The holiday dragged by at a depressingly slow pace for Blaine, his entire family taking every opportunity they were given to let their displeasure over his choice of college be known and making his weight a prime topic of conversation. His grandma pinching his side when they arrived, announcing that singing and dancing were not great methods of exercise. His mother only adding fuel to the fire when she not so quietly informed him that he did not need any dessert on Christmas Eve; taking his plate and passing it to a younger cousin. Then turning to his aunt to tell her how she could not believe that someone who was planning to major in music was stressing out as much about college as her son was.
He was also subject to questioning about when he was going to get a girlfriend, his parents refusing to accept his sexuality and therefore not telling their families that he already had a boyfriend, his aunt even asking about what happened to that nice girl, Rachel, his mother had told her about. His father then announcing that he was just waiting to get his hands on 'the real deal' when he got to college, causing his uncles to laugh as they talked about how a music school wasn't the best place to pick up girls. He was not a loud to talk about or to Kurt in the house so he spent the entire week text messaging the other boy and sneaking away to call when possible.
Christmas day had been the kicker, he received a membership to World Gym and a new pair of running shoes from his parents and a book on the history of Ivy League schools from one of his uncle's who said he hoped it might help clear his confusion over his college choices. Then while everyone else had dug into the pie, he was pulled aside by his other uncle who wanted to make sure he understood that his acceptance at Yale was only a phone call away. There was no need to throw his life away by studying music, he had said, he could go to business school or law school and still mess around with that 'silly music crap' on the weekends. Overall, it was the longest week of his young life and Blaine had never been so happy to touch down in Ohio than he was on the twenty-eighth, his mood only improving when he found his boyfriend waiting for him when he went to collect his bag.
"I thought you might need a ride", Kurt explained, pulling the other boy into a warm embrace.
"Thank you", Blaine pressed a kiss to his boyfriends cheek, "Please, don't ever let me go back there again", He sighed, clinging to Kurt.
Kurt snickered, "That bad, huh?"
Blaine groaned against his neck in response, still making no move let go of the other boy.
"Well, let's grab you bag and get out of here", He said while untangling Blaine's arms from around him, "We can go back to my house for a little while, there's a ton of leftovers that Carole is counting on you to finish off."
"Can I move in with your family", Blaine murmured, causing Kurt to laugh. "Seriously, mine gave me a gym membership for Christmas and yours saved leftovers for me, they win the award for best family, mine just wins the award for being the most manipulative."
"I really am sorry your holiday sucked", Kurt responded as he located his boyfriends suitcase, "Just think though, I've got five whole days to make it all better now", He winked before heading towards the exit.
The drive back to Kurt's house was relatively quiet, it was still early and both boys were quite tired and just generally relieved that they were together again. Blaine barely made it two feet into the Hummel house before he was being ushered into the kitchen by Carole and pushed into a chair at the table.
"I saved you a piece of pie, sweetie", She said as she retrieved a fork and plate, "I'd let you wait to eat it but Finn has been lusting after it and I'm afraid it might disappear soon." She smiled as she sat a large slice of pecan pie down in front of him.
After the way his family had acted over the last week he really did not think he needed to be eating pie but he didn't want to be rude either and it was his favorite. He wondered briefly how she even knew what his favorite pie was but he figured his boyfriend had tipped her off so he just smiled appreciatively before digging in. He had to suppress a moan as he ate and honestly thought that he would be jealous of Kurt for having such amazing parents if they were not so amazing to him as well, it really did feel like he was more welcome at Kurt's house than at his own most of the time. Blaine ate in silence, feeling even sleepier after finishing his food and blinked tiredly at his boyfriend who was staring at him with an amused expression on his face.
"I think someone looks ready for a nap", Carole said as she came back to take his plate.
"I'm pretty sure we're both ready for one", Kurt said as he stood, pulling Blaine up with him.
"Thank you for the pie, Carole", Blaine yawned as he allowed himself to be led upstairs.
Burt was sitting in the living room when they passed through; he waved and said, "Keep the door open."
Both boys nodded in recognition and headed towards Kurt's room, kicking their shoes off as they entered, Blaine flopping down face first onto the bed and Kurt laughing as he crawled on after him.
Kurt shoved at his boyfriend's shoulders, trying to get him to roll onto his side, "Come on, and cuddle with me."
Blaine groaned in response before finally turning on his side, "I don't want to cuddle", He pouted, after spending a week with his family he felt rather disgusted with himself and truthfully did not want Kurt touching him for fear of him being disgusted as well.
"Liar, you always want to cuddle, you are a freaking cuddle monster", Kurt replied while trying to scoot closer to the other boy.
"Am not", He knew it was a childish response but he was tired and could not really bring himself to care.
"Are too", Kurt said, finally managing to snuggle up close to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his waist and squeezing, "You want to tell me what's bothering you?"
"Just my family", Blaine replied, laying tense in the taller boys hold.
Kurt sighed, "I don't think it is just your family, if it was just your family you wouldn't be shying away from me right now."
"They just kind of picked at me all last week", He whispered finally, "About my weight."
Kurt pulled back slightly, frowning down at his boyfriend, "What is wrong with your weight?" He asked, giving his hip another squeeze.
'In case you haven't noticed, I've gained some, I told you I got a gym membership for Christmas, they don't exactly think highly of fat people", He mumbled.
Kurt pinched his side hard at that, "You are not fat, Blaine. You are nowhere near being fat, you've put on a little weight, it's not a bad thing", He finished softly, stroking his hand up Blaine's side.
"They seem to think it is", He frowned.
"Well I don't, whose opinion means more to you, theirs or mine?" Kurt asked.
"Yours, of course", Blaine said quietly.
"Then shut up and cuddle with me already", Kurt yawned, tightening his arms around the other boy and hauling him closer.
Blaine finally allowed himself to relax, curling into his boyfriend and just enjoying being back home with him, he might have only been gone a week but to a teenager in love, a week could feel like a year. Kurt on the other hand, was formulating a plan to show the shorter boy just how not bad of a thing his weight was, it wasn't that he didn't mind that his boyfriend had put on a little weight, he liked that his boyfriend had put on a little weight and it was time to show him that. When he finally drifted to sleep, long after his boyfriends breathing had evened out, Kurt had what he thought was a brilliant plan set in his mind.