I was in the Blazing Dragons discord when we started talking about Blaze x Burnevere hints in the show one of them being that Sir Blaze owns a kilt. And that Burnevere once said, "It'll be a cold day in Camelhot before I surrender my kilt!"

And then the two pieces fit together and we concluded that he had given the kilt as a gift to Blaze.
And from there, my mind came up with an idea for this possibly being the best gift Blaze had ever received.

A lot of this is from memory, so the characters may not be as in-character as they should be, but I did do my best.

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- - -

Sir Blaze's birthday was coming up in a week, and Sir Burnevere, for the first time, actually started to feel a little bit of panic.
Like always, Sir Blaze was dropping hints.
"Oh, I sure do wish I had some fashionable new clothes to fill my wardrobe with!"
"I'm feeling a bit masc this season, but all of my clothes are fabulously fem!"
"My birthday's coming up in a week! I do hope that someone other than Mumsy gives me something along what I want!"

Burnevere sweated nervously as he looked through the clothing stalls at the market. It was time to face the hard truth.
He didn't have the first clue about fashion.

"What about this?" he said to himself, lifting up a frilly overcoat, "Naw, he has this already, and I think this is the opposite of what he wants."

The shopkeeper blinked slowly, "Sir knight, do you need any help?"

"Nay, I can handle this! I hope..." Burnevere said, shifting through various clothes. Trying to remember what Blaze liked and why he liked it.

The previous years they served as the Knights of the Square Table, Blaze always stood out as particularly needy. The first year, Burnevere barely noticed it – he had given him a new shield, barely paying attention to the hints Blaze was dropping. Strangely enough, Blaze seemed actually halfway happy with it, saying it complemented the hat that his "mumsy" had given him.

After that, though, Blaze seemed to be trying harder and harder to hide his disappointment – and each time, it became more and more apparent that he was disappointed.

No, that's not quite it... it was more apparent that he was hurting.

Before, Burnevere didn't understand why that would hurt, but when he saw that sadness flicker across his fellow knight's eyes, it twisted his gut inside. He'd found himself paying more and more attention to Blaze, particularly that thick tail of his--

Burnevere shook the sinful thoughts out of his head and left the stall, looking for another clothing stall somewhere.

The stall for men's clothes was pointless – if it wasn't for nobility, it was all plain smocks and tunics with faded colors, nothing that would measure up to Blaze's standards. The only way to get really good clothing was to get a tailor, and it would take longer than a week to make! Not to mention it would spoil the surprise...

"Ohh, why does fashion have to be so complicated!?"

- - -

Several fruitless days passed by, and no luck. All the clothing that seemed like something Blaze would like happened to be too feminine for what Blaze wanted, and all the clothing that was masculine just didn't compare.

"Argh, why isn't fashion like Scotland's fashion! My people knew how to make good clothes!"

Burnevere pulled his prized kilt out of his closet, staring at it in frustration.

That's when it clicked.

"A Scottish kilt! That would be the perfect gift for Blaze!"

His face dropped, "But there's no way I can get to Scotland and back in time..."

He stared at the kilt in his hands. His prized kilt. The kilt he'd never give up.

"...it'd be a cold day in Camelhot before I surrender my kilt..." he said to himself, echoing a statement he'd said previously.

"I guess it's a cold day then," he said, smiling a little, "now where's that wrapping paper?"

- - -

It was the day of Blaze's birthday, and all the knights of the Square Table, in addition to the squire Flicker, the princess Flame, and the King and Queen attended.

"Thankees, Loungelot, for the lovely, uh... what is it?" Sir Blaze said, looking at the strange contraption.

"Why it's, uh..." Loungelot said, hesitating for a moment, before turning to Flicker and whispering, "What is it, Flicker?"

Flicker folded his arms and sighed, "It was my latest invention – you put slices of bread in it and it'll re-cook the bread, toasting the sides of it. I called it the Bread Recooker."

Loungelot cleared his throat, "It's a Bread Recooking thingamajig. Put slices of bread in it and it'll ... re-cook it."

"Why... thanks," Blaze said with a saccharine tone as he set aside the strange device that was obviously not stolen from Flicker.

The other Knights had chipped in as well – axes and maces, and at least one very nice jewel-encrusted sword – Flame cheerfully explained how her father, the King, thought to find a weapon that was fashionable enough to match Blaze's tastes. For his part, King Allfire nodded along, clearly playing along with whatever his daughter

"Why, thank you so much, your Highness!" Blaze said, smiling broadly, sending a friendly wink to Flame to let her know he appreciated her efforts.

Burnevere sweated nervously. Now that it was about time for his present to be opened, he was worried – would Flame like it? It wasn't a jewel-encrusted sword. Did he misread the situation?

"Golly, Burnevere, you must be burning up. I thought it was kind of chilly today, myself," Loungelot said, "Or are you sweating for a different reason."
"None of your business, Loungelot," Burnever said curtly.

Flicker tilted his head, "Sir Burnevere, are you alright? Are you running a fever?"

"I'm fine, lad, don't worry about me."

Loungelot hmmphed and sat down as Blaze opened the present from Queen Griddle!

"Ooooh, what's this, Mumsy?" he said, pulling out a black-furred hat.

"I got it from Russia, it's called an... 'Oo-shawnka'" she said, "I hope you like it!"

"I love it! Thank you Mumsy!" Blaze said, putting it on immediately.

Burnever gulped. There was just one present left.

Blaze picked the package up, "And finally, this presented from Sir Burnevere! I wonder what shie-- I mean, I wonder what he got me this year!"

Tearing it open, Blaze opened the package and his jaw dropped.

He picked the kilt out of the box, pulling it up and holding it in his hands.

"A... a kilt?"

"Aye, you said that you wanted something fashionable, yet masculine, but..."

"It's... it's perfect!" Blaze said, tears starting to come to his eyes. "I love it!"

Burnevere flushed, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

Queen Griddle humphed, shooting daggers out of her eyes at Sir Burnevere.

"Strange, I thought you said 'It'd be a cold day in Camelhot before I surrender my kilt', Burnevere," Loungelot said, smirking at the scottish dragon.

"Aye, well, it is a bit chilly today," Burnevere said, smiling, "But seeing him smile like that kinda makes me feel a bit warmer inside."

"Hmmm," Loungelot said, quirking an eyebrow, "I'm sure if you invited him up to your bedroom, he'd give you a 'gift' in return,"

"D-don't joke around about that!" Burnevere said, though the thought kind of... excited him.

"Fine, fine, but I've seen you staring at his tail. He'd be open to it, you know."

"Argh, stop talking nonsense!" Burnevere said.

"I agree with Sir Loungelot, actually," Flicker said, giving a surprised side-eye to the knight he serves, "Though maybe it'd be better if you two went on a date first. It'd mean more, I think."

"Thank you, Flicker," Loungelot said, annoyed at his squire once again butting in with better advice than he was giving, though he did swell a bit with pride that Flicker agreed with him, "Flicker is absolutely right; as he should be, as he is my squire, after all."

Burnevere flushed. A date? With another male dragon? With Blaze?

...Well.... okay... maybe it'd be okay if it was with Blaze.

- - -

Burnevere paced outside of Blaze's door, trying to think of the words.

"Wanna go on a date? ... Nah"
"I hear there's a great spot on a starry hill and oh God no...."

Burnevere rubbed his face, trying to beat his nerves back into submission.

"Oh, Sir Burnevere!" Blaze said, startling the older dragon as he turned down the hallway.

"A-aye, Sir Blaze!" Burnevere said, standing up stiffly.

"I wanted to thank you for the wonderful kilt! It's so manly and yet so fashionable at the same time!" Sir Blaze said, proudly wearing the kilt. Burnevere couldn't be flushing more if he tried, starting to resemble a red dragon in the face.

"A-aye, I just wanted you to have a good birthday for once."

"Well, it was the best birthday ever! Thank you, Sir Burnevere," Blaze said, "You know, this kilt actually smells like you."

Burnevere felt his stomach lurch. "Oh, I ... forgot to have it washed. I'm sorry, Bla--"

"Actually, no, I kinda... like it," Blaze said, blushing himself.

Burnevere's jaw fell open, and it took him a full minute to recollect himself.

"S-say, uh... what do you say we go out tomorrow and enjoy the countryside a bit?" Burnevere said, mind spinning for possibilities of what to do.

"I'd love to! It's a date!" Blaze said, smiling before walking into his room.

"A d-date..." Burnevere said, before fainting in the least masculine manner.