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Family Moments

Blaine spent hours trying to get dressed, continually plagued with the question: To gel or not to gel? Finally, he did the last thing he could think of.

"Kurt, I don't know what to wear and if I wear the wrong thing I know it's gonna set off the entire evening I mean what if your dad thinks I'm weird and what if Carole doesn't like-" He blurted.

"Blaine, Blaine," Kurt soothed. "Relax, it's not as bad as you think. Okay: No bowties, wear socks, full-length pants, long-sleeves or a sweater and don't hide those curls today. Does that help?" Blaine sighed, smiling a little.

"Thank you, baby," he sighed.

"No problem. I'll see you soon, love."

"Okay, love you."

"Love you too. And Blaine? Calm down," He assured. Blaine sighed, chuckling softly.

"I'll try."


"Come in!" Kurt yelled when the doorbell rang, heart fluttering a little. The Kitchen Aide in front of him whirred and grinded as it mixed the potatoes, the oven ablaze, inside and out.

"Kurt?" Blaine said, peeking around the corner.

"Yeah, I'm right here, honey."

Blaine smiled, looking at his beautiful boyfriend. He stood at the counter, wearing jeans for a change, a white sweater that hung low on his neck. He swallowed hard, understanding that Kurt was only wearing two layers right now.

God, I need help.

"Uh, I, um, I brought a pie," he said, holding up the dish in his hands. Kurt grinned.

"You didn't have to that," he said, smile warm.

"Chocolate pie is my specialty," he grinned. "It's also the only thing I know how to make." Kurt giggled while he blushed.

"Set it on the counter next to the others," he said gently.

"This is new," he said, coming up behind him and running his fingers over the soft material of his shirt. Kurt smiled, stifling shivers.

"Bought it and my Christmas sweater last weekend," he said proudly. Blaine smiled, gently kissing his neck.

"Everything smells great," he remarked. Kurt grinned.

"I'd hope so. I haven't left this kitchen for two days," he chuckled. "Dad and Grandmamma are in the living room watching the game. Finn should be here with Noah and Rachel soon so go steal a spot on the couch for us."

"Okay," another kiss. Kurt blushed, trying not to giggle. "Go on. And don't worry, Grandmamma's bark is worse than her bite. She's just looking out for me, I promise."

Blaine nodded, swallowing hard. He got through Burt just fine, this should be a cakewalk, right?

He stepped into the living room, incredibly nervous, wringing his hands.

Burt sat in his usual chair, with Carole in a recliner moved in from the family room to his left beside the couch.

"Hi Blaine," she said, waving. He smiled and waved back. Burt remained still, watching the game intently.

A refined looking woman sat at the end of the couch in an expensive suit, a brooch shaped like a butterfly on her chest, legs crossed. She looked up at him, smile growing as she took him all in. She stood, holding out her hand.

"You must be Blaine," she said. He nodded. "Oh, Kurt has told me so much about you," she looked him up and down. "And he did not lie, you are a handsome one." Blaine blushed. "Dianne Rockwell."

"Blaine Anderson. It's wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Rockwell, Kurt talks about you all the time," he smiled.

"Oh, and polite, too," she gushed. "Leave it to my baby Kurt to nab the most dapper and polite boy in Ohio. And so smartly dressed, too," she gestured to his ensemble. She sat down, holding out her hand as a gesture for him to do the same. "So, Blaine, where did you meet Kurt?"

She continued to quiz him for a better part of the second half of the Lions game, talking over Burt as he rejoiced in the Packers victory.

"Alright, Dianne," Carole said, standing. "Let's go get Kurt out of that damn kitchen. Poor thing hasn't relaxed in a week."

"Of course," she said, following her. She patted Blaine's shoulder as she passed. "We'll talk more later, darling."

Blaine smiled, sighing with relief when she disappeared to the kitchen.

"Don't worry," Burt assured, speaking to him for the first time since he got here. "She likes you."

"Are you sure?" Blaine ventured. He knew how important Kurt's grandmother was to him and he wanted so desperately for her to like him.

"Oh yeah. Trust me; she hated me when Kurt's mom brought me home the first time. She adores you," he chortled. Blaine leaned back, relaxing.

"Thank God."

Kurt was rushing around the kitchen, flustered and exasperated, most likely from doing all this work on top of lack of sleep. Carole and Dianne exchanged a glance, smiling softly.

"Kurt," Carole said, taking over the mixer while Kurt juggled items going in and out of the oven. "Honey, let us take over."

"I've got it," he assured, nearly dropping a tray of rolls, which Dianne caught easily.

"Yes, darling, you're right as rain," she scoffed, setting it down. She took the apron from him kissing his cheek. "It's alright, dear."

"Yeah, Kurt. Go sit with Blaine and watch the game. We'll take it from here, we can keep the food warm," she assured.

Kurt sighed, defeated. "Alright, alright. I'll go." He started to walk past his grandmother, who touched his arm to stop him. She said very quietly,

"Don't let that boy in there go, Kurt. You'll never find a sweetheart like him anywhere else," she said, dropping him a wink. He smiled, blushing softly, peeking in at him.

"I know."

He stepped out into the living room, plopping down beside Blaine on the couch.

Blaine grinned as his boyfriend curled against him, resting his head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around him. "Hostile takeover?" He chortled. Kurt smiled, eyes closed.

"If this is what surrender feels like then I'll do it every time," he mumbled. Blaine squeezed him tighter, cuddling him close, cheek resting on his head. This was amazing, sitting with him like this, and to think, this time last year he was sitting in his house, all alone, crying.


"Aw, couch hogs!" Finn grumped, plopping onto the floor while Rachel squeezed into the small spot available on the rest of the sofa. Puck laughed from his spot in the rocking chair.

"Ya snooze, ya lose, man," he giggled.

"Sh!" Blaine scolded, nodding to Kurt, who was dozing on his chest, peaceful and serene.

"Sorry," Puck mumbled.

"Hey, it's a free country," Finn said pointedly.

"Yes, but I think it's a bad idea if you rudely wake the guy that made all of our food," Rachel retorted, giving Blaine an assuring smile.

"But this is my house too-"

"If you guys don't shut up I'm throwing you all outside. Watch the game or go help in the kitchen," Burt snapped, tired of the childish banter.

Rachel stood. "I think I'll go see if Mrs. Hummel needs any help," she said, trotting to it.

Finn smiled, ready to jump up into the seat just as Kurt stretched out, snuggling deeper into Blaine's cardigan. The tall boy sighed, flopping back onto the rug. Blaine chuckled softly.

"Not so fun when it's you that has to sit down, is it?"

Finn scowled. Kurt smiled.


"Dianne!"

"Oh god…"

"Now?"

"Kurt, why didn't you tell me?"

"Don't say anything, Blaine."

"Come, now, can't we be adults about this?" Dianne said, appalled by the boorish behavior surrounding her. "I simply asked a perfectly acceptable question of my grandson. After all he is eighteen, and if Blaine doesn't find him attractive then I don't see how he could claim to be a homosexual in the first place."

Blaine swallowed, keeping his eyes trained on his plate. "She has a point," he mumbled. Kurt smacked his leg.

"It's kind of a private thing, Nana," the counter-tenor muttered, face redder than the cranberries. Puck was laughing hysterically into his napkin and doing a poor job of hiding it, which is probably why Burt slapped the back of his head.

"Shut up and eat, Noah," he said. "Can you have this conversation when I'm not in earshot, please? I don't need to hear about this part of his life, sorry."

Finn nodded, looking a little green.

"Finn, your homophobia is showing," Kurt said, lips pursed.

"Easy, boys," Carole said, passing the butter down to Rachel, who had come prepared with her own meat substitute this time.

"I'm his grandmother, Burt, I'm supposed to embarrass him," Dianne said pointedly.

"Mission accomplished," Kurt sighed. Blaine patted his leg to reassure him.

"Can we talk about something else?" Finn asked.

"Like about you and Rachel-"

"Hey, Sectionals is coming up," Blaine said, shooting Kurt a look that received his pursed lips and a small shrug.

"Sectionals?" Dianne said, interest piqued. Rachel relaxed, sipping her cider, relieved.

Finn took over the conversation, gabbing away to Dianne, allowing Blaine to lean over and whisper, "Your dad isn't gonna kill me, right?"

"It's fine."

"So, Blaine," Carole said brightly. "What were your folks doing tonight?" The dark-haired boy winced so softly only his boyfriend noticed. Kurt gently held his hand, watching him chew his lip.

"They're out of town for the Holidays," he explained. Kurt frowned slightly.

"They went out of town without you?" Rachel asked, sounding sad.

"Mmhm," Blaine nodded, looking at the floor. Kurt looked at his father, who quickly changed the subject.

Blaine sighed, relaxing, swallowing hard. "Are you alright?" Kurt whispered. Blaine shrugged.

"I will be." Maybe.


"This is fantastic," Kurt smiled. He and Blaine were on the sofa in the family room, snuggling, smiling happily with a fire crackling in front of them. Blaine nodded, looking up at Kurt, who took the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over them, combing his fingers through his thick curls, knowing good and well it would make him sleepy.

They were lying down, away from the babble of their family in the other room, escaping Rachel's long and well-rehearsed rant about herself and her plans for the future.

Alone, secluded, warm, and most importantly, together.

"You know what would make this better?" Kurt whispered. Blaine looked up with those big innocent eyes, his small smile lighting up that beautiful face.

"What?"

God, he's so adorable. Kurt smiled. "This." He kissed him, deep and slow, holding his cheek. Blaine sighed, eyelashes tickling his cheek. They kissed languidly. Blaine melted against him, winding his arms around his waist and breathing deep.

"This is the best Thanksgiving ever," he breathed. Kurt smiled against his lips, kissing him again.

"I definitely agree with you," he said softly, stroking his cheek. "They can all be like this, you know." Blaine stared at him, still smiling. Kurt could almost feel his heart pump faster.

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely," he grinned. They were kissing again, everything so warm, soft and beautiful. They stopped, cuddling close, shutting their eyes to nap. Blaine grinned as sleep took him over, a wonderful idea forming in his head.

-I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! :D-