A/N: This is a muti-chapter Anderberry, Klaine, Finchel, and Niff fic. Takes place after the Season 3 Christmas episode.

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own glee, or any of the characters. If I did, I would be the happiest girl alive! I also don't own Teenage Dream, by Katy Perry.

Thanks for reading! Enjoy New Years Eve, New Directions style.

New Directions New Years Eve

"Hey there!" Kurt smiles, bounding up to my locker.

I kiss his cheek, "Hey Kurtie."

He giggles, loving his new nickname, and taking my hand, "So, did you hear the latest peice glee gossip? Your sister is throwing a party!"

I stop short, "What?"

"Crap, I guess you haven't heard yet." My taller boyfriend proclaimed sounded guilty.

"Kurt, Rachel KNOWS that dad and papa would kill us! Why does she always feel the need to throw a party whenever they leave us alone! They trust her, she is the oldest, yet I'm always the one cleaning up her mess. Plus, we still have Timmy and Barbra to look after!" I sigh angrily, "Where is she?"

"Blaine! Honey, relax! Rachel just wanted to throw a New Years Eve party for New Directions," He hugs me, "And I even made sure that Puckerman wouldn't bring any alcohol. We don't need a repeat of last time. Plus, Tina and Mike agreed to watch Timmy and Barbie, so we could enjoy ourselves."

I smile, wondering how I could ever be so lucky to have such an amazing guy to call mine, "Fine, but only for you!"

Kurt and I walk out to my SUV, driving to my house to babysit my little siblings before Rachel and Finn came, and we could go on out double date with Nick and Jeff. I couldn't wait, since I haven't seen my Dalton buddies since I transferred to McKinley, so I really hoped they hurried.

"Timmy? Barbie?" I call as I open the door.

"Blainey! You're home! You're home! Blainey! You're home! The babysitter fell asleep though…" Timmy said, pointing to the older woman on the couch, "And you brought Kurth!"

"Tim, it's Kurt, you know that!" Kurt said, picking the 4 year old up, playing with his straight, dark hair.

I pay the babysitter before looking for Barbara, "Where's your sister Timmy?"

He pouted, "I dunno, probably in Rachel's room listening to her moosic."

I laugh, running up the stairs. As I enter the pinkness that is my older sister's room, I hear my favorite 8 year old singing softly.

You make me

Feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on

I can't sleep so run away

And don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

I smile, calling Kurt to come up quietly. Once he is next to me, he realizes what she's singing.

"Our song!" He breathes, taking my hand.

Once Barbie finishes, I knock softly, "I see you found my iPod!"

She blushes, "Sorry, but Rachel's songs are SO boring!"

"Those are classics young lady!" Kurt interrupts.

I laugh, the fight between pop and classic music frequent between the two of us.

Timmy runs in and tackles his older sister, "Hey! Hey Kurth! Can we make cupy cakes?"

Kurt glances toward me, "Can we Blainers?"

"Of course! As long as they're chocolate!"

This sends the kids cheering, grabbing Kurt's hands, and pulling him into the kitchen.

I follow slowly, hoping Kurt can control the craziness of my little siblings. Rachel would kill him if he left the kitchen a mess.

An hour later, the four of us are sitting around the TV watching The Little Mermaid with the freshly baked cupcakes in our hands.

"Hey Blaine," Kurt whispers in my ear, "When are Finn and Rachel getting here? Jeff and Nick are probably waiting to be picked up…"

"Shit, we have to leave in 10 minutes!" I look at my phone, there were no texts, "I'll call my sister, you call your brother!"

A/N: The song is Teenage Dream, by Katy Perry. I hope you liked it, and as always reviews are great, makes me know someone's reading! Next chapter should be up maybe later tonight. Thanks!