Hi everyone, it's been a while since I've written fanfic and this is my first glee fanfic so I might be a little rusty. Forgive me for any grammar or spelling errors! Hope you enjoy!

Dear Santa,

I promise I've been a really good boy this year. Well, mostly, there was that one week that I stayed in my room and cried all the time and didn't listen to my daddy, but you have to understand my mommy had left me.

I guess it's better this way, after all she was sick for a really long time. Daddy says she's in heaven now with all the other angels. I'm not sure I believe him, why did God have to take away my mommy? I asked my daddy if maybe I could have her back for Christmas, after all Santa is supposed to give presents, right? Well, the best present I could ask for is my mommy. But don't worry; you don't have to bring my mommy back. Daddy already said that you couldn't, so I won't ask for that.

But maybe instead of bringing me my mommy you could still be an angel? It doesn't have to be like mommy, it can be a different kind of angel. It's just that daddy's never happy, he even forgot to buy a Christmas tree this year. I'm not mad at him though, to be honest (because daddy says lying is bad to do) I miss mommy too so I'm also sad. So maybe you can bring us an angel? This angel doesn't have to be perfect; it's okay if it's a little broken. That just means the angel will be able to fit into our family even better, like a puzzle!

I know I should maybe ask God about the angel, but he took my mommy, so I'm mad at him right now (I'm not sure if that's okay or not, I'll ask daddy later). So instead Santa, I'm asking you.

Please, please, Santa, bring me an angel that will make us happy again. I promise to love my angel forever and I won't ask for anything else ever again!

Lots of love,

Kurt H

Two weeks before Christmas 8 year old Kurt Hummel seals his letter to Santa Clause and demands the postman sends his letter to the North Pole before his dad can stop him.

Then he waits.

On Christmas Eve Kurt sits on the sofa staring out the window at the giant snowstorm going on outside. It's prettier out there than inside anyways.

After Burt Hummel became a widow about a month ago, the Hummel household had turned into a dull and dreary place. People had come and made casseroles and said they were sorry, Kurt still didn't understand what for, after all they hadn't been the reason his mommy had died, God was.

Elizabeth Hummel was gone.

She had left behind a son and husband to fend for themselves in the world.

Her tombstone said she was a loving and caring mother.

Kurt turned around and looked around the empty house. After his mommy had died, his daddy had forgotten about everything. There wasn't even a Christmas tree! How was Santa supposed to know where to keep his angel if there was no tree? But he didn't want to bother his daddy, he was always so sad now.

Kurt always used to decorate the tree with his mom, she always let him put the star on the top. And then his daddy would come home and they would laugh and take pictures and drink eggnog. Then Kurt would open his one present from his parents and then go straight to bed and wait for his presents from Santa.

But this year there would be none of that because his mommy had gone.

Hopefully Santa got his letter and would send him his angel this Christmas, and then they could be happier again.

Getting off the couch he went up the stairs and pulled out a box of ornaments from under his bed. Just because they didn't have a tree didn't mean he couldn't decorate a bit. Taking out a sparkly silver ball he started to place it on the window shade.

There, maybe now Santa would know where to keep the angel when he came, right next to him in his bedroom.

Burt Hummel was just getting back from the tire shop from a long day's work. The only downside to owning a tire shop was that he still needed to keep the place open in case of an emergency, which unfortunately was rather common in a snowstorm like this. So of course being the good boss he was he gave his workers a few days off for the holidays and promised them he would call them if he really needed it (he probably wouldn't).

On the downside this still meant that he would be late coming home to his son. Burt sighed as he got closed the front door. Ever since Elizabeth he hadn't spent as much time with his kid as he should have. He knew his son was different from the other boys, he didn't want to judge but there was a high chance his son could be gay.

Of course Lizzie never had a problem with this, didn't even blink an eye when he asked for a pair of heels for his third birthday. God, she was so much better at this parenting thing than he was, he really needed her at these times.

Especially when he knew there were those good for nothing kids out there that picked on his Kurt. Oh sure, Kurt never told him but he knew every time his son came home sad and scared that it wasn't just because of his mom but because of those bullies that messed with him just because he was different.

Sadly, Burt didn't think there was much he could do. He didn't actually know who the kids were and he didn't think their parents would appreciate him taking a flamethrower to their kids.

Yeah, he really needed his wife.

Or a miracle.

Trudging up the stairs, Burt let out another weary sigh. He couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something. Just last week John from the shop asked him if he was still getting Kurt some presents for Christmas.

Burt of course quit early that day and went straight to the store and started racking his brain for something his son would like. He always was a bit of an odd one out; Lizzie always knew what to get him, not Burt. Still, Burt was would be damned if he didn't try his best to make this Christmas a good one for Kurt. Just because Lizzie was gone didn't mean that his son wouldn't have a good Christmas.

But what was he forgetting?

Turning into his son's bedroom, Burt let out a gasp as he saw Kurt putting up an ornament on his window.

Damn it! The tree! Of course! Lizzie always got a tree for Christmas.

They kept the Friday night dinners so they had to keep this tradition too!

Re-energized Burt grabbed his kid off the bed, stuffed him a coat and shoved him in the car.

"Daddy! Where are we going now?"

"To get a tree. I'm so sorry I forgot buddy. It's just, your mom was always better at this thing than I am. But don't worry there's still time. We got, maybe 3 hours until midnight. So we can set up the tree and then it's straight to bed for you mister 'cause Santa has to come tonight!"

"But what about my one present before bed?"

"Alright, alright, you drive a tough bargain kid, but I guess you can have that too."

Taking his hand off the wheel Burt went to ruffle his son's hair which Kurt squawked at. His father let out a small chuckle and turned back to the road.

Almost two hours later the Hummel men were back on the road with a Christmas tree loaded up and driving down the road through a snow storm.

Kurt was so happy he actually let out a smile, feeling accomplished Burt happily turned on the radio and listened to the 8 year old sing along to the crackly sounds of Christmas carols floating through.

He was so happy that he got distracted from the road lost control of the car in a patch of ice and the Hummels went hurtling head first into another vehicle.

Blaine Anderson was pretty sure he hated his family.

Maybe not his brother but that was debatable considering he had yet to show his face at the Anderson household. Something about 'Blaine, I'm so sorry but we're going to be late. This snowstorm is getting worse and Emily doesn't want to leave in the middle of it. You'll be fine right?"

Yeah, sure Coop, thanks a lot. Leave me to fend for myself with the parental units and their crazy acquaintances.

Blaine Anderson was 20 years old (almost 21 thank you very much) and on winter break from Julliard and forced by his older brother to come home to Ohio.

Ohio. Even worse, his brother couldn't even show up on time so he had to deal with his parents without Cooper as a buffer.

This was going to turn into World War Three, he could feel it now.

It's not like he wanted to hate his parents, he wasn't even sure he completely did. But it was no secret that they had never seen eye to eye.

Namely his sexuality.

Yes, I'm gay, get over it! I'm still the same person I was yesterday except I like men and not boobs!

Six years after coming out and his parents still had trouble comprehending that fact.

They weren't outright homophobic. They didn't hit him, or cut him off, disown him or anything like that. But they did choose to ignore it, and continue setting him up with girls at every social gathering possible.

Like this one.

The Anderson's are a family of money. And the best way to show that is by throwing extravagant holiday parties, like this Christmas Eve party. Instead of decorating together his mother just called in professionals and had them handle it.

At these parties Blaine is not allowed to mention his sexuality and preferably not his line of work.

Like his dad always says:

"I don't care if it's Julliard Blaine, it's performing arts. Honestly how are you supposed to get a good life with something as useless as that? You should have gone into pre-law like your brother did. You need have a steady income, how else are you supposed to support your wife" – again, I'm gay – "and a family? I just don't know what to do any more."

And then there's his mother:

"Honestly I don't even know why your dad is letting you go to that awful college in the first place. It's like he's asking for you to get even gayer" – not possible mom – "at that place. Honestly what's so great about New York anyways?" – Um, how about tolerance for who he is? – " If you had to go there you should have at least gone to Columbia, they accepted you for god's sake! You could have gotten a business degree and gone into law or been a doctor, not something as silly as a stupid performer. Where's the money in that? Anyways, at the very least, you are to make an appearance at these galas, that's not too much to ask now is it? And would you at least try and make an effort with the girls Blaine? Honestly, how do you know you're gay if you've never even tried it the other way? It's high time you grew out of this phase, you're a grown man now! And don't embarrass me-"

By this point in the spiel Blaine has learned to tune his mother out. At least his father his direct, his mother likes to drag it out, like it'll make him feel guilty or something, he doesn't by the way.

Blaine swears the only sane person in this family – besides himself – is Cooper. But Blaine doesn't care about that right now because Cooper abandoned him in his time of need!

It was his idea for Blaine to come down and visit the family in the first place! The least he could do is be there! Blaine was content to spend his time in New York just like last break (and every other break), after all he was going back in time for New Years anyways, why come down at all?

But Cooper had been adamant and demanded he visit for a few days only.

And of course the jerk had to leave him, in the proximity of a slightly tipsy very handsy woman also!

Yeah, Blaine was so over these stupid social functions.

And yeah, he was pretty sure he hated his family, including Cooper.

Which brings us to now.

"Okay, I think you've had a bit too much to drink Lucy. If you'll excuse me, I actually have to find my parents for something. So why don't you sit tight over here and I'll find a friend to look after you?"

Pulling the girls hands off his body and brushing off the girl's protests, Blaine excused himself from the table they were sitting at and found someone to look after Lucy – he may have been gay but he was still raised to be a gentleman after all – on his way to find his parents.

And maybe yell at them for trying to set him up with a girl.

Again.

Finally after meandering his way through the crowded maze of a mansion Blaine found his parents happily entertaining guests in the kitchen.

Blaine cleared his throat, "Ahem, hello ladies and gentlemen, I am terribly sorry to interrupt your conversation but I have something I would like to discuss with my parents in private if you don't mind. If you like, I think they're still serving crab puffs in the parlor?"

Chuckling, and looking the slightest bit put off the guests left, one woman pinching Blaine's cheek and commenting on what a gentleman he was. Blaine merely kept his eyes on his parents.

"Blaine, son, that was rude of you. Those sere our guests," his father started.

"I said sorry," Blaine cut him off, "Besides, this is about that girl you introduced me to, Lucy?"

"Oh," his mom said, her eyes lighting up, "You mean Linda!" It was Linda? Oops, " I was hoping you too would hit it off!" turning to his father she continued, "She's Margaret's daughter, such a sweetheart. Anyways she-"

"Stop setting me up with girls!" Blaine cut off their conversation again, "Honestly, I'm gay. When are you going to understand that!"

"Blaine, that is no way to speak to your mother. She is only trying to help, you need to get out of this phase already."

"It's not a phase! When are you going to understand that this is who I am? I'm proud of it, why can't you just let me be?"

"What have we said about you talking about your issues at my parties?" his mother hissed, "Honestly, what if someone hears you? What would they think of us? Like it's something to be proud of! Quite frankly I think it's rather disgu-"

"I don't care who hears!" Blaine cut off his mother again before she finished her sentence. He knew she had a few drinks, but she didn't usually react like this, "Maybe I should just go out there and tell everyone myself!" he threatened.

"If you even think of doing such a thing you might as well leave all together. You would honestly ruin Christmas for us like that?" his mother said, her eyes blazing.

Seeing red, Blaine saw no other option and grabbed his car keys and headed out into the snow storm.

Two hours later Blaine was still driving. He had no clue where he was other then he wasn't anywhere near Westerville any more. On top of that he could barely see a thing and had blasted his music in his car to help his rage.

Two hours later, and while he had calmed down some he still didn't want to face his family or their friends just yet. So he continued down the icy road further from Westerville singing along to the music on the radio.

A few seconds later a car came out of nowhere and hit him.

Thanks everyone for reading, hope I didn't offend anyone in this chapter. Anyways, please review if you like it and I'll continue.