It was Christmas Eve at Dalton Academy, every inch of the dorm rooms had been immaculately decorated with glass ornaments, small potted Poinsettia plants in every corner, red and green banners hung low along the large corridors, fires crackled away in almost every room, and the whole place smelt pleasantly of cinnamon, and sugar cookies. Icicles hung from windowsills as if Jack Frost himself had decided to embellish the school, Kurt found the cosy rooms illuminated by candlelight amazingly romantic, like something out of a picturesque 40's Christmas card. At least the atmosphere inside Dalton Academy's walls was a lot calmer that the tremendous storm that was brutally brewing outside.

The Warblers had organised their annual carols by candlelight spectacular for the Christmas Day, and they decided on a last minute practice to go over harmonies. Burt had dropped off Kurt around lunchtime that day, so he could go to the library and check some references for a holiday assignment a teacher had bestowed upon them.

Halfway between chapters 9 and 10 of his chosen book, alone in his dorm room, and maybe the school, everyone had gone home over the Christmas break. His pocket buzzed, Kurt snapped out of his studying trance and took out his phone. He had received a message from Blaine "Hey Kurt, practice cancelled, but you were going to study before right? So if your already there, I'm on my way there to get some supplies out of my room for the Christmas break. :)x"

Kurt hastily hit reply and typed, "that sucks, but yes I'm here, studying. SAVE ME :(!". He hit the send button.

Kurt flipped his phone in his hand whilst staring intently at the sending message bar, waiting to confirm his message was sent. Kurt was bummed about practice being cancelled, but in all honesty they didn't need it, Kurt just wanted more time with Blaine. Kurt's phone vibrated in his hand, he loved that Blaine replied to his messages so quickly. Once while Blaine was with him he had explained that if he's doing something, he will wait to text people back, but Kurt always seemed to get instantaneous and eager responses.

His phone read, "I'm coming to your rescue! Be there in ten, need to make a quick stop! TRA LA LAAA!".

Kurt smiled and put his phone on the table beside him, next to a box wrapped neatly in silver paper with a silver satin bow on top, Kurt hoped Blaine would like his present, it took him ages to decide what to get, but he was optimistic.

Kurt tried to bring his focus back to his study, but his mind kept wandering, mainly to Blaine, and his reaction to Kurt's gift, and if Kurt would receive one in return, and mistletoe, and Blaine's lips….

An abrupt and forceful wind rattling the icicles on the windowsills brought Kurt back to reality.

"Ugh" He mentally kicked himself for letting his mind go there again, Blaine is just a friend.

Just a friend.

A beautiful friend, who listens, who understands, who laughs, who holds Kurt tight when he needs someone to cry on. No, they're just friends.

Again the wind outside shook the empty school, He peered through his dorm window to the blackening sky outside, snow was falling heavily in the Dalton grounds, covering everything in a romantic, fluffy duvet of white.

Kurt picked up his phone, texting Mercedes he said

"Are you guys getting all this snow in Lima? How romantic! :) xx"

"Yeah sure if you like massive blizzards that make all the roads icy and dangerous.. Stay warm! :("

Kurt peered out the window again, doubtful of his friends over reaction, Mercedes had never really appreciated the beauty of snow. All seemed calm to him, although he didn't like the look of those clouds.

Kurt left the window and sat back down at his desk. Studying.. right.

Kurt loved it here at Dalton, he really did. But the classes were a lot more challenging than he was used to, and the teachers were a little heavy handed with the homework. Despite this, with extra tutoring from Blaine, Kurt has managed to stay on top of his workload so far.

He also liked the dedication and trust the teachers had in their students, for example today, the teachers had notified the students that all the facilities would still be open, even though most had gone home for holidays with family, and the boys who boarded were all given a complimentary Christmas holiday in the Canadian snowfields (A trip, which Kurt believed, was only there to show off the schools wealth). The teachers trusted the students enough to let them roam the beautiful campus unsupervised for the most part of a day.

He flipped through his reference book and picked up where he left off.

Five minuted later, completely immersed in his studies, Kurt door was blasted open.

"TRA LA LAAAAA!"

Kurt jumped as Blaine burst into his room.

Blaine stood there, brandishing a foam sword, and, 'Oh my gosh', wearing his bright read boxer briefs on the outside of his matching deep red skinny jeans.

Kurt recovered and began to laugh, the sight of Blaine standing there like that, and his cute childlike smug expression mixed with his superhero pose, was absolutely hilarious.

"What in the world?"

Blaine smiled at himself, pleased with Kurt's reaction, and closed the door behind him. He tossed something large onto Kurt's bed, but Kurt didn't notice.

Other than the underwear Blaine looked a-mazing, if not a little cold, tight jeans hugging his perfectly toned legs and amazing ass (again Kurt mentally kicked himself in his mental shins), dark green dress shirt, covered by a Christmas themed cardigan, smoky green and red with a white trimmings, with snowflake embellishments on the pocket. Around his neck was Blaine's favourite item of clothing, his Gryffindor scarf that Kurt smiled at. His hair wasn't sleeked back as usual, Blaine had let it go, hanging wildly around his head, his snow covered curls would make a Pantiene model cry. This look was incredibly sexy, and Blaine worked it well.

"I heard there was a young maiden in distress" Blaine said with a fake gallant voice, "How can I be of assistance your beautifulness?"

He winked at Kurt, who blushed a slight shade of pink.

"Thank goodness you got here so quickly, I think my brain may explode if I force another drabble of information into it." Kurt said, closing his reference book with a sense of finality and pushing it away from him.

"No problem, anything to help a citizen in need" Blaine piped, keeping in character. He leapt over Kurt's bed, bouncing off and landing rock star-guitar-slide position in front of Kurt's chair.

Blaine burst out laughing, his eyes crinkling and shoulders shaking, Kurt joined in as he helped Blaine up off the floor. Kurt stood up from his chair and made his way over to his bed, where the forgotten bag of Blaine's lay.

Blaine snatched up the bag and proudly displayed it to Kurt. It held all of Kurt and Blaine's favourite sweets and candies and a few DVD cases. Kurt looked enquiringly at Blaine, but before he ask for an explanation his mobile rang.

Kurt looked at the ID, his phone displayed a picture of Kurt's dad, holding a 8 year old Kurt above his head in an aeroplane position. Why was Kurt's Dad calling him?

Kurt answered the phone and turned away from Blaine, who was looking at the back of Kurt's head sheepishly. He felt a little guilty, what if Kurt saw straight through his ruse, and realised exactly what Blaine had done.