AN: Christmas! I was bored out of my mind, so I started to write this. If it is liked and you guys enjoy it, I might continue it. I have a general idea of what I want to happen, but I take suggestions too!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, I don't have Ryan Murphy's mind. And even though I don't own Blaine either, I do own a self made Dalton Blazer.

Spoilers: It sort of starts on A Very Glee Christmas, but it's a rather different version, so I'm not sure. I am using some of the ideas of that episode, but with a different take. But just to be sure? Spoilers up to AVGC.

Home for Christmas

Complexly Simple Kiddo

Boarding at Dalton was great for his economy, without having to drive back every day, but it was a pain for his image. He had to divide his wardrobe into similar parts, according to style, weather, color, and brands, and it wasn't easy, considering Kurt didn't have two pieces that remotely resembled each other. He was standing in his room at Dalton, looking critically at his closet, both hands on either side of the opening, and frowning. He tried hard to remember what he had left behind, and what he was going to need for the whole break that couldn't be left behind.

So deep he was in thought that he was startled by a polite knock on his door, and he just stared at the wooden barrier as if willing it to open with only his mind.

"It's open" He finally said, dragging his eyes back to the hanging clothes, and biting his lip.

"If you're planning to get back in there, don't. It's rather nice out here" The newcomer joked, and Kurt turned to snort at Blaine, but unable to keep the smile from curving his lips.

"The only reason I would get back into a closet is because I'm trying to find Narnia. No, I'm considering my wardrobe options for the winter break" Blaine went to see over Kurt's shoulder, and examined the wardrobe with critical eye.

"How much did you left behind?" He asked, amazed at the sheer amount of clothes inside.

"About the same" Kurt said, and finally took a warm coat out, and a scarf. He was pretty sure that he didn't have anything warmer at home, and he simply could not sleep without knowing that his blue and white scarf was at reach. He folded them neatly and put them into his bags, grabbing Pavarotti's cage, and Blaine took his bag to help him go downstairs.

"Where's your luggage?" Asked Kurt confused, once they reached the bottom floor. The huge entrance doors where wide open, and the hall was full of students getting ready to leave school for a week, saying goodbyes and planning visits and outings.

Blaine shrugged and smiled, but it lacked the usual radiance that Kurt had learnt to love.

"My mum called yesterday, their plane was delayed because of a snowstorm, and they closed the airport. It doesn't look like they'll make it even for new years."

Kurt kept in check his thoughts of what he thought of Blaine's parents, and asked instead.

"So, what? You're planning on staying at Dalton?" Blaine shrugged again, in that classy, nonchalant way of his, and attempted a smile again, with the same lack of success than before.

"A lot of kids do it, and it's not like I have another option. I really don't feel like going back to an empty house"

"Come over" Blurted Kurt, without realizing what he did until it was said out loud. He mentally cursed at his almost too eager tone, but kept his face form showing the slight panic. "I mean, if you want to."

"I…" Kurt cursed again. Blaine was looking uncomfortable; he was probably trying to figure out a way to say no to Kurt. Of course he wouldn't want to go to Lima for so many days, he was used to another kind of life altogether, and little rural Lima has little to offer that could interest him.

"Forget it, don't worry about it!" Kurt said, taking his Ipod out of his bag to give him something to do.

"No, Kurt, that's not it" Said Blaine, and Kurt looked up to see a smile, real this time, on the boy's face. He seemed to have figured out what his silence had made Kurt think "I would actually love to go, but is that really ok? I mean, your family is not expecting visits, and it feels kind of… impolite to just show up"

"Oh" Kurt said, sounding incredibly stupid in his own mind. "Oh, no, don't worry about that. I'll text my dad, and I'm making dinner so I'll just add more ingredients for Christmas dinner, you don't have to worry about that either, and Carole would love to meet you, I don't know about Finn but he'll probably be visiting Rachel most of the time and oh my god I'm rambling." He stopped, trying to regain his cool and composed self, and then said, slower this time "What I mean to say is, don't worry, they'll love to have you"

"Well, if you're sure…" He said, giving Kurt a last doubtful look, but Kurt simply stared at him with what only could be describe as a 'bitch please' face. "Then I'll go get my things. I'll try to make it fast"

"Don't worry, we have time" Kurt said in an almost sing song voice, and he quickly tried to tone down the stupid smile that was his face was surely sporting. If he kept acting like such an idiot, Blaine was going to get freaked out, just like Finn had, gay or not.

Instead, the boy offered Kurt the brightest smile of the day so far, and run upstairs in a very out of character way, almost like he had forgotten to be classy because of the excitement. Kurt thought it was awfully… endearing.

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"Any Christmas traditions that I should know of?" Asked Blaine, and Kurt simply had to roll his eyes in half annoyance. The boy had spent the whole trip asking Kurt questions that were surely made in order for Blaine to find out how he was supposed to act. Kurt couldn't blame him, Blaine had been raised in a very stuck up world, where being proper and polite and almost chivalrous was demanded. He had yet to see him out of his gelled hair, or wear something casual, or act slightly childish. Except for that memorable run through the hallways of Dalton back when he went to spy, where he had seen Blaine as his most natural, it seemed.

"Blaine, seriously, if you ask me one more question…" Kurt threatened.

"I just… don't know how I'm supposed to act" He finally confessed, which gave Kurt the option to actually discuss the topic. He didn't want to discuss anything that had to do with Blaine's uprising, unless the boy gave him green light.

"Well, let's see. How about you act like yourself?" Kurt said, with more bite than he intended. He put on the turn light and gave a sharp twist of the wheel, getting out of the freeway. "You don't need to impress anyone; you don't need to be overly polite, and you certainly do not need to dress like you're on a constant gala. Although that is no reason to give up on fashion" He added, with certain urgency in his tone that made Blaine laugh silently. "But you know, my dad is cool with people being who they are, he doesn't really go by expectations or prejudice, as long as people respect each other. I mean, he likes Finn a lot, and he likes me, and we're as opposite as you can get. Yet last year he refused to let Finn live with us because he caught him calling…" Kurt slowed down on what he was saying, but decided to complete the story anyway. He might as well warn Blaine that, although his step-brother was all cool now with Kurt's sexuality, he was awkward when dealing with direct topics. "…calling me names"

"What?" Blaine asked, surprised. Kurt had told him a few things about his step brother, and he knew he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, but this was something he had never heard.

"Yeah, long story. He's cool with it now, it's just… It was hard for him to adapt. He's ok now, so don't worry, but he'll get terribly uncomfortable with direct topics revolving around it. It's almost fun, actually. I keep dropping comments like that into conversation, and the sheer look of panic of not knowing what to say, is priceless" Kurt said in a lighter, slightly mean tone, and Blaine laughed silently again.

"You're terribly evil, Mr Hummel"

"Oh, I try" He laughed, and finally put the car to a stop in front of a modest but welcoming house.

"Is it completely wrong of me to admit I'm nervous?" Blaine said, and Kurt turned to face him.

"Don't be. You have no one to impress. If I'm taking you home, that's the only guaranty my family needs. Besides, it's not like you're…"

My boyfriend. Kurt paused, and opened the door as if the sentence was really meant to be left there.

"Look sharp, Anderson, and don't try to hard" He joked, easing up the sudden tension he felt.

Blaine got the bags for him, once again, and Kurt grabbed Pavarotti's cage, explaining the little bird that this was where he lived.

The door opened before he could even ring the bell, and a small cannonball of brunette hair zoomed out of the door to crash into Kurt, giving him the hug of the millennia.

"Rachel, I have a very distraught bird with me, and I think his chirp means 'you'll eventually pay for spilling my water', and trust me, Pavarotti is very good with payback"

"Oh, Kurt! I missed you SO much!" The girl said, finally giving the countertenor some space. She looked to Blaine, and the three hundred watt smile she had dropped to forty, because of the confusion.

"Blaine Anderson, Kurt's friend" The boy offered, reaching out his hand to shake. The girl had a firm grip, Blaine couldn't help but approve.

"Rachel Berry, and although I am still holding a certain rivalry because of our common goal at regionals, I want to make it clear that you're most welcome." She said, in a brisk and down to business kind of voice. Blaine just flashed her a smile, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"It is my house, Rachel. You don't have to welcome anyone. Where's everybody?"

As if on cue, Burt came out of the house, about to ask why was the door wide open, when he caught sight of his son. He walked towards them and caught Kurt into a bear hug, while the boy kept muttering warningly 'The bird! The bird!'

"You must be Blaine, right?" Said Burt, offering a hand to the boy, who shook it in the most polite way, making Kurt want to roll his eyes.

"Yes, sir. I heard a lot of you from your son. I hope me being here in such short notice is not of inconvenience to your family"

Burt seemed half blown by the fact of having a teenage boy speak in such way. While Kurt was wordier than the average teen, he was still somewhat childish sometimes, and Finn got confused with words that had more than six letters to them. He was not used to kids speaking so properly. It made him proud of Kurt for having such friends, and it was also slightly unnerving.

"Call me Burt, and it's not a problem to have you at all. We're used to having random members of the glee club crash at home at unexpected times. And you know what they say, the more, the merrier." He patted Blaine on the shoulder, and ushered them all inside, giving Kurt a small questioning gaze, which Kurt had trouble identifying. It could be his dad asking if Blaine was more than a friend, or it could be if Blaine was really of his age, considering the way he acted. He resolved his answer by a shrug and a silent promise to explain whatever it was later.

"Is Kurt home?" Asked Finn, coming out of their shortly-lived shared room, and Kurt had a moment to dread the state he would find his precious space after leaving it completely unmonitored to the disaster that was one Finn Hudson, before being absorbed by yet another hug, from the same person. Pavarotti was now fully angered, he was sure. Blaine seemed to understand Kurt's panic face, and took the cage out of his hands, trying to placate the distraught bird.

"Dude! It's been, like, ages!"

"For the last time, Finn, don't call me dude!" He said, upset, but returning the hug nonetheless, albeit a bit awkwardly because of the height difference. His brother was simply too damn tall.

"Yeah, man, I keep forgetting you hate being called like…that. Hey" He said, noticing Blaine for the first time, and confusion flashed across his face and then he seemed to remember. "Oh! You're the 'hey soul sister' dude!"

"He is the lead singer of the Warblers, yes" Kurt put Finn's sentence into proper words, and Blaine offered, once again, his hand.

"Blaine Anderson"

"Finn Hudson, but you probably know that already!" He said, excited, and shaking his hand repeatedly. "Do you play Halo?"

"No, actually" Blaine said, apologetic tone, and Finn was sporting a face equivalent of a puppy being kicked, so Blaine offered "I play a mean World Of Warcraft, though"

"Awesome!" Said Finn, smiling with his usual dorky smile, and Kurt just rolled his eyes and left the two boys to fraternize over games, to find Carole. He asked Rachel in a very serious tone.

"Is he high? Did someone inject him caffeine?"

"I think he's just overly excited. It happens to be that Christmas is his favorite holiday"

"Hn. Interesting" Kurt said, in a nonchalant tone and attitude that was lost when he finally found the woman. "Carole!" He said, making a light run to hug her.

"Oh, honey! I've missed you so much!"

"You are looking wonderful!" Kurt said, separating from the hug to look the woman up and down with a huge smile and proud eyes.

"I learnt form the very best!"

"Well, yes you did, actually" Kurt answered, giving her a wink and a laugh.

"Kurt, are you still up for preparing the dinner? We can still order something if you're too tired" Asked his father, sitting down in one of the couches.

"Over my dead body" He said, in a deadpan voice, and checked up his clock. "I'll settle up, change my clothes, and then I'll go get whatever I need. Should be no problem" He said, suddenly as excited as his step brother, clapping his hands once.

"I want pie!" Shouted Finn from the hall, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Fine! As long as you give me back my friend. I need to show him where to drop his bags"

Blaine appeared a few seconds later, still holding Pavarotti.

"He sulked, but I think he'll live. He said you had to promise you would let me play WoW later with him, though. I think he's bargaining." Blaine said, extremely amused.

"Get your own friends, Finn!" Kurt shouted, taking Pavarotti out of Blaine's hands and heading downstairs, indicating Blaine to follow him. When Finn shouted back, though, he stopped suddenly by the stairs, almost making Blaine collide with his back.

"I did, they're coming over later tonight, and they're your friends too, so you are not allowed to disappear. They make me promise!"

"Oh, jolly!" Said Kurt in a monotone voice "We're having a Glee Christmas"

Despite the sarcasm, he was actually looking forward to it.

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"So, what are your friends like? Except Mercedes, I already know her"

"Stop, right there" Accused Kurt, pointing warningly at Blaine with a carrot, trying to look threatening holding a vegetable as a weapon "I won't let you analyze this, Blaine! It doesn't matter what they are like, you will act like you are, whatever that is"

"I was just curious! I swear!" Argued Blaine, both hands in the air, offering a cease fire. Kurt put the last vegetables in the cart and strolled down the aisle, throwing a doubtful look at Blaine.

"Fine. They're… Quite weird, actually" Kurt summarized, surprising himself because he had never actually thought how to describe his glee club "I mean, everyone's on a completely different clique at school, and yet, somehow, we work. You take the music away, though, and we hate each other, really."

"I'm… sure they're quite a group."

"Oh, they are. Fair warning, though, most of them suffer from a complete lack of tact"

"I'll have it in mind"

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"So, what are the actual plans for tonight, Finn?"

Kurt was already busy in the kitchen with dinner preparations, and Finn was sitting on a stool, pretending to help but actually just trying to steal pieces of food. He was currently munching on a piece of cheese flavored…something. He didn't care for the name, as long as it tasted good. And if Kurt made it, it tasted more that good. Except the food made for his Dad. That one tasted a bit bland.

"Well, we were planning on gaming, trying to stay awake all night, and maybe exchange gifts as soon as morning comes"

"Sounds good. I'll have movies at hand for the ones who don't want to play. Wait…" He said, suddenly realizing something, and he turned around, spatula in hand, and staring at his brother worriedly. Blaine, who had been sitting next to Finn and watching the whole exchange in silence, frowned at the worried face of Kurt. " If we do that, there's no way we can keep the secret from Britt"

Finn understood immediately what the problem was, and cursed. Blaine, however, just frowned deeper and stared at Kurt, questioningly. The countertenor grabbed the bowl with the cream he was mixing and went to sit on a stool too, facing his friend.

"There's this girl in glee, she's a cheerleader, she still thinks Santa is real"

"What?" Exclaimed Blaine, with an incredulous expression and then continued "He is not?"

Both Kurt and Finn froze, for a brief moment, they thought they had another believer in their ranks, but Blaine smirked and they realized it was just a very good acting.

"Seriously, though, what? How is it possible that she still believes that?"

"Britt is extremely innocent, which is ironic considering she dated every single guy in school" Commented Finn, confused at his attempt to analyze Britt's personality.

"Almost every guy" Corrected Blaine, offering a wink to Kurt, who suddenly looked elsewhere, extremely embarrassed. Finn noticed the exchange and his grin grew so wide it was going to split his face.

"Nope, EVERY guy, including my step brother"

"Trust me, Blaine, you do not want to know" Said Kurt hurriedly, still managing a haughty tone.

"I beg to differ. I actually think I do want to know" Answered the boy, enjoying every second of it.

"Finn was stealing my Dad" Explained Kurt, with a hurt 'hey!' form Finn, which was ignored "So I tried to be straight for Dad. Not only it was extremely absurd, it also failed to work. Now I have a step-brother."

"You make it sound like it's something bad" Complained Finn, crossing his arms and sulking.

"Of course not, I absolutely adore every aspect of our shared life, especially sharing the closet space. Such joy" It was said in such a dry, sarcasm dripping tone, that Blaine had no choice but to hide his smile discreetly under his hand. "But, going back to the important topic. What are we going to do with Britt? We can't just exchange presents, we have to make it look like it's real"

Finn suddenly smiled, and Kurt couldn't help but feel like that smile couldn't be anything good.

"Dude, I have an awesome idea!"

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AN: So? Like? Hate? Please review and let me know if I should continue it. I apologize for any mistakes, not only I have no Beta, but English isn't my first language, so I might make a few mistakes, but I try hard! –Pouts-. Point them out to me if you feel like it! And I hope you enjoyed!