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Blake wishes he had left Los Angeles on better terms; sure, he had another Voice win under his belt and great work coming up in the new year, but this thing between him and Adam was enough to make him want to get in his truck and drive all the way back just to figure it out. He’s trying not to think about it too much; after all, it’s Christmas.
Which is also why Blake thinks It’s Christmas, who the hell is banging on my door right now? It’s just him, a few family members and friends over to celebrate on a snowy December 24th. He wasn’t expecting anyone else to turn up, least of all who actually has turned up.
There’s Adam, standing on his porch looking sheepish as hell and smiling what Blake can only determine to be a “Sorry I’m such a dick” smile. For a minute they just stand there staring, Blake trying to figure out if he was hallucinating or not. Finally, Adam says “I hope I’m still invited for Christmas?”
The apologetic tone breaks Blake, who laughs and pulls Adam in for a hug that lasts way too long for one between friends. Blake tucks his head into the crook of Adam’s shoulder, inhaling that distinct Adam scent – leather, soap, and spice – when Adam says, “I love you too you know.” The only response to be had is to kiss Adam, full on the mouth; it’s not hard, or long lasting, but it feels like them.
Standing on the snow-covered porch, senses filled with everything Adam – it’s the perfect Christmas gift. As Blake pulls away, he says “Hope you brought your flannel pjs!