A Fairly Gay Christmas Special

Blair sighed heavily to himself. Who the hell was going to eat all of this? He hadn't made any of it for any particular reason. He angrily chewed on a gingerbread man. He tried to ignore the resemblance they seemed to have to Yuri. It was all in his mind, he was sure. If thoughts of Yuri invaded his special alone time (baking) then things were going to get messy.

For once he was fully clothed. Actually, he was dressed rather conservatively. A long sleeve shirt that, while being too tight, was actually somewhat thick. He even had on regular pants.

He walked back into the living room, glanced at the tree he had set up and remembered. He smiled to himself as he walked back into his room, and then brought out an armful of presents to put under the tree.

Yuri turned around, glaring at Blair.

"Hey. I was kind of here first. And there are 6 more days until Christmas, dumbass--why are you putting the presents out now?"

He looked back up at Yuri, smiling smugly.

"Because, I bet you can't guess what's inside." He replied, crossing his arms. "And that's the funny part."

"They're for your stupid guests, so why should I care?" he asked, frowning. "It's probably a dildo for the girlfriend you don't have so she can finally orgasm."

He rolled his eyes.

"They're for you, dumbfuck." He gave Yuri a look that said, 'I can't believe you made me say that out loud'.

Yuri blushed, completely shocked.

"...Don't make fun of me."

Blair grinned even wider, filled to the brim with smugness.

"If I wanted to make fun of you, I would have filled the boxes with air."

Damn, that would've been fucking great. Too bad Blair hadn't thought of that before he spent all that money on presents for Yuri.

Yuri glanced back at his knitting, his face still hot.

"...Blair, no one outside of my family has ever bought me a Christmas gift. Ever."

Blair paused suddenly. Had he given too much of a compliment? He hadn't meant to profess his love or anything, but he had kind of wanted to apologize for how much of a douche he was.

"Uhh..." He wasn't sure what to say. "Well, uhm, merry Christmas, then?"

"I really don't understand," he said truthfully. He tried to focus on his knitting, but it was hard when he was trying to hold back tears.

Blair frowned deeper. Had he hurt Yuri's feelings?

"S-sorry, If, uh...I did something wrong." He said cautiously. "I just thought...it'd be kind of nice since we fight all the time, so..."

"Why don't you make sense?" he asked quietly, frowning. "One second, you're horrible, and the next, you treat me nicely...it's confusing, and I really hate it. Just so you know."

Wow, now he felt like an even huger dick. Blair tried to swallow his guilt, but it stayed a thick lump in there.

"U-uhh...I'm sorry." He mumbled, hating how completely awkward he felt. Stupid Yuri.

"Do you hate me, anyway? Because if you do, it would be nice to know."

He frowned deeply. He had never hated Yuri. Not really. Admitting this, however, was harder than he had expected.

"...N...no." He mumbled quietly.

"Then let's try to stop arguing," he replied, determined. "At least for Christmas, okay?"

He smiled very softly.

"...alright."

"...Wanna watch Mythbusters with me?" he asked awkwardly. "Also, if you want this scarf, you can have it...it's pretty long, though."

Blair sat down next to him, fingering the scarf.

"Why'd you make it so long?"

"I spaced out," he admitted, chuckling. "I hope you don't mind that it's black--has to fit with my image and all that." He smiled as he spoke, but his words had a bitter edge to them. "People don't like to mess with Satanists. Just kinda hate them from afar."

Blair took the scarf and examined it for a few moments before he actually put it on.

"We should go out." He said rather suddenly. "I'm bored."

"Oh, okay," he said awkwardly, putting down his needles. "Are you sure you want to be seen with me? Like, at all? I really don't blame you, man...I can walk a few feet behind or something."

He rolled his eyes.

"Just get ready so we can leave." He said as he stood up so go find a pair of shoes.

Yuri hurried to pull on a pair of pants and boots, throwing on a jacket as well.

"Ready! Where are we going, though?" he asked as he stumbled into the hallway. "This is kinda sudden--everywhere's gonna be crowded, you know."

Blair was lacing up his boots when Yuri came back into the living room.

"I want to go to the movies." He replied, completely ignoring Yuri's concerns. "We can see the new Fast and Furious."