Not going to lie. Blaine, and David and my future hubby Wes totally pissed me off last night. GRR. I felt so bad for Kurt after his audition, and embarrassed when he first got introduced…god that was mortifying. Oh, and stupid fricken bird, I called it dying though. HAHAHA. This makes me wayyy to excited for the Christmas eppie, though. Because, baby, its cold outside. Yah! PUMPED!

Christmas Shoes

Chapter Three: Crazy Bin

Disclaimer: Nope I haven't come up with enough cash to buy it from Murphy just yet… but magical brushes! I just bought one.

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The room was nothing like the rumbling outside; it was classic and modern; sleek and shiny; messy, but at the same time tidy. But that's not what they were staring at. No, the teens seemed to be much more interested in the pair of flush-faced dancers, bouncing on the black flannel couch, heads moving up and down, hair flying all over the place.

Finn let out a startled breath of air as Kurt bounced off the cushion to the bright blue carpet, apparently rocking out on the electric guitar. His usually perfect hair waving up and down in the cold air, baggy black tee slipping off his shoulder and feet stumbling a bit in the over large sweat pants.

"Oh sweet Marry and Jesus..." Mercedes yelled, though it sounded more like a whisper in the loud bass line.

"This can't be good."

Blaine pushed through the surprised teens to the stereo, speakers pounding with the loud noise. The noise was cut off, and they could hear the panting breath from the sweating teens.

Kurt's mouth popped comically open, eyes bulging with embarrassment when he spun to see his audience. The girl, on the other hand, turned on the couch to glare at her brother, jetting her hip out and running a hand through her long, platinum blonde hair.

Frowning, she stepped on the back of the couch, sliding down the spine and striding over to the stereo and slapping the hand away from the volume knob, "What. Are. You. Doing?"

"We did knock..." Blaine offered, cowering away from his older sister, who eyes seemed to shoot daggers into his soul.

"We were dancing!" Finn glanced to Kurt, who was frozen in the middle of the room, eyes still wide, and face heating with embarrassment. It was strange, that he had been fooled into thinking his brother only listened to show tunes, but, in reality, he seemed to really be enjoying the loud stumming, the thick bass, the screamed words.

"Oh, is that what you called it?" Wes led the way into the large flat, ushering the rest of the teens in as well. The girls' ocean blue eyes widened when she seen the crowd.

"Yes, Wesley, that's what it's called."

"Don't call me that!"

"You barge into my home, unannounced, with a bus full of children, I get to call you what I like," she stocked towards him, David inched away, closing the distance between him and Sam, and Finn was sure that she was going to punch the tall, dark hair boy. But instead, the girl pulled him into a hug, tiptoeing so she could rest her chin on his shoulder. "Haven't seen you in a long time. Hello, David."

"Hey, Addie."

"You brought me friends?"

Kurt seemed to come out of his overly shocked system and rushed to the girls' side, avoiding their accusing eyes, "Uh, that's my ... Glee club. Uhm, all eleven of them, it seems."

"Well, the more the merrier! Come in, Come in! Make you're self at home!" She ushered them in, bright smile lighting up her face so she looked half-crazed. "I'm Addie. And you are?"

"Finn, Puck, Sam, Mike, Tina, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Artie, Mercedes, and Rachel..." Kurt offered, pointing at each of them.

The smile faltered a bit, but Addie nodded eleven times, "Right," she said, clapping her hands together, "Never going to remember those, but whatever."

Addie strolled away, pointing her toes and clasping her hands behind her back, in a military march manner. Finn wasn't sure what to do, because he still had no idea who this girl was, and because there was a certain atmosphere to the place that he couldn't quite identify.

Kurt grabbed Finn's arm and Mercedes hand and towed them towards one of the four couches. What a nineteen year old girl needed four couches for, no one knew. "What were you thinking? Disappearing like that?" Mercedes barked when they had been seated on the corduroy cushions.

Finn watched as David threw a gamer remote to Sam and Puck, sitting on the floor in front of a large television screen that hung between two windows on the brick wall. Puck and Sam shrugged and sat on two red bean bags that flanked the game cube, and the other guy, Wes, joined them as well.

"What?" Kurt asked, honestly confused by his best friends lack of manners. He ran a hand through his bangs nervously, fixing them and smoothing out the rest of his hair. Finn smirked when his gaze flittered to Blaine, who was trying to start a conversation with Quinn, but she was listening for Kurt's answer. "I didn't! My car broke down-"

"Yeah, we found it," Finn offered, quieting under the glare of the divas.

"And Addie found me and took me to clean up and stuff."

"You could have called someone!"

The look of confusion was back, but this time Addie joined in, "We did. Actually we stopped by the shop and talked to his dad before they left for Columbus. Burt said he would tell Carol... He said it was fine."

"Oh. We couldn't get a hold of him..." Finn turned on the cushion, wrapping his arms around his brother in an awkward hug, "I'm really glad you're alright."

Kurt pushed him away, blush creeping up his neck and he smoothed out his clothes, eyes flickering to Blaine and Addie, who watched the exchange with smug smiles. "I was never in any danger, other than my clothes, which are soaked, and my fingers, which I fear have died."

Kurt wiggled his finger, pinched and wrinkled, still tinged a light blue. Mercedes pulled her best friend into a comfortable hug, whispering in his ear. Kurt glanced around the room, eyes taking in each of his friends, surprise evident on his face.

Finn didn't blame him. At all really, because twenty-four hours ago, most of them were still fuming that he was ditching them for the opposition. But here they were, making themselves at home in a strange girls home, all glancing at Kurt every few seconds, to make sure he wouldn't disappear again.

They were going to miss him.

A loud ringing set through the apartment and everyone glanced at each other, trying to locate the annoying sound. Addie jumped and spun, grinning again, "Ohhh... pizza's ready. Come get some food!"

David and Wes jumped up, pausing the game and racing to the far wall, where a small kitchen was set up, an island separating it from the rest of the flat. Addie laughed as she plucked not one, not two, not even four, but five pizzas from the oven and shucked them on the counter.

Finn, Kurt and Blaine followed more slowly behind the crowd of teenage boys that rushed forward at the mention of pizza. Finn walked beside his brother, making sure to keep him in arms length, for he wasn't quite over his near heart-attack experience.

Keeping half an eye on Blaine, he smiled in the most un-Finn like manner, happily noting the way the chocolate brown eyes narrowed and searched Kurt for any sign of abuse, looking for any indication that the taller saprano was anything but perfect. Older Brother in Finn seemed to be warming up to this strange, curly haired boy.

In fact, he was starting to see how transferring to this Dalton Academy might be a good thing for Kurt. Very good indeed. Even if everyone else that went there seemed to be ludicrous.

Finn jumped in line, the heavy aroma of red sauce, melted cheese and pepperoni wafting through the house, reminding him that he never did get one of those cinnamon buns. When his plate was covered in four slices of pizza, he backtracked with Wes and David, who seemed very much at ease in the oddities home.

"Expecting company, sister dear?" Blaine laughed, following behind Finn, his own blue plate full.

Addie walked out of the kitchen, smiling softly, a cup in her hand, but no pizza. She sat on a window ledge, back pressed against the ice, and smiled secretively, "No? Why?"

"Somehow I doubt Kurt and yourself could finish off five pizzas."

"Sure I could!" Finn dropped his eyes to scan the room, where everyone seemed to have one of the plastic plates on his or her lap, biting into the hot food smiling contently. David stood to grab more pizza and Kurt quickly took his spot, laughing at something Wes had whispered into his ear.

Blaine sat on a table pushed against the outside wall, quietly chatting with Artie and Brittany, nodding happily and biting his slice occasionally. Sam, Quinn and Puck were playing merrily at the television. Everyone seemed to be comfortable in this house.

Well, almost everyone.

Rachel sat on the edge of a third couch, eyes narrowed and glancing between Blaine, Wes and David. Finn sighed and stood, nodding politely when Kurt looked at him with curious eyes. He plopped beside his girlfriend on the armrest, dangling his arm lightly over her thin shoulders.

"Stop looking at him like that, Rachel!" Kurt glared at the chair, and Rachel stiffened, shifting her gaze from the Dalton boy to look out the window.

Tina crossed her ankles and leaned heavily on her boyfriends shoulder, handing him her empty plate, "Can't really blame her, after the whole Jesse fiasco."

"Blaine isn't Jesse. And I'm not going over there to give them your set list. So don't even worry about it. I don't even think I'm joining the Warblers."

Wes gasped over his pizza, staring at the Kurt like he was insane, "But you have to! You're voice is like soft velvet-"

"And you'll look so hot in our uniform that we simply wouldn't be able to focus if you're not by our side!" David added, chuckling when Blaine tossed a piece of pepperoni at them. Finn glanced at the owner of the apartment, but she was gazing out the window, brows drawn in a sad frown and completely oblivious. Much like Kurt was oblivious to darkening of his 'friends' cheeks, and the hinting laughter from the insanities.

Rachel's shoulders softened, "Kurt, you don't have to not join them. I wasn't sure about Blaine, nor Wes and David, at the beginning. But from the short time I've known them, they obviously care about you," he eyes flickered to Blaine in particular, and he rolled his eyes dramatically, "You have my blessing to join the Warblers."

"Our blessing. You have our blessing," Quinn smiled from Sam's lap and a chorus of agreement met her words.

Kurt's eyes brimmed with unshed tears, pinpricks at his soul, but he smiled, "Ah, you guys!"

"Enough of this sad talk, you people are making me depressed," Wes stood from the floor and cracked him back, grinning wickedly, "Besides, we don't need to cheat to beat you."

Mercedes scoffed from Kurt's side, retracting her arm from his shoulder and crossing it over her torso, "Please, boy, those adorable old people are going to kick your ass."

"Oh yeah?" David demanded, joining his friend and scooping two cases off the ground, "Your choice, DDR or SingSong!"

The room looked to Rachel as she stood and shed her jacket, glaring across the room at the two uniforms, "Please! Dance Dance Revolution. We already know we're better singers than you."

"Oh, it's on!" David dropped to his knee, flashing his white teeth, a popped to game into the system, pulling two plastic mats from the side, "Kurt, get over here. You're one of us now!"

Kurt bounced off the couch, adjusting the baggy tee on his shoulders and running fingers throw his hair, and "Somehow, I don't think the teams are equal."

"You don't think five verses eleven is fair?" Blaine asked, grinning evilly and crossing the room to the 'Dalton' side.

Santana stood strutted over to the other side of the room, "Screw that, I'm with the Warblers. They gots Mr. Sexy on their side."

The room erupted in laughter as she traced a finger down Blaine's chest, smiling cheekily. His face burned bright red as he stepped away from the Cheerio, bumping into David as he made his escape.

"Yeah, I'm gay."

While the room quickly ate this information, Finn's heart pounded in his ears. Blaine was gay. Out and proud. Just like Kurt. Maybe there was more to his transfer than the Karofsky threat.

"That can always change, sugar."

"I want to be on Kurt's team," Finn announced, cutting Santana off, standing and ignoring the shocked gasp from his girlfriend. He locked eyes with this Blaine character and walked over, head locking his brother playfully. Keep your friends close, and you're enemies closer, right?

Kurt pushed away from his brother, stumbling backward to be caught by Wes before he hit the ground, "Were going to lose, now," Kurt claimed, pointing an accusing finger at his brother with a light frown on his clean face.

Addie stood from the window sill, having kept quiet the whole time, "Stop you're flirtin' and get this game started. Get your head in the game, Bitches."

David crouched, once again by the consult and motioned for the first people to take their places. Wes grinned and elbowed through the Dalton side, standing next to Quinn on the mat.

"You're going down, Blondey."

Quinn blinked rapidly and pouted, distracting Wes from making the first step.

"Oh, that's not fair!"

"Alls fair in love and war, Wesley."

"Shut up Addie!" "Damn it, I'm blaming losing on you."

"Whatever, you just suck."

"You give it a shot, then, Mr. Sexy."

"Fine, I will. Let's show him how it's done, sir."

"Go Blaine!"

"Go Sam!"

"…Sam!"

"I'm sorry, okay? I've never played before."

"Whatever let me show you how Ms. Brittany SPeirce does things."

"Britney Spears?"

"Oh, show her how it's done!"

"Sorry, Santana. Even though you suck at dancing, I still think you're really hot."

"Geez, thanks."

"Watch out people! It's Frankenteen!"

"Finn, just so you know, when you lose, it doesn't mean I don't love you."

"Keep it in your pants, Berry."

"How does your girlfriend beating you make you feel Finn?"

"Shut up, Kurt!"

"Hello there, prepare to meet your match."

"Ah, hell ta the no, Academy Boy"

"David! How could you loose to a girl."

"You can't beat pretty ladies, it's, like, against the law."

"Ready to meet you match, Asian?"

"You wish, Gash." "Maybe giving you to the Warblers will benefit us in Sectionals."

"I'm reconsidering letting you join, with those horrible dance skills."

"I tripped okay? Mercedes messed the mat up…"

"'Suze me?"

"Oh. Showdown of the Sexies."

"No one beats the Puckasaurse!"

"Breaking News from Lima, Ohio. The Puckasaurous met a terrible end today, courtesy of Mr. Sexy."

"This is the Tie breaker, people! New Directions' infamous Mike Chang!"

"You haven't seen Addie dance."

"..."

"…"

"Woah."

"Hold frick! This is the longest run yet!"

"Addie!"

"What! My feet hurt!"

"And New Directions takes First!"

"Booooooo."

"Oh! My! God!"

"Santana! The guy with the butter knives coming!"

"Brittany! Get. Off. Me!"

"Hello?"

"What just happened?"

Finn waved his hands wildly in front of his face, wondering why his eyes suddenly stopped working. He heard people stumbling around before the fireplace roared to life, lighting the large room in its flickering glow.

"Guess the powers out again." The group slowly slouched back to the couches, plopping onto them and resting their worn feet. Addie wondered around the feet, picking up empty plates and plastic cups.

"Sorry about the mess, Addie."

"It's alright; I was the one that suggested feeding a bunch of teenagers. It's worse than feeding time at the zoo." The girl disappeared for a few minutes, and Finn tucked Rachel closer to his torso, enjoying the brisk air of an open window and the warmth of the fire.

The room lapped into quietness upon her return. Everyone taking a breather and resting their feet. The sun had set behind the tall building, basking the town in darkness. It was oddly peaceful in the small condo. Sitting with friends, still grinning ear to ear from the exhausting game.

The time ticked by and the calming silence slowly turned into awkward silence. Finn struggled to come up with something to say; Kurt struggled to peel his eyes from Blaine's uniform - blazer free torso. Addie was staring into the snow again, her eyes haunted, and the couples were in each others' laps, and the other two Warblers started a quiet burping contest.

The silence was finally broken by Wes, shaking the room with silent laughter. Starting the conversation flow and drawing eyes to the subject.

"So...Addie...I really like your spandex..." Wes wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and the people giggled, looking at the bright blue short shorts.

Addie plucked a red pillow from beside her feet and nailed the laughing boy in the face, spitting out a playful reply "The overwhelming power of the sex drive was demonstrated by the fact that someone was willing to father you."