A Special Pair of Gloves
Twelve Days of Fanfic: Day Five
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Reader
Request: “could I request knitting Kurt a special pair of gloves because he was sad he couldn’t wear any?”
You ran through the thick layer of snow to the front of Xavier’s mansion, Kurt right beside you. The two of you had just gotten back from a snowball fight with Scott and Jean, and you were both covered with snow.
As you opened the doors to allow you and Kurt in, you noticed Kurt’s hands were shaking and covered with ice and bits of snow.
“Are you okay?” you asked, motioning to his hands. Kurt nodded.
“I’m fine. It’s just I can’t wear gloves, so my hands get cold,” Kurt said sheepishly, a note of sadness to his voice.
Your eyes suddenly got wide, an idea coming to you as Kurt walked ahead of you into the mansion. You yelled a quick good bye, running down the hall to your room. You hurried into your room, stopping at your desk. You pulled some yarn from a drawer, along with some knitting needles. You then began to put your idea together string by string. It was hard work, figuring out how to make the fingers and what size to make them. You had to measure Kurt’s fingers at one point, the young blue mutant giving you a strange look the entire time. You had barely made it out without him figuring what you were doing.
But in a couple days, you had the final product. You held them out in front of you proudly. It was a pair of gloves with only three fingers, made perfectly for Kurt’s hands.
You tucked them into the sweater you were wearing, heading downstairs where Kurt, Jean, and Scott were waiting for you. You all had planned another snowball fight since a heavy snowfall had taken place the night before, the snow just the perfect temperature to form snowballs.
“Ready?” Scott asked when he saw you. You nodded, letting Jean and Scott walk out of the door first.
“Wait, Kurt,” you said before Kurt followed them. He stopped, giving you a puzzled look. You drew the gloves out carefully, presenting them to him with a smile. He reached forward slowly, picking them up.
“You- made gloves?” He asked, his eyes wide as he turned them over in his hands.
You nodded. “Ones that will fit you. So your hands won’t get cold.”
You watched nervously as Kurt pulled one on, worried they wouldn’t fit. But the glove fit perfectly, his fingers fitting comfortably in the soft knitted yarn.
He held his hands out in front of him, his mouth parted with surprise.
“Danke,” he breathed, giving you a grateful look.
You grinned grabbing one of his hands and pulling him toward the door. “Let’s go try them out.”