"Would you look at how cute we look together?" Rachel was smiling, holding a picture of Blaine snogging her face. "Great party. Great party!"

"Oh, please" hissed Kurt, flapping his hand, "you only liked it because you were drunk. That was the most annoying party ever, seriously"

"Really? I wouldn't say so" replied Rachel, handing him more pictures taken by Mercedes the night before. "Look. Everyone seemed to be having fun"

Kurt sighed and started looking at them unwillingly. Rachel kissing Blaine, Brittany kissing Artie.. Kurt alone in the corner holding an empty glass.. Tina kissing Mike, Santana kissing Sam.. oh, Finn talking to Quinn.. Puck kissing Lauren, Rachel kissing Blaine again..

"Ok, this is really depressing" thought Kurt. "Everyone had fun but me. Even Quinn was smiling in her picture.. and she had just broken up with Sam!"

"See?" Rachel grabbed the pictures and glued them down to her diary. "My party was amazing. I should do it more often. I'd have fun even without drinking a single drop of beer.."

"Blaine surely wouldn't" said Kurt.

"What do you mean?" asked Rachel lifting an eyebrow.

"Just that he wouldn't have kissed you, if he hadn't drunk all that crap.."

"He didn't drink too much!" Rachel was offended. Was he saying that Blaine didn't like her? He certainly did. The way his tongue played with hers was enough to prove it.. but Kurt didn't know about that, of course.

"He didn't drink too much?" repeated Kurt with a laugh. "He couldn't even stand still! I had to take him to my house because he couldn't show up in front of his parents like that.."

"He.. he slept over at your place?" asked Rachel, faking indifference. Kurt nodded. Rachel hesitated, then smiled and continued: "Well, it was very thoughtful of you. Of course he couldn't go home just like that. I remember he puked on the grass more then once.." Her voice was firm, but her smile looked kind of forced, and she had let some liquid glue drip on Kurt's bored face, in the picture. She breathed on it, and when it was dry, she slammed it down on the paper.

"He felt sick during the night" recounted Kurt. "I heard him walk to the bathroom 3 times, and in the morning he slept 'till 12 o'clock.."

"I know exactly what you're trying to do" irrupted Rachel, raising a glue-stained finger and pointing at him. "You're trying to make him look like a dirty, disgusting, horrid boy that no one would ever date!"

"What?" Kurt was truly shocked.

"You've heard me" replied Rachel, her finger almost touching his shirt. "But you're wasting your time. I think he's super cute, and we make a great couple!"

Kurt sighed, as she showed him another picture of Blaine and her. This time, he was kissing her neck, and she was smiling.

"What is he, a vampire?" joked Kurt. Rachel huffed, then she grabbed another picture and handed it to him.

"Can you see the love?" she asked with a serious but dramatic voice. This time Blaine was kissing her on the lips, and his hand was running through her hair.

"It seems like he's chewing on your face" Kurt answered flatly. "Really, Rachel, I'm sick of these pictures, it's the 7th time you show them to me, let's go to the mall!"

"No way! I have to get this done now!" she replied, pointing at her diary and the glue.

"Fine, but it's going to be too late if you want to buy that scarf you wish so bad.."

"Never mind, we'll go shopping tomorrow" shrugged Rachel, gluing another photo to the paper. "We can order a pizza and watch a movie tonight"

"I see" whispered Kurt, rolling his eyes. "Your new non-boyfriend's all you need now. You're madly in love and you don't care about shopping anymore.."

"Oh, please!" laughed Rachel, "don't be so dramatic! I was just suggesting that.."

"I know, princess" irrupted Kurt, smiling. "I was kidding. I know what you meant"

"Ok, then" continued Rachel, looking at her bedside table, "pick a movie, I have some cool dvd in there.."

"Alright" sighed Kurt, with one last glance at the window. "So you really don't want to go shopping, I guess"

"No. It's cold outside, and very windy"

"Which is why you could use a new scarf.."

"Just drop it" replied Rachel with a tiny smile, "I don't feel the cold, I'm just worried the wind would mess up my hair"

"I see" repeated Kurt, shaking his head. "I guess we'll watch a movie than"

"I guess we will"

"Fine"

"Great"

"Perfect"

"Oh, come on, Kurt!" exclaimed Rachel, "why do you wanna go out so bad? Don't you like my house?"

"I do, it's lovely, it's just that we've seen all of your dvds already.."

"That's not true!"

"Oh, that's right, we still have the entire collection of 'American Dad' left to see!" said Kurt, sarcastically.

"I don't see why not" replied Rachel, dignifiedly as she could sound. "It's very funny and popular.."

"It's crappy and senseless, and I refuse to see it" Kurt spoke as if this settled the matter.

"Fine" huffed Rachel, gluing some paper made hearts on the picture of Blaine kissing her neck. "I'm not going out tonight, anyway"

"Of course not" said Kurt, pressing his left hand against his temple. "I know you do feel the cold."

Rachel gave him a huge smile and approached him to kiss his cheek, but he stepped back, exclaiming: "Watch it, princess! Your face is covered in glue!"

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and he shrugged. "What? It's true. Check yourself out."

Rachel turned around to see herself into the mirror. Her face was really dirty and sticky.

"Seriously, princess, how do you do that?" asked Kurt with a laugh, "Even a 7 years old kid would look cleaner after gluing a couple of pictures to their own diary! Oh, wait.. 7 years old kids don't keep diaries!"

"Yes, they do, that's when I first got mine!" replied Rachel, showing him her tongue.

"Really?"

"Yes, it was a Christmas present"

"Enchanting. 7 years old? Well, I always that you were retarded.." Kurt's words were interrupted by a pillow landing on his face.

"That's it, porcelain!" exclaimed Rachel, moving the pictures, the diary and the glue aside, "You officially exaggerated, so get ready to taste some gluely, sticky slap!"

And she jumped on Kurt, pressing her dirty hands to his chest and his belly.

"No! Get off! Please, get off!" yelled Kurt, but he was laughing. "Please, princess, it's Mark Jacobs' new collection!"

"Really? Oh, well, in that case.." Rachel stopped rubbing his clothes, and she slipped her hands under his shirt.

As she touched his bare chest, she felt her face blushing for no reason. "What the hell..?" she thought, tickling him more tenderly now.

On the other hand, Kurt kept laughing, but a strange feeling of comfort crossed his mind too. He didn't mind her soft hands caressing him, he almost.. enjoyed it?

"Ok, take back what you said, porcelain, or I'll use my nails!" laughed Rachel, trying to hide her embarassment.

"No way!" replied Kurt, shaking his head.

"You do as I said!" Rachel scratched his chest with both her hands. Oddly, this made her blush even more.

"Auch!" yelled Kurt, "It hurts!" and it did. But it also felt weirdly good..

"Rachel!" called one of her dads. Rachel suddenly stopped tickling Kurt, and stood up to approach the door of her bedroom.

"Yes, dad?" she asked.

"Can you get down here for a second?"

"I'm coming!" she yelled. Then she gave Kurt with an evil I'm-not-done-with-you look, and she ran downstairs.

Kurt waited for a few minutes, laying down and staring at the ceiling. He wondered why he liked the sensation of Rachel's hands pressed to his skin.

"It's probably no big deal" he told himself. "It's just a normal friend-cuddle, and I'm so amazed because I'm not used to physic contact.. well, I'm not used to it because I usually don't like it.. like hands shakes. What's the point in shaking hands when you meet someone? What if they're dirty because they spent the day gluing on their stupid diary some stupid pictures of stupid, stupid, stupid Blaine Warbler" Kurt found himself confused. He liked Blaine. A lot. He actually thought he had feeling for him.. why would he be so mean?

"Screw it. It's not about him, it's about physic contact. Ok, so I don't like hands shakes, but it's different from cuddles. Fine, I'm not used to cuddles either, but if this is what they feel like.. I think I love them!" As this last thought crossed his mind, Rachel opened the door and said: "Dad called the Pizza House, they'll be here in 15 minutes. Meanwhile, you can help me finish my collage, and then.." she showed him a dvd, smiling,"..we can watch this!"

Kurt focused hard to read the small letters of the title..: Elf.

"Elf?" he read. "The movie of the little baby who lived with Santa and his elves?"

"Yes" nodded Rachel, "how many movies with that title do you know? Anyway, dad just gave it to me, it's a Christmas present from one of my aunts. I liked it a lot when I first saw this, it was like.. 6 years ago or something"

"I've never seen it" replied Kurt, "or at least I have never seen it finish. I was at some friend's house but my dad came to pick me up and so I couldn't watch it 'till the end. But I remember it was sort of fun, and considering we're in the middle of December and it will be Christmas in a week.. it's a good idea"

"Really?" asked Rachel, excited. "Great! You know, at some point the elf sings 'Baby, it's cold outside', by Frank Loesser and Lynn Garland"

"So it really is a good idea" Kurt gave her a big smile, recalling of when she had told him she didn't want to go shopping, before.

"Yes" said Rachel, remembering the same thing. She smiled back, then she grabbed her diary and continued, "so now you'll help me with this stuff, alright?"

"Sure, but.." Kurt hesitated, "I will use the glue."