Disclaimer:

I do not own Glee, or these characters would hang out much MUCH more!

A/N:

Something has changed within me. Something is not the same.

Ever since last week's, no wait, a fortnight's ago episode (I blame my morning brain for suppressing the horrific reality that there was no Glee last week), I am shipping Kurtana in a way I have never before. So even if the show won't give me that tonight, I'll always have this story.

And anyways, IT'S GLEE TUESDAY!

PERFECT!

FUCKING PERFECT! (I haven't listened to their version yet. I want to be blown away by hearing it the first time when I see them sing it. *sighs happily, ecstatic really*)

hehe

Addie117, I don't think I even have to mention that your message this morning inspired this. And then there was this thick, gorgeous fog hanging over town last night when I left university. I had to write a story involving your awesomeness Addie117 and that fog.

Love, M

„Help. Blaine, please come over, I need you here right away, and bring Mike," Kurt almost screeched into the phone, "Oh gosh, I just almost added the more the merrier. I never say that. Especially not in such a situation. Maybe the house is possessed after all. Or just the decorations. It must be the decorations."

"Calm down Love, what is it?" Blaine tried to sound calm himself, which became more and more of an effort with his boyfriend so clearly in distress.

"If Tina is there with you, please bring her too," Kurt added.

Kurt instantly heard Tina's reply over what he assumed to be the speaker phone in Blaine's car, "Of course I am here Silly, where else would I be? You don't really think I would pass up on an opportunity for Christmas shopping."

It was a Saturday morning, a couple of weeks before Christmas Eve, and Kurt had known of his boyfriend's plans to try and find something special for their first Christmas as a couple, unwilling to follow Burt and Finn into their surrender of accepting for Kurt to write down for them what exactly to get him.

The knowledge alone that Blaine wanted to try was enough for Kurt and he knew he would cherish the present like no other, no matter what it would turn out to be. 'Well, maybe it would matter a little,' Kurt had thought.

But Blaine knew him so well, and with Tina there too, to give some hints, Kurt was not that worried at all.

Now he felt guilty for interrupting their day out, but this was an emergency.

Mike, unlike Blaine, was not thinking of this Christmas in terms of firsts. In fact, he secretly feared it might be his last Christmas with Tina as his girlfriend; with him being a senior and her a junior and all that would come with that small but significant difference.

And then there was the fact that in the last weeks the unresolved tension between Mike and his father had him had break down repeatedly, just sobbing into Tina's embrace, much more than ever before.

"She has been so fantastic, I need something extra special for Tina this year," Mike had told Blaine a couple of days ago, sounding worried.

So Blaine had given him a quick hug and suggested, "How about this Saturday. Kurt is busy, with Christmas decorations he wants to put up around his house, so I thought I go shop for my gift for Kurt. Want to come along? Tina can come too and give me some pointers and maybe you will get lucky and get some hints too."

"You are not helping with the decorations?" Mike had asked a little confused.

Blaine just instantly burst into laughter at that, knowing his boyfriend far too well to not immediately have visions of someone being strangled for trying to interfere with Kurt's design schemes for the perfect Christmas atmosphere. The someone preferably being a certain step-brother; in Blaine's favored unfolding of this scenario at least.

So when Kurt had called just now, sounding panicked, Blaine had assumed one of the more complex attempts at decorating creatively had somehow gone wrong. And since he knew how much it meant to Kurt to not mess up the last Christmas he could build up to like this for his family, before leaving to live in New York, hopefully, Blaine was now a little panicky too, trying to get to Kurt as quickly as possible. "We will be right there Love," Blaine said in the most soothing voice he could manage before hanging up and turning the car around.

Sure enough a short while later Blaine pulled into the street the Hummels lived on.

It was so early, a slight darkness was still hanging in the fog-like cloud that over the night had settled itself comfortably in the streets of Lima, and Blaine cloud not help but feel "…, like we are trapped in the labyrinth of the streets of London in one of those great Victorian novels," he suddenly heard Santana speak his thoughts.

"Yeah," Tina replied, looking far happier about it than Blaine could manage to feel, at least for as long as he still had to drive in this heavy soup.

As they finally pulled up in front of the house Blaine thought everything looked quiet and peaceful, '…like you'd expect so early on a Saturday morning.'

The fog was so thick this day that they only already walking up to the house saw Kurt standing on the front porch holding several pairs of…"Santana? What are you doing here?" Kurt asked clearly surprised.

"Tina asked me to come along to cheer me up," Santana answered throwing a warm smile the other girl's way, "but even before that I had overheard Blaine and Mike talking about it in the halls and asked if I could come along."

"Why?" Kurt for some reason would not let go of the matter, Blaine blamed Kurt's in general worked up state for the lack of empathy in this brief moment.

Blaine moved to interfere, seeing the pained looked forming on Santana's face all too clear. After years of performing Blaine knew how to pull focus, not just on stage.

So Blaine took a step closer to his boyfriend, placed a soft kiss on his lips and asked, "So why are we here? You sounded more than a little panicked on the phone. Afraid I buy you something horrendously hideous as a present, if you leave me without supervision?" Blaine added the question with a playful smirk, in an attempt to relax Kurt a little more, who looked far too tense.

Mike, who had spotted what Kurt was holding interrupted before Kurt had even so much as the chance to answer, "Sunglasses? Kurt, what are you doing with those today? I mean the weather is not exactly…sunny."

Mike was not the only one now staring at the four pairs of darkened glasses resting in Kurt's hands.

"Wait just a second, I will get another pair for Santana," Kurt said.

But before he could leave her right hand was on his left forearm, and her other hand diving swiftly into the bag hanging from her shoulder. "No need," she said smiling somewhat triumphantly about such a small thing in a way '…definitly only Santana can,' Kurt thought, followed by a smirk from the girl clearly asking, 'So am I getting my prize for being so awesome right now or later?', as she slipped her own pair of sunglasses onto her nose.

"Okay, then…" Kurt said distributing the other glasses among his friends, before allowing his hand to run gently over Santana's left shoulder, offering her a warm smile, "You know they would call me insane if I just produced a pair of sunglasses in late November."

Santana answered with a smirk that looked surprisingly affectionate and warm, "You know they would never dare try that with me."

The laughter spread among the group for a moment and as it subsided Kurt, after everyone had put on their glasses looked into the round and asked, "Ready?"

Before he took even so much as a single step in the direction of the switch he needed to flip he felt Blaine tense next to him and stopped.

"Kurt," Blaine said reaching out for his boyfriend's hand and missing it a couple of times before he felt the soothing familiarity of the soft skin, "You know how I hate the dark. With those sunglasses on in this light, I feel like I just went blind."

"Oh, Love, I am sorry, I hadn't thought of it," Kurt replied softly, pulling Blaine deep into his arms.

"Changs! Quit making out, I can hear you moaning Mike. Not the most attractive sound," Santana said. Then added, "Is that like a vampire thing Tina? As soon as darkness falls you go into mating mode and can't keep your hands and lips of each other?"

Tina pulled out of the in reality much more chaste kiss than Santana had implied, "Oh Tana, don't start this up again. Please? Figgins still looks at me like I had his children for breakfast whenever I pass him in the halls."

Santana's snarky retort was drowned in Mike's and Blaine's gasps and Tina's very poignant "Shit!" as with one flick of a switch all traces of the morning's twilight were gone.

As Kurt rejoined his friends on the lawn he could no longer hold it in.

"And this is what happens when you allow Finn to put up and I quote 'Some Lights'."

Still thinking about Figgins' theories on Tina, Santana was the last to turn to take in the full sight and maybe because she had seen the others' frozen expressions before, she was the one to burst into almost hysterical laughter first.

After everyone had had a good hard look Kurt went back in and switched the lights off again.

As he returned he was greeted with faces now looking even more astonished, expressions no longer half obscured by sunglasses.

"It looks like Santa Claus threw up on it," Santana remarked.

"Exactly what Finn was going for I'm sure," Blaine added.

And for a moment there Kurt tried hard to decide who to throw a bitch glare to first, but as soon as he saw the brightest of smiles on both their faces, and the two smirking at each other as their gazes met, all thoughts of that kind evaporated.

"I am sure that people can see those Christmas lights from space. Astronauts all around space must be going crazy, like 'What the heck is that?' Maybe I should call NASA and tell them about this amazing finding here. If they make me an honorary member my dad might let me be for once," Mike began to sound increasingly bitter saying this.

Kurt offered him a sympathetic half-smile, as Mike looked his way, from over Blaine's shoulder, who had pulled his friend in for a hug, instantly.

Mike moved to rest his forehead on Blaine's shoulder for a moment, taking a deep breath.

Blaine knew better than to say anything. There were things words, no matter how kind, could not make anyone feel better about. Blaine knew this first hand, much better than he wished he did.

Santana moved to take Tina's hand and squeezed it affectionately as the two girls exchanged a soft smile.

When Tina locked eyes with Kurt he saw a sadness in them he knew all too well from catching a glimpse of his own expression while at the phone, once again, with Blaine after Blaine had gotten into another argument with his dad, and was half sobbing on the other end of the line. Kurt unable to do anything but listen.

Eyes flickering briefly back onto Mike's and Blaine's still hugging form Kurt saw Tina do the same as he looked back to her, and when their eyes met again both their expressions had softened. Relief visible that, at least for this one year, their boyfriends had each other in all of it.

"So what are we going to do about those lights then?" Santana asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes already.

"What are you thinking Tana?" Kurt asked, loving the infectious way in which her wicked grin grew wider and wider by the second.