Author's Notes: Okay, this is just something I'm trying out, hopefully I will turn it into a multi-chapter fic with actual plot, so bear with me.

Kurt Hummel strutted through the corridors of Dalton, clutching the shoulder-strap of his high-fashion bag, struggling to carry it without appearing to be in pain. The amount of books they were required to have was insane - he had ruined his back a while ago and he still winced every time he turned sharply or bent down. Luckily for him, though, one Blaine Anderson was a fantastic masseur.

The post-holiday spirit was still in the air, the corridors just as decked with holly as they were a few weeks ago, even though New Year was over, as was winter break and everyone was panicking, striving to catch up with their studies. Dalton boys ran up and down the hallways, some waving amiably at Kurt, while others acknowledging him in one way or another. It was nice knowing people cared about his existence, so a small smile was plastered safely across his lips.

"Kurt!"

"Hey, buddy!" Wes and David made a grab for the smaller boy as he was trying to safely get to class, making him hiss in pain as his tender shoulder protested the intrusion.

Kurt sighed, hoping to get away from them before the warning bell rings, since it's one time too many he'd been late for class on their account:

"What do you want? I'm in a hurry."

"Why, that's not very polite," Wes gasped, putting a hand up to his mouth in a GASP-like fashion.

"We were just wondering..."

"...if you could maybe tell us..."

"...what the hell has been going on with you and Blaine..."

"...ever since the holidays." Identical grins spread across their faces, making them look creepily similar. Kurt rolled his eyes, they were an odd couple, all right and despite being exclusively heterosexual and having girlfriend, they were always attached at the hip. It looked like they were onto something and knowing the two Warblers, they were not going to back down.

"I really don't know what you two are talking about," Kurt smiled cryptically, indicating he knew exactly what they were talking about, but wasn't spilling. He raked a hand through his hair carefully, weary of his shoudler.

"You and Blaine, ladybug." David grinned.

"Ever since cheery old Santa went down the chimney..."

"Look, we know you like him, I mean, duh, but did, yaknow, something happen?"

"What?" Kurt felt his face heat up. "I am not going to talk to you about anything... And why do you think something's up? Nothing is wrong. I just..." He trailed off, knowing he was giving himself away. Pressure still did that to him, turning him into a blubbering baby.

"You get it, while we were caroling baby Jesus, did ya..." Wes made a vague gesture with his hand, a very limp-wristed one.

"Pop the cherry?"

"Do the nasty?"

"Make the Bo-Bo?"

"Christ!" Kurt snapped, now redder than Santa's coat. "Not that it's any of your business, but nothing happened. Blaine and I are just friends."

"...who fancy each other. Come on, Kurt, aren't you supposed to be our friend?"

Kurt gave them a once over and shrugged nonchalantly. He struggled out of their grasp carefully, shook off the invisible speckles of dust off his already pristine suit, and walked away down the corridor with his head held high, fingering the ring on his left hand in his pocket, smirking even wider.

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"Blaine!"

"Hey, guys, I'm really in a hurry - these scores are for shite and they have no idea what to do about the second bridge, so what do you say about helping me out here?" Blaine ran his fingers through his hair, flustered. Ever since the holidays ended, the Warblers have been slightly more than relaxed and Regionals were coming up soon... Not to mention this thing with Kurt had him all kinds of emotional.

"Sure, man, just tell us something we don't know."

"Hm?" Blaine looked up from the stack if paper he wad currently trying to balance on one hand and flip over with the other.

"You and Kurt."

"What about him?" Blaine wad exceptionally careful not to say 'us' in the present company, knowing they would never hear the end of it if he did.

"Winter break, Blaine. What happened?"

"What do you mean?" Blaine narrowed his eyes at the twosome.

"You're both so happy, so..."

"Hot for each other," Wes quipped.

"I didn't realize us being happy was a problem, let alone an unusual occurrence, but-,"

"Cut the crap, boss. You know we know something is up."

"Nothing is up, okay, why do you think that to be friendly and happy and holiday-joyful Kurt and I need to be screwing each other - which we totally aren't by the way."

He walked off with his pile of papers, trying to get away from them before more questions were asked.

Wes gave David a look and they both sighed, knowing this would take work.

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"So, did they ask you?" Kurt caught up with Blaine at the end of the day as both of them were walking towards the dorm building to drop off their schoolbags and spend some time relaxing and drinking cinnamon tea before Warbler practice.

"They totally suspect something. I never thought they watched us so closely, it's like they can sense us being-," Blaine was silenced when the taller boy put a finger on his lips, his eyes shutting a bit:

"Someone might hear."

"So what if they do?" Blaine whispered, gently taking Kurt's hands into his own. "I want to scream it at the whole world, I want everyone to know, even Santa's elves."

"Oh, I think they know." Kurt smiled sweetly. They took a moment, looking into each other's eyes before sharing a kiss. Blaine buried his hands into Kurt's hair messing it up and Kurt moaned into the kiss in protest:

"Later, tonight, I promise."

Blaine sighed:

"Come on, we still have a couple of hours. Plus," he sent Kurt a cheeky grin, licking his lips: "This is why I married you."