A/N here you go! Another chapter! Hope you enjoy! As always many thanks to everyone who favourited/subscribed/reviewed.

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Christmas Eve

Kurt stared out the window of his room, wondering if Blaine was doing the exact same thing. He hadn't seen Blaine for over a week, mainly because the blizzard had come back the day that the two were supposed to meet and hadn't left since. Kurt wouldn't have minded walking to the library, but Carole had absolutely forbidden him from leaving the house with the weather the way it was, and also Blaine lived farther away, so it wasn't exactly easy for him to get anywhere with the snow the way it was. What bothered Kurt the most was that Blaine had only texted him once in the entire week, and that was to tell him that he wouldn't be able to make it the past Monday. Kurt had told him it was fine, but secretly he knew it was NOT fine. He needed to clear things up with Blaine. He couldn't have him thinking he was cool with having him as a 'just friend', even if that meant ruining his friendship with Blaine. Besides, taking into consideration Blaine's reaction during their sleigh ride, maybe he had a chance.

Of course if that was the case Blaine would have freaking texted him already!

"Hey Kurt," called Finn from outside his room, "can I come in?"

"Sure" replied Kurt, letting himself fall on his bed. Finn came in, a cocky grin on his face and sat down beside him.

"Sooo, how's not seeing Blaine for a whole week treating you?" asked Finn and Kurt sighed.

"Shut up" he mumbled, "at least I can stand being away from him for over an hour"

"I knew I shouldn't have told you about that" said Finn, running his hand over the back of his neck, "look, Kurt, why don't you just text him? I mean, honestly, you guys are friends right?"

"Well, yeah, at least I think so. But you know that friends don't spend every waking second with each other, right?"

"Friends that are in love do," said Finn, and Kurt sat up.

"We're not in love"

"Could've fooled me. I mean, you rented a horse drawn carriage for him, and he came to visit you just to give you these really… lame Christmas presents. You sure you aren't in love?"

"I'm pretty sure," said Kurt, "I mean, I'm in love with him, but he's just considerate"

"Sure. Well, I think you should call him or something, let him know you haven't completely forgotten about him" he said, standing up, "And when you're done with that mom wanted me to tell you that dinner's ready"

"Tell her I'm not hungry," he said, letting himself fall back down on his bed. Finn shrugged and walked out of his room. Kurt lay there for a few seconds, wondering whether or not to take Finn's advice, and finally deciding on texting Blaine. He picked up his phone, sighed and typed in Miss you. Can we hang out sometime?

After he hit send he wondered if maybe he was too straightforward. Wasn't 'miss you' after only not seeing Blaine for a week a bit much? After all it wasn't like they were friends since the beginning of times, or a couple or anything. Kurt ran his hand through his hair and stared at the cell phone, hoping against hope that Blaine wouldn't completely ignore him. Thankfully he didn't, because about 30 seconds later his cell vibrated and the message One New Message: Blaine appeared on his screen.

Miss you too FRIEND. Maybe when the blizzard clears up?

Kurt felt like throwing the phone at the wall. He couldn't believe Blaine was still sulking about… that.

"Oh my God, he's still sulking about that!" he squealed, excitedly, and quickly texted Blaine back.

What's with the caps? Hopefully blizzard clears up soon then ;)

He held his breath, wondering if the text was too flirty. His phone vibrated again.

Just emphasizing the point that we are friends FRIEND. I hope it does too.

Kurt rolled his eyes. Part of him wanted to tell Blaine to knock it off, because they both knew that Kurt didn't just want to be his friend, but the sane part of him decided that maybe it was better not to say anything at all. So he simply didn't answer; after all, there was nothing else for him to say. He sighed, staring at the ceiling.

'Tomorrow's Christmas eve,' he thought, 'wow, time sure flies when you're miserable'. His phone vibrated again, and he was surprised to see another message from Blaine.

Just checked weather forecast. Blizzard supposed to be cleared off tomorrow. Library 5pm?

Kurt took a large breath, an ear-to-ear smile appearing on his face.

See you there

Kurt squealed a little, taking out the Vogue magazine Blaine had given him about a week ago and skimmed through it like he had so many times in the past seven days. He was going to be seeing Blaine on Christmas Eve. He doubted there was anything that could make him feel down anymore.

xxx

Kurt walked up to the public library, his face half covered by his scarf, his hands trying to thaw in the pockets of his thick coat. So maybe the blizzard had cleared off, but the snow was still extremely thick on the ground and it was below freezing outside. He saw Blaine leaning against the library wall, looking at something on his phone, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a thicker coat than the one he had worn the other times he had seen him. He pulled his scarf up to cover more of his face as Kurt walked over, and then smiled when he saw his friend. Kurt couldn't actually see his mouth, but he could tell that he was smiling from his eyes. Kurt smiled too.

"Hey, long time no see!" said Blaine, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"You're totally making fun of me," he said, pushing Blaine playfully. Blaine laughed.

"I am not! You're text totally made my day! It's not everyday that an amazing guy like you texts you telling you that he misses you," he said, winking at Kurt. Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes again, but couldn't help but smile.

"So, we going inside?" asked Kurt, and Blaine gave him a look that made it seem like Kurt was certifiable.

"No, we're going for a walk," said Blaine as if it was completely obvious. Kurt looked around. He looked back at Blaine, now making a face that showed that Blaine was the crazy one, not Kurt.

"But it's so cold" he said, and Blaine laughed.

"Don't pout, it makes you look insanely cute"

"And what, that's a bad thing?" asked Kurt, a bit taken aback by the compliment.

"Of course. Can't be just your friend when you're looking like that" said Blaine, pushing off the wall and starting down the street. Kurt followed him, wanting to say that that was good, because he didn't want to be 'just his friend', but instead he ended up blurting out, "So, you wanted to give me another present?"

"Yeah, but not here" he replied, continuing to walk. Kurt sighed; rubbing his hands together and then sticking them back in his coat. If he had known they would be walking he would have brought his gloves.

"How has your week been?" asked Kurt, wondering how he could bring up the 'friends' thing. He did honestly want to apologize about that. Maybe if Blaine mentioned it, like he had the day before in his text…

"Fine. Decorated the house with my family, played video games, watched football," said Blaine, shrugging, "nothing really interesting to tell the truth"

"Same. Well, except for the watching football"

"You play video games? Get out" said Blaine, looking like he was going to burst out laughing at any second.

"I didn't for the longest time, but then Finn moved in and he brought Call Of Duty with him, and at first I thought the whole idea was simply sadistic, but then Finn asked me to play with him the one day and the rest, as they say, is history"

"Wow. I would never peg you as a COD guy"

"Few would," said Kurt, shrugging, "according to Finn I'm just 'full of surprises'"

"I would have to agree with Finn," said Blaine, smiling.

"Well, I think the same goes for you. Who would have known you were so into horse drawn carriages?"

"Shut up. You're actually the only person I've ever told that too," said Blaine, pulling his scarf up even higher up his face, so now basically all Kurt could see of him was his eyes.

"You make it sound like you confided some deep part of your soul to me," joked Kurt, and Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Well, that's what friends do, don't they? Tell each other secrets and stuff like that…"

Kurt groaned. Why was Blaine so hell-bent on the friends thing. It was honestly starting to slightly annoy him, even though every time he so much as glanced at Blaine any trace of annoyance left him. He decided the easiest thing to do would be to simply not look at him, but this proved to be harder than he thought. He was about to say 'Yeah, about that friends thing…' but Blaine continued talking.

"Weather sure is nice," said Blaine, kicking a piece of ice out of their way. Kurt shrugged.

"Personally I would prefer if it were snowing," he said, sighing, "or if we were, you know, indoors"

"I'm actually kinda hoping that it'll snow too," said Blaine casually.

"And why might that be?" asked Kurt. Blaine shrugged.

"I don't know. Cause snow's pretty?" Kurt didn't buy it, but he didn't say anything.

"Blaine, do we really have to be out in this weather? My hands are freezing, and on top of that people are going to think we're crazy"

"We are crazy," said Blaine, winking at Kurt.

"No, you are. Can we please go inside somewhere?" Blaine seemed to consider this for a second and then sighed; leading Kurt towards a nice little café on the corner of a street he had never been on before.

"This place serves the most amazing Christmas hot chocolate in the world," said Blaine, getting in line. Kurt picked at some lint on his jacket, pulling his scarf off.

"I'm not actually a really huge hot chocolate guy… or you know, sweets guy. It's not good for my complexion"

"This stuff is worth it. Trust me," said Blaine, smirking, also having taken off his scarf. Kurt doubted that it would be worth it, but decided to humour Blaine anyway. He hadn't eaten anything with sugar in it since he was about nine. When it was their turn Blaine ordered two 'specials' and they waited patiently while the only employee making the orders struggled to get their hot chocolates done as quickly as possible. He handed it to them and the two boys went to sit at a small table in a corner of the café.

Before they even sat down Blaine was sipping his hot chocolate, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Kurt laughed.

"Surely it isn't that good"

"How would you know? You haven't even tried yours," he said, raising his eyebrows repeatedly. Kurt sighed.

"I don't know…" he said, placing it on the table, "I mean, if I drink it then my hands may never thaw"

"You're just making excuses," said Blaine taking another sip of his, "so now you need to drink that before I do,"

Kurt brought the cup to his lips. It did smell amazing. But he still couldn't bring himself to do it.

"But, what if…"

"Oh my God, Kurt, just drink it!" said Blaine, laughing.

"Wait," he said, again just before the drink entered his mouth, "is this the gift you were talking about?"

"If I say yes will you just drink it already?"

"So it's not…"

"Well, you see the timing has to be just perfect for this gift," said Blaine, this time taking Kurt's cup and sipping it. Kurt slapped his hands away.

"Hey! That's mine!"

"Now you want it?" asked Blaine, laughing. Kurt grabbed the hot chocolate from him and brought it to his lips, telling himself that he would definitely do it this time.

"Wait, do you have mono?" he asked, putting the cup down again.

"What?" asked Blaine, continuing to laugh.

"Well, if you have mono then I'm gonna get it now, cause you drank from my cup"

"What?" repeated Blaine.

"You know, mono is spread by spit…"

"I know what mono is Kurt, I just think it's funny that you're making such a big deal about this. Drink. The. Damn. Hot. Chocolate"

Kurt picked up the cup and smelled it cautiously. He could feel Blaine's eyes on him. He then took a small sip, and his eyes widened.

"Right?" Blaine was smirking proudly, watching Kurt take a longer sip of the drink. It tasted beyond amazing, the hot chocolate itself was probably the best he had ever tasted, but on top of that it had some kind of peppermint… something in there, adding a Christmassy flavour, topped off with whipped cream with crushed candy canes on top. He was sure that if he died at that particular moment, he would die happy.

"This is… it's so good! If this actually was the present, then I wouldn't mind at all!"

Blaine shook his head, laughing.

"Well, it's not, but if you want to call me the best friend ever, you are very welcome too,"

"Look, Blaine, about that friend thing…" he started, breaking away from his hot chocolate, but Blaine waved him away.

"No, it's cool, I think it's a good thing that two gay guys can just be friends, don't you? I mean, the last gay guy I befriended, well… it's a long story, but the point is that right now this friendship is special to me. Don't you agree?"

'No' was probably the word Kurt was looking, for, but instead he simply nodded, trying not to look at Blaine.

"So you like the hot chocolate then?" asked Blaine after several seconds of silence. Kurt continued not looking at him, trying to get annoyed at him again.

"Yeah, it's really good, thanks" he said, feeling like storming out of the coffee shop right then and there. He wished he could hear what Blaine was thinking; maybe they would make more sense than his own thoughts.

"You know, I've never spent Christmas Eve with anyone other than my family. I mean, last year my boyfriend came over but… well, it's different I guess, you know, being out of the house"

"You had a boyfriend?" Kurt couldn't help but tense up at the thought of Blaine being with someone who wasn't him. Blaine shrugged.

"Yeah, the last gay guy I befriended. It didn't end well," now Blaine was the one not making eye contact with Kurt.

"What was he like?"

"Does it matter?" asked Blaine, still avoiding Kurt's eyes. Kurt bit his lip.

"Did he really hurt you?" he wanted to punch whoever this guy was. Blaine sighed.

"He sort of changed the way I saw everything. Like I said though, it's a long story, and I really don't wanna go into it. I haven't spoken to him since about August when we broke up"

"Alright…" Kurt didn't know what to say. He had never been in the position that Blaine was in, seeing as he had never had a boyfriend before.

"Sorry, I just made this whole thing really awkward" said Blaine, laughing. Kurt shrugged, placing his empty cup on his table.

"It was bound to come up eventually. As long as you were able to move on…err, you have moved on, right Blaine?"

"Yeah," he said, grinning at Kurt, but then he suddenly looked crestfallen.

"What's wrong? Is this guy also hurting you?"

"No… I mean, we aren't even a couple, but I love spending time with him and stuff, I'm just afraid that he sees me as just a friend…"

Kurt could feel his stomach doing acrobatics. As just a friend, huh?

"You never know," said Kurt, leaning towards Blaine.

"No, I do, he sort of told me straight out,"

"Did he actually say, 'Blaine, I don't see you as anything but a friend?'"

"Not… exactly. But it was something like that," said Blaine, looking away. Kurt was pretty sure that he was blushing.

"Well then you can't jump to conclusions! Sometimes people just blurt things out without thinking. I actually did something really similar to a guy that I really like a few days ago," he quickly covered his mouth with his hands. Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Poor guy. Then he knows how I feel. You're evil Kurt Hummel," Kurt almost banged his head against the table. Blaine could not possibly be that dense.

"Yeah, well, I've been trying to clear it up with him, but it's just not happening. He's really stupid and doesn't get my hints"

"Just be direct with him," said Blaine, shrugging, "It's what I'm planning to do"

"Oh really?" asked Kurt. Blaine nodded.

"Yeah, but I don't know when I'm gonna have the time. You see I want it to be just perfect"

"If he really likes you anytime will be perfect," said Kurt, squeezing Blaine's hands, "Now come on, you owe me a walk,"

"You're the one who wanted to come inside saying it was too cold!"

"Alright so you owe me a walk by a glove shop," said Kurt laughing and helping Blaine up.

As they walked down the streets, talking about absolutely everything there was to talk about, Kurt couldn't help but think about their conversation back in the café. While his common sense told him just to forget about everything that Blaine had said, he couldn't help but think that every single clue that Blaine had given him pointed towards one person. And that one person happened to be walking down the empty, freezing streets of Ohio with him right at that moment.