It was a few days before Christmas, and Kurt and Rachel were standing in line for security at the airport to fly home to Lima, Ohio. They had a big secret to tell their families. Rachel laid her head on Kurt's shoulder.

"What do you think they're all going to say?"

"I'm predicting fainting."

Rachel laughed, covering her mouth. She nudged Kurt in the ribs.

"I think my Dads will approve. They have always loved you."

"I'm not so sure they're going to love this new me. Sure they loved me back when I was just your best friend. Now…"

"We'll see," said Rachel mysteriously. She yawned, trying to hide it behind her hand.

"I can't believe we're at the airport at three in the morning Kurt. And there are people."

"Best time to fly," he said sarcastically. "We'll get home just in time for breakfast. I can smell Carole cooking Finn's fifteen pieces of bacon now."

Rachel wrinkled her nose at the thought. Both bacon and Finn.

"How are we going to tell him?"

"I bought body armor."

"…You're kidding right?"

"Finn's been in even more training since boot camp. I'm not taking chances."

"So that's why your luggage was so heavy. Kurt, we're only going to be there for a week."

"Do you know how many outfits I went through just to find something suitable to wear when we tell your Dads? To tell my family? Finn? If I'm going to die, I want to be dressed well."

"Kurt…"

"Yes, I know I'm over reacting."

Rachel smirked. "Too much time in acting class."

"Or having a Rachel Berry trademark drama attack."

"Hey, wait a minute...!"

Kurt held her chin with his thumb and kissed her softly. Her lips tasted like lip gloss and cream cheese from their quickly grabbed bagels and coffee. They were soft, warm to his own. Rachel moaned into the kiss before pulling away.

"Kurt, there are people staring."

He sighed and rested his hands on Rachel's shoulders.

"Let them stare. Not like they don't do it at any other time."

Rachel silently agreed. "I can't wait to do that in Times Square on New Year's Eve." She took Kurt's hand.

"You'd better do it quickly," said Kurt with a faint smile. "Brittany's already threatening to steal you from me."

"Kissing Brittany… Although now I'm more intrigued that Santana might kiss you."

"… Delete that thought right now Rachel. I am not kissing Santana Lopez."

"What about that cute boy I met in the bathroom my freshman year?"

"The one who came out of the shower in just a towel? Brody?"

"Yes."

Kurt considered this. "Now him, that would be a lovely kiss."

Rachel laughed.

"I'm telling him that."

"Jealous?"

"A little," she admitted. "But it is nice to be able to boy watch together."

"Hmm," Kurt agreed. "The perks of being bisexual I suppose."

"Maybe I should start looking at girls."

"… Don't let Brittany hear you say that. I think she's wanted to tap that for years."

Rachel's eyes went wide and she tried to stutter out a reply. Kurt scoffed. "You are so naive sometimes. You're really pretty Rachel. Of course people would want to sleep with you. Because damn, that ass? Even my boss was checking you out, and she's a married woman of twelve years and two kids."

"… They were looking at my ass at Vogue?"

Kurt kissed the top of Rachel's head as she fathomed that thought.

"Maybe it's fate," chuckled the girl finally. "Because the boys in my classes all want your phone number when you come to pick me up for dinner. Something about a living Adonis."

It was Kurt's turn to stutter. Rachel smirked.

"You are quite the handsome Princess." She kissed his cheek. Kurt glared at the brown haired girl.

"Alright, stop it Puckerman."

Rachel giggled. "We are the weirdest couple aren't we?"

The line finally moved, and they were able to breeze through security, holding hands as they boarded the plane, not saying anything. Kurt smiled at Rachel as they finally got to sit down. He leaned to his right and laid his head on her shoulder.

"We are," he admitted. "Feels right though. You are the other half of me."

It had taken two years for them to realize that. Kurt worked at Vogue's website sure, but his heart lie in the acting classes at Tisch. He was always so tired, but loving every minute of his life. Rachel herself had caught a big break and was recording voice-overs for commercials on TV and radio. It was good work that helped pay the rent while they both studied.

It had been after a particularly long and tedious day that ended with Kurt not getting home till two a.m. that they had sought comfort from one another, collapsed on the couch. In the quietness where not even their neighbors' television blaring loudly could move them, they found each other.

"I admit, I am not looking forward to this. Can we just skip it?"

"Kurt."

"One step at a time, I know. I'm taking your self-help books away from you."

Rachel was glad to see that they were not getting a third in their row. Now they both could stretch out once the seat belt sign was off. She kissed Kurt's hand and smiled.

"But I'm happy it's you."

Kurt sighed. "Whatever am I going to do with you?"

She giggled. "I can think of a few things."

Kurt looked scandalized. "On the plane?"

"Or you can just send me to Broadway."

Kurt gave her a half-smile. "We can both go… after Christmas."

"After Christmas," she agreed.