The Reindeer

Swifty entered the school heíd sworn he would never set foot in again. Why was he doing this again? Oh yeah, thatís right. David had an absolutely adorable pout. So yes, he was wasting his afternoon setting up for the Elementary School concert that Mrs. Jacobs was in charge of. However, there was no way he was going to stick around to watch two dozen fourth grade twerps sing horribly off key and try to push each other off of the bleachers. No matter how cute Davidís pout was.

He crossed the cafeteria, walking to where his boyfriend was angrily arguing with a string of Christmas lights.

"Having fun there Davey?" he asked, leaning down to kiss him.

David ducked his head and quietly said, "Not here."

"Why not?" Swifty whispered back, wondering why David was being so quiet.

"Kevin, how good to see you. Did you come to help David?"

Mrs. Jacobsí voice made him jump. Swifty caught himself and turned around to face Davidís mother. He flashed her a wide smile.

"Yes I did."

"Oh good. David, why donít you and Kevin set up the bleachers and then you can put up the decorations. Iím going to go make sure the kids all eat their dinner and run through the songs one more time."

"Okay Mama." David said.

"Can I kiss you now?" Swifty asked once Mrs. Jacobs was gone.

"Is that all you think about?" David asked, shaking his head as he walked over to the heavy metal bleachers that needed to be set up on the stage.

"Hey, the only reason Iím here is that I was promised compensation," Swifty said as he picked up the other side of the bleachers.

David had set up the bleachers alone plenty of times before and he locked them in place quickly.

"I told you that I would make it worth your while later." He said suggestively.

"It is later," Swifty complained.

"After we finish setting up."

Swifty sighed, "Fine."

They set up the second and third sets of bleachers in silence and then David kicked the box of lights that was sitting on the stage.

"Why donít you untangle these and hang them up along the wall," David pointed. "Iím going to hang up the paper decorations."

"Sure, give me the hard part," Swifty made a face. David had been fighting with these lights when he came in. This was going to be very difficult.

David merely grinned and set off around the cafeteria with tape and a bag of paper ornaments.

Swifty took a seat on the edge of the stage and carefully began untangling the lights, all eight or so lines of them, which were tangled in a rather insane knot. It took him what felt like forever to get two lines untangled and one of them didnít even work. That pissed him off.

"How you doing?" David asked as he came back from hanging up the ornaments.

"Howís it look like?" he shot back shortly, pulling a third strand free from the mess. He really didnít like things that were this difficult.

David just chuckled at his cynicism, "Iím going to set up the chairs. Iíll come help you afterward."

Swifty shrugged. What did he care.

He worked on the lights, his eyes flicking up ever so slightly to watch as David danced a little bit along with the Christmas music blaring from a small radio. It made him feel only slightly better.

Only five of the strands worked. He hung them along the front of the stage, just as they were hung every year. They barely reached and he climbed down from the ladder just as David was sliding the last row of chairs into place.

"Done?" he asked.

"Done." David affirmed.

"Yes!" Swifty cheered, throwing his hands in the air and jumping off the stage.

David rolled his eyes.

"Now we can get out of here."

David shook his head, "I have to stick around and help backstage. Promised my mom."

"David," Swifty sighed, dropping to the stage. "I am not sticking around to watch a bunch of pipsqueak kids sing retarded Christmas Carols. I donít even know why you stay; youíre Jewish!"

"This is important to my mom, Iím sorry. We can go out after."

"I have a family party tomorrow. I canít stay out that late tonight." Swifty sighed, "I havenít spent any time with you in like a month and youíre blowing me off for kids."

"Swifty..." David sighed, "I canít just blow this off. Just stay and help. Itís not like we have to do anything that involves actual effort."

"Then leave with me."

David paused, "I canít..."

"Fine, Iím out of here then."

With that he grabbed his leather jacket off of the stage and stormed out of the cafeteria and back to the parking lot, where parents were just starting to arrive.

The drive across town was slow as it had started snowing. Swifty was pissed, which didnít help matters much. Really, he was just tired of not being able to spend time with David, and sick of them dancing around his mother."

As he pulled into the parking lot a Christmas song came on the radio, he sighed and went to change the station but then the voices of several little kids in the chorus echoed.

He sighed and leaned his head against the steering wheel. He had to go back, he knew that. He had to go back an apologize. Because as much as he bitched and moaned, he loved David and all his dorky qualities, including how much he loved his family and that he was willing to go to such lengths as listening to a few dozen little brats sing sappy Christmas songs. He put his car in reverse and pulled a very speedy three point turn.

When he got back to the school the concert had already started. When he saw the straggling parents entering all dressed up for Christmas he got an idea. He grabbed his Christmas present for Les off of the front seat.

He made his way back through the band room to the backstage area. The kids were already onstage and the curtain was about to go up. He darted across the room to the pulleys David was operating. He stood behind him as the curtains opened and Mrs. Jacobs walked out to the front of the stage to introduce the concert.

Les was standing in the front row and saw Swifty. He tried to hold back giggles. David still hadnít seen him so Swifty just winked in return.

"Les, shh..." David hissed.

Swifty leaned forward and whispered in Davidís ear as the kids started to sing.

"Iím sorry."

David jumped and spun around. He started to speak but stopped and just stared for a moment.

"And people say Iím a dork."

Swifty shook his head. He was wearing a pair of antlers with bells on the ends and they jingled quietly. He smirked.

"Youíre an idiot."

"I know."

David laughed then and said quietly. "Iím sorry too."

"So what do we have to do?"

"Now we just sit back and watch the show," David said.

And thatís what they did. Swiftyís arm slid around Davidís waist as they watched. He glanced down at David and found him smirking.

"What?"

"You didnít stay long enough to help me put up the rest of the decorations," he said, nodding upward.

Swifty looked up. Hanging above them was a sprig of mistletoe. He looked back down smirking. David grabbed him by the front of his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss.

"Your motherís going to see."

"I donít care. I told her about us after you left and apparently she had already figured it out."

Swifty grinned and kissed his boyfriend. That was one of the best Christmas gifts he could have gotten.