin proudly announced the Fab Five’s Secret Santa project during lunch. She passed around an old top hat—

(Jude laughs. “I can’t believe you have one of those!”

"Oh god, Blaine’s going to want to borrow that, asap!" Shane says, with a knowing look on his face.

Hey!”)

—with all their names in it, and much to his surprise and delight that quickly turns awry, Micah pulled out Shane’s name.

Before they all left for their afternoon classes, Blaine made them all take this vow of secrecy, promising that they wouldn’t say a word about whose name they picked out of that dashing top hat. They rest of them followed Blaine’s lead, placed their hands dramatically over their chest, and vowed not to say anything. That, however, does nothing to prevent Erin from asking Micah who he got.

"It’s not like it was an unbreakable vow,” Erin tries once more. “Just a hint, then?”

"I’ll see you later, Erin," Micah says, trying to stifle both his smile and a yawn.

From the other end of the line, Erin groans audibly. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours!”

"Goodbye, Erin."

Micah grins to himself as he ends the call. He then places his phone carefully back on his nightstand, before he lays back down on his pillows and goes back to sleep.

Despite Erin’s earlier reminder, Micah only manages to walk up the Anderson’s front lawn, his Secret Santa present tucked securely under his arm, at half past five. He assures himself that he’s got a valid excuse, though, and the brunet’s quick to defend himself once Erin opens the front door, her arms tightly crossed over her chest.

"You’re late," she says, impatiently tapping her foot.

"I know." Micah looks down at the holiday-themed welcome mat and starts playing with his fingers. Still, he can almost feel Erin scowling at him.

"I reminded you to come early."

"I know," Micah replies feebly. "Listen, I’m sorry, and this sounds so lame, even to me, but my Mom made me do some last minute shopping. I didn’t mean to be late."

Erin looks him up and down consideringly. “This isn’t some cover up because you forgot about the whole Secret Santa thing, is it?”

Micah grins sheepishly. “‘Course not. I’ve had my gift ready for days,” he says, as he holds up his poorly-wrapped Christmas present.

"Fine then," Erin shrugs, with a feel of nonchalance that Micah hopes is all an act. "Come in. I still don’t forgive you, but it’s Christmas, and I could always be persuaded with a piping cup of hot chocolate."

Micah laughs heartily as he steps inside. Yup. Totally just an act.

The rest of the group are much more forgiving, however, offering him hugs and claps on the back. After a round of hot chocolate—(“All right,” Erin says loudly, her grin just visible behind her mug, “Now I forgive you.”)—they all gather in the Anderson’s living room, cross-legged beneath the Christmas tree.

Blaine goes first. Micah smiles encouragingly at a nervous looking Jude, as the brunet unwraps his present flap by flap, carefully peeling off the tape. He reveals a beautiful green coffee mug, one that Blaine turns over and over, staring at it almost disbelievingly.

"You can plug it," Jude explains, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. "Keeps your coffee warm. I know… Know how much you love coffee."

"Thank you, Jude," Blaine says, looking a little breathless.

In his ear, Erin says something about how an Anderson’s eyes sparkle when they look at someone they’re infatuated with, and Micah pinches her arm.

Next goes Erin, who receives a red scarf from Blaine which, after pouncing on him, she happily wears around her neck, before she presents, with great flourish, a new camera lens for Jude.

After Jude settles down—(“Holy freaking how did you know Erin oh my god!”)—the three spare a glance at the two remaining gifts under the tree, then at Shane and Micah, who are looking at each other and sporting the same bashful look.

"Last ones, eh?" Micah says.

Shane chuckles nervously. “Looks like it.”

From behind them, Jude clears his throat noisily. “I’m gonna go get my camera. Try on the new lens and all.”

Erin and Blaine nod their heads in agreement, muttering about more hot chocolate before they exit as well, leaving Shane and Micah in the living room.

But hey, it’s not like either of them are complaining.

"You go first?" Micah offers, with a tilt of his head, and Shane reaches out and clumsily retrieves his gift from underneath the tree.

Whereas Micah pegged Blaine as the paper-saving type, Shane was his complete opposite, eagerly ripping the wrapping paper and wearing a wide, infectious smile when he finally sees the gift.

In his hands is a Nightmare Before Christmas themed snow globe, with little figurines of Sally and Jack holding hands in the middle. It took Micah two days of scouring through internet sites and garage sales to find that gift, but the look on the younger brunet’s face made all his efforts worth it.

When Shane looks up at him, Erin’s silly line about an Anderson’s eye twinkling briefly enters his mind, but he pushes it downdowndown. Thoughts like those can be exceedingly dangerous, and shouldn’t even be in his head, where no one else can see them.

"How did you know?" Shane asks, sounding completely overwhelmed.

"Blaine told me," Micah explains. "I had no idea what to get you, and he said that you had one when you were a kid…"

"I brought it to school once, did he tell you that?"

Micah somberly nods his head.

"Some ass hole shoved me against a locker, and it fell out of my bag," Shane says anyway, his voice heavy. "Laughed at me for being such a—well, one thing or another, and the point is I never saw it again." He then clears his throat, blinks a few times and says, "Thank you, Micah."

"It’s no problem," Micah says honestly. "I’m glad you like it. Really glad, actually."

Shane puts himself together and presents his gift last, then, which suits him just fine. It leaves him free to slide himself over to Micah, a small box in his hands.

It turns out to be a rubiks cube, and while Micah appreciates the gift, he can’t help but look up and stare at Shane quizzically.

"Thanks, Shane—," Micah begins, but the other boy interrupts him before he can say anything else.

"It’s supposed to be poetic," Shane explains. "It’s Christmas, and I’ve watched enough Christmas specials to know that this is the perfect time to tell the truth. So I got Erin to do the whole Secret Santa thing, got your name out of that hat before anyone else could, but it never crossed my mind that you’d get mine, that you’d get me such an awesome present…”

Micah continues to stare at him in surprise. “You set up the Secret Santa thing? And, and you got my name out of the hat? But why would you—?”

"Because I tried to be poetic here," Shane says nervously, as he reaches his hand out to scratch the back of his neck. "But that’s more obviously up your alley, and it’s not working for me."

"Try anyway," Micah says, trying not to sound too hopeful but failing miserably. He’s still trying to wrap his head around the whole thing—that Shane organized the whole thing, that he picked out his name on purpose—but he’s at a loss at forming any sound conclusions as Shane runs a hand through that gorgeous mass of dark curls.

"You’re really smart, Micah," Shane says, his voice full of affection. "You can solve a rubiks cube faster than anyone I know personally, but you can’t figure out that I’m in love with you."

Micah blinks.

The silence rings until Shane gathers up the courage and speaks again.

"I’m sorry."

Micah blinks again, this time even more unsure if he heard correctly.

"I’m sorry I’m not a rubiks cube—," Shane continues, and yeah, Micah’s pretty sure he needs to get his ears checked, "Simple, with an organized solution to figure me out, to put me back together every time I lose it. But gosh, Micah, if we were together, I know that all the pieces would just eventually fall into place.”

"Who—," Micah begins, suddenly at a loss for words, "Who taught you how to woo people like that?" he says, torn between wanting to tackle the boy and crying like a two year old.

Shane shrugs, and offers him a small smile. “Well…?”

Yes,” Micah exclaims. It’s not exactly all he wants to say, but it’s all he can manage, what with that lump in his throat.

Shane understands though, if the wide smile on his is any indication, and Micah muses that he’ll have much more time to gather his thoughts and perfect his speech after tonight.

Christ,” Shane laughs, “You don’t how relieved I am that that worked out.”

Micah just laughs harder.

And the world, warm and surprisingly peaceful, blurs inwards until it focuses only on the two of them beneath the Anderson’s Christmas tree, which somehow seems to glow even brighter against the dimness of the room.

The unmistakable twinkle in the younger brunet’s eyes, emphasized by the warm lights, is the most beautiful thing Micah’s ever seen, and there’s nothing more to be said as he brings a hand around the back of the his neck, and leans forward to plant his lips on Shane’s.

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