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Also, sorry this update took so long. I was swamped with work. I am sorry because I had to cut out the Christmas, ND and New Year's scenes because it was getting too long. Those will be in the next chapter, so this is really Chapter 7 Part 1 if you think about it. I really wanted to give you guys something since I was hitting almost two weeks and if I didn't update soon I would lose my inspiration for this fic. To make up for it, I put in more flirty Klaine and Hudmel scenes. I hope you still enjoy it and I'm sorry it took so long!

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The Rest of Kurt's Junior Fall Semester

The happiness didn't last for long. Three days later Blaine got a call from a tearful Kurt that he was transferring to Dalton. While Blaine was upset that the bullying had come to this, he was relieved that his Kurt would be safe at Dalton now.

Kurt liked Dalton. The students were kind, he joined the Warblers and the subjects were actually somewhat challenging – unlike the McKinley counterparts! Still, Kurt missed his friends from the New Directions terribly.

At Dalton he made good friends with Nick, Jeff and Trent. Between the three of them, the Warblers became a safe haven and a nice place to relax. Kurt was quite worried that Dalton would be too stuffy. While the classes were somewhat boring, with Nick and Jeff running the Warblers, well let's just say that Kurt wasn't deprived of any New Directions antics in that account.

Nick and Jeff (known as Niff at times) were kind enough to let him join the Warblers on such short notice. And Trent was also nice to teach Kurt the A Cappella songs. Of course with Kurt being a part of Dalton now, when both teams had won sectionals it called for a group celebration.

Yes Kurt had made some nice friends at Dalton.

Unfortunately, Trent was a year below Kurt so they didn't see each other often. And as nice as Nick and Jeff were, if Kurt had to watch them make out one more time he was going to punch a wall! Trent was right; it was disgustingly sweet when he didn't have a significant other of his own. Whenever Kurt caught the two boys he would feel a sinking feeling in his stomach; a constant reminder of what he didn't have.

Which was why Kurt was grateful for Alex Kingston: a heavenly being sent from above in the form of his roommate. At first glance, Alex was very much a mix of Nick and Jeff. He was smart and athletic as opposed to musical. The boy was on the lacrosse, soccer and swim team. He gave Kurt his space when he needed it and gave good hugs too – though not as good as Blaine's.

Alex was easy on the eyes, with his sandy brown hair and twinkling blue eyes. And if Kurt happened to walk on Alex changing and catch a glimpse of his nicely sculpted body, well who was Kurt to complain? Alex was the perfect reprieve from the stuffiness of Dalton classes, craziness of Warblers and mushiness of Niff. Alex was an overall perfect kind of guy – even his girlfriend was nice!

It took a while for Kurt to realize that he was able to make friends with a straight guy without being considered a predatory gay. As Alex put it:

"Who in their right minds would turn down a friendship with a gay guy? Dude, you're like the perfect link to my girlfriend when I do something stupid but I have no clue what or how to fix it! Having a gay best friend is like the best tactical move a straight guy could make. Oh yeah, and you seem awesome too man!"

Kurt imagines that had he been given enough time, his friendship with Sam would have turned out like his friendship with Alex. However, as it stands, Kurt had to leave the New Directions, so he might as well get used to Dalton.

Most nights that Alex is out on a date with his girlfriend, Kurt finds himself in the library looking through Blaine's old yearbooks. He enjoyed seeing the pictures of his angel with his hair gelled back in submission, sporting a blue blazer that did wonders for his body yet somehow left Kurt's looking like it was a box. His angel had been quite popular from the looks of it. Many of the pages had been covered with Blaine's face – no wonder the man had a slight ego problem!

Then he got to the "Cutest Couples" page. Normally it would be pictures of Dalton boys with their Crawford girl counterparts. However, in Blaine's senior yearbook, there off to the corner of the page was Blaine wrapped in the arms of some other guy. You wouldn't even see it if you weren't looking for it, and yet it became glaringly obvious the second Kurt turned to the page.

His vision began to blur the longer Kurt stared at it. Of course he knew Blaine must have dated some in high school; he was an extremely attractive person. But there was a huge difference between knowing about something and having it thrown in your face; on display for the entire world to see. Blaine's hazel eyes seemed permanently twinkling with happiness as he stared up at Kurt from the glossy pages. The angel's white toothy smile blinded Kurt's vision. It wasn't the same smile Blaine graced Kurt with, and yet he seemed unimaginably happy in the picture. Kurt could practically feel the happiness radiating on to him. Blaine always did wear his heart on his sleeve. Kurt's heart sank and his stomach twisted with guilt as the hot jealousy coursed his veins at the sight of the boy that got to hold his angel. He shouldn't be so surprised. Blaine would want someone his own age; not a child, like Kurt. Glancing down Kurt read the caption:

Blaine Anderson and Sebastian Smythe: these two lovebirds led the Warblers to another Nationals win this year. Congratulations!

Kurt slammed the book shut as the tears smeared his vision. High school romances never last, it clearly didn't for Blaine anyways. Besides the other guy looked like a stupid meerkat anyways, Kurt reasoned as he made his way back to his dorm, silently swearing never to look through that stupid book again. He had the real Blaine to keep him company anyways, Kurt consoled himself as the hot tears splashed down his cheeks. Stupid meerkat!


"Dad says you're not coming home for Christmas, care to explain?" Kurt heard his angel let out a crackling sigh over the phone.

"It's not that I don't want to-"

"Then why aren't you coming home? It's tradition Blaine!"

"I know it is! I love spending Christmas with you, you know that! It's just that now that your dad's married and all…things change."

"Not this, this doesn't change. You have to come for Christmas! You're always here!"

"Yeah…well. Kurt, listen. You have a new family now, there are going to be new traditions and stuff. Your dad and I just figured that it might be better if you all just figured out what you wanted the new family holiday to be like. I mean, it's not like you're inviting any of your other family over!"

"We barely ever invite them over anyways! You're the exception Blaine! Angel, you have to come! Please?! It's not like you have anywhere else to go anyways!"

Silence followed his statement. Kurt stopped to think what he had just said.

"Shit, Blaine I didn't mean it like that! I just meant that your plans are usually about coming over to our house for Christmas and you've never changed them before so why start now? I swear I didn't mean it like that!" Kurt bit his lip as he waited for the response.

"Contrary to what you may believe, my life doesn't actually revolve around you," Blaine said quietly yet sharply.

"I know that, I swear I do Angel. I'm sorry, I just really want you here for Christmas like always," Kurt paused, "Unless, you don't want to come?"

"Of course I want to come! I just thought I'd give you some family time this year without me intruding."

"You are family," Kurt quietly responded.

Blaine sighed again, "I'll think about it, okay? I can't make any real promises this year but I'll talk it over with your dad and see what he thinks. Alright?"

"Okay."

"Now then, anything new you want to tell me about? Any new boys? Or questions about Dalton? You know I was kind of their poster boy when I went there."

"Of course you were, they must have loved your dapperness," Kurt briefly considered asking about the picture of him and the smirking meerkat. Just the thought of it caused his stomach to squeeze and twist and his heart to sink. Kurt thought better of it.

"No, nothing new at Dalton. Anything exciting happen up in New York?"


A Moment for Carole

"Alright, that sounds good. And did you really have to make it sound like I didn't want you here for Christmas? That was all you, and now Kurt's been breathing down my neck for it!...Screw that, Kurt's right, you are family…Yeah don't worry I'll pick you up, Finn's getting Kurt so it'll be a good surprise…Okay, see you then Kid."

Carole watched as her husband hung up the phone and took a seat next to her.

"Who was that?" Carole asked with a smile.

"Well remember how I asked if we could have a few family members over for Christmas?" Carole nodded, remembering when she had agreed to it, "Well that was Blaine. I don't think you've met him-"

"I did, when you were…well I met him," Burt covered her hand with his own, squeezing it. Carole blinked the tears out of her eyes at the gesture, "So, what about Blaine?"

"Oh right, well he just booked his flight so he's coming down for Christmas! I can't wait to see the look on Kurt's face! He was so worried that Blaine wouldn't be coming down, it's tradition you see. Every year since Lizzie passed away Blaine's been coming down for the Christmas holidays and Kurt's birthday. And since Finn's picking up Kurt from Dalton that day, I can pick up Blaine and have him home in time to surprise Kurt!" Burt grinned maniacally at his master plan.

"I see. Blaine's a family friend right? He and Kurt seem really close."

"Oh yeah, they go way back. After his mom's death Kurt barely even smiled, and then from out of nowhere came Blaine. I remember when Kurt used to call him his angel, still does sometimes I think."

Carole smiled and nodded politely. Burt noticed her lack of enthusiasm.

"Hey, what's up? I thought you were alright with family visiting this year? I know we said we'd try and keep to ourselves, but Blaine's always been here – more than my own parents!"

"Oh, no it's not that! It's just…I'm probably being silly and making it all up in my head," Burt stared waiting for his wife to explain, "It's just, Blaine is a lot older than Kurt."

"Yeah, around ten years, twelve to be exact."

"Right, and I know that Kurt's not my son-"

"Carole, we're married, you get to have some say in Kurt's life, I just get final say. Vice versa for Finn, remember?" Carole nodded.

"Right, of course. I just don't know how to react to Kurt having a boyfriend so much older than him, let alone one that's known him since he was just a child!"

Burt's eyes bugged out as he choked on air. Then he began laughing; the grip-your-sides-it's-so-funny-can't-stop-howling laughter. Carole thought Blaine and Kurt were dating! Oh that was good, wait until he told Blaine that. Carole watched as her husband dissolved into a fit of laughter. Not quite understanding what was so funny, Carole gave a small smile and waited until the man sobered.

"Oh thanks Carole, I needed that!" Burt chuckled, "They're not dating. Never have and never will."

"Oh, are you sure? It's just that the two of them seemed so close and…"

"I know, I know. It's just, Blaine's always been tactile like that around Kurt. Boy loves hugs. And Kurt, well I'm not exactly big on hugs, and the only person he really likes touching him is Blaine. They're comfortable, but they're not dating."

"I'm sorry, I just thought I should be concerned. Of course you would know them better than I do."

Burt squeezed her hand, "Hey, don't worry about it. First time I met Blaine I didn't trust the guy either. He was too charming and got along way too easily with my eight year old son. It took me a while to warm up to him actually, eventually I realized that he was harmless. Blaine is Kurt's best friend, despite the large age difference. But to this day, I know that Blaine wouldn't do anything to cross the line between right and wrong. He's too much of a gentleman and he respects us too much to do that. He's told me so himself when I had my doubts too."

"But he is gay right?"

"Yeah, he is. I think it's good for Kurt, you know, to have someone in his life like that who can talk with him about this kind of things. Like a gay mentor. Kid barely talks to me anymore, but he sure as hell can't stop around Blaine!"

Carole sympathized, the curse of teenage-dom.

"Don't worry Carole, you'll love him. Just wait until he comes and you get to know him, you guys will get along great!"


Finn smiled as he drove up to Dalton. Wow, this place was huge! Finn smiled when he saw Kurt giving hugs to a group of guys. If he wasn't happy with McKinley, at least he found a safe place at Dalton.

The tall boy smiled as he got out of the car to give his brother – he had a brother now, how awesome was that? – a hug.

"Hey little brother!"

"Finn! I'm older than you! Oh, come here you big lug. I missed you! How's New Directions? Oh Gaga I must have missed out on so much drama. How's my dad? Is he okay?"

"Dude, chill. You come home like every weekend; you know Burt's doing just fine."

"Don't call me 'dude' Finn."

"Sorry man," Kurt rolled his eyes, "So are these your Dalton friends?" Finn pointed to the circle of boys.

"Oh yeah, that's Jeff, Nick, Trent and Alex."

"Sup guys?" Finn greeted, just because they were prep school boys didn't mean they weren't regular teenage guys underneath, right? The blazer wearing boys responded happily and offered to help Kurt load up his stuff and bid their good byes.

"So not that I'm not happy to see you and all," Kurt started as Finn pulled out onto the road, "But how come you're picking me up and not my dad?"

"Dude, I missed you! It kinda sucks not having you around, I was totally looking forward to having a roomie and then you had to pack up and go to Dalton. So I volunteered to pick you up. I figured since we're doing Christmas as a real family this year we should figure out some traditions and stuff, right?"

"Okay sounds good. Oh I know, for us it's a tradition to open one gift on Christmas Eve. When I was little my parents would give me a gift on Christmas Eve and the presents I'd get on Christmas day would be from Santa. Also we usually bake cookies on Christmas Eve." Kurt didn't mention that usually it would be Blaine baking the cookies. He didn't even know if his angel was coming for Christmas this year.

"Oh man a present on Christmas Eve! That sounds awesome! Okay, well Mom and I usually make a gingerbread house on Christmas Eve. We have a lot of fun decorating it and stuff. We usually spend Christmas day listening to Christmas carols on the radio and playing board games."

"That sounds good. We could make both cookies and a gingerbread house. Oh, if we have left-over cookie dough we can make gingerbread cookies. And we should be able to find a board game for all of us. I think I have Clue or Uno lying around somewhere. We usually do the same thing except Dad usually ends up listening to me sing Christmas carols all the time." Well Kurt and Blaine anyways.

"Sounds good. Hey do you have anything that you have to put on the tree?"

"Not in particular. I mean we have some decorations, but they're mostly just shiny ornaments."

"Okay, well Mom and I have an angel that we always put on top. It was passed down in her family for like generations, it's like an heirloom or something. I really want to do that again this year."

"Yeah, that sounds good. We should decorate the whole tree with memories of the year or something, make it the new Hudson-Hummel tradition."

"Dude, it's Hudmel. Just like we're Furt now man. Puck and I already decided that."

Kurt laughed, of course his friends would spend their time on this, "Okay then, make it a Hudmel family tradition. The Christmas tree was always my mom's thing. My dad would always want her to wait for him but she never could. I think my dad just keeps doing it to make me happy."

"It must be nice to have memories of your mom; I mean I don't remember my dad at all. All I have is a picture to know what he looks like. I built him up as a hero, but what if he wasn't?"

"I'm sure he was Finn, he was your dad. I think every little boy idolizes his father at some point. I used to love playing with my mom, I remember loving the way she smelt."

The two brothers smiled as they shared their lost memories of their long-gone parents. Kurt had kept his mom's dresser in the house and Finn had brought his dad's chair with him when they moved in. Though it was only temporary in the Hummel household, they both knew that once they moved they would somehow convince their parents to hold on to the memories of the deceased family members.

"This Christmas is going to be awesome man! Like, it's the first time I've had a dad, you know? We can actually be a family for once."

"Yes we can," Kurt forced himself to smile as he silently remembered that Blaine wouldn't be joining them this year even though he was family too, "So what's up in New Directions?" Kurt asked changing the topic for the rest of the ride home.


"Finn Hudson, make sure you don't bring a scratch to my stuff or else I will end you!" Kurt yelled behind him as he brought Pavarotti (the cutest bird in existence) into the house.

"Dude, why do you even have so much stuff?"

"I'm staying here for almost a month Finn, what do you expect?" Kurt huffed as the tall boy stumbled after him, grumbling about carrying everything.

"Just leave it in the living room. I'm scared you'll hurt yourself, or worse my McQueen," Kurt instructed as he made his way into the house, "Dad?" he called out.

"In the kitchen Kurt," his father's voice echoed back. Finn shrugged at Kurt's questioning face. How come Burt wasn't greeting them at the door? Kurt handed off Pavarotti to Finn and silently told his brother to follow him. As they neared the kitchen they could hear hushed talking.

Kurt pushed on the swinging door to the entrance and nearly squealed at the sight he saw.

"Angel!" Kurt launched himself into the man's arms. Blaine chuckled as he caught the teenager and gave him a tight squeeze before leaning back against the kitchen counter again, still holding Kurt loosely around his waist.

"Hey Beautiful," Blaine greeted as he pulled back.

"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming!"

"Surprise! Like I would spend my Christmas anywhere else then with you!"

"You know, I'm sitting right here. It's a sad day when your own son doesn't care about you, isn't it Carole?" Burt jokingly asked his wife.

"Sorry Dad!" Kurt quickly leaned over to give his dad and Carole a hug before settling back into Blaine's arms. He didn't miss the triumphant grin Blaine shot his dad. Maturity of a five year old!

"So when did you get here? How long are you staying here for?" Kurt fired at Blaine.

"I got here just over an hour ago and I'm leaving after New Year's. Are you excited?"

Kurt viciously nodded his head like a bobble head doll.

"Yeah and ever since he got here he's been charming the pants off of Carole. Kurt, I think he's planning on stealing my wife from me. We've only been married for a few months!" Burt interrupted.

"It's not my fault that Carole enjoys my company. She's a lovely woman, but hardly my type," Blaine threw her a wink, "Sorry Carole. Besides Burt, you should be more concerned about me stealing your son away from you." Kurt playfully smacked the man and Blaine happily nudged him back.

"Yeah, well I think you stole him a long time ago Kiddo," Burt responded.

"Um, hey Kurt? Where do you want me to put Pavarotti? His cage is kinda getting heavy and all."

Kurt turned around to see his brother holding the bird cage with a tweeting canary. Finn looked quite uncomfortable with the scene in front of him. The guy from the wedding was in his kitchen and once again pinned to Kurt's side like he belonged there. It was weird.

"Just set him on the table, Finn." Once Finn did as he was told, Blaine immediately moved towards the cage.

"Oh hello there. Aren't you a pretty bird! Oh, look at you! You're just the best! You know I used to have a canary when I first joined the Warblers too. I miss that little guy," Blaine turned around in his cooing to address Kurt.

"Did you really?"

"Uh huh. I loved to listen to him sing all day. Where did you find a Burberry canary cage cover?"

"Canaries don't like the cold, especially Pavarotti," Kurt informed the man. Blaine hummed in acceptance.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. How rude of me. I'm Blaine Anderson," Blaine stuck out a hand for Finn to shake. Finn wearily took it and let go quickly.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Anderson."

"Don't call me that. I'm not that old!" Blaine admonished playfully.

"Well…" Kurt trailed off from behind him. Blaine whirled around and pinched the teenager's side playfully.

"Brat!" Kurt laughingly slapped his hands away as they moved on to tickle his sides. Kurt's shrieks of laughter filled the room until he could finally grab Blaine's hands and hold them still. Blaine smiled softly and repositioned their bodies so that Kurt's back was against Blaine's front. Both their hands interlocked against Kurt's stomach as they continued to smile in bliss at each other.

"Hey, you called me 'Mr. Hummel' and 'Sir' for months after we first met!" Burt recalled from his spot at the table.

"Yes I did. And what does that tell you?"

Finn watched in awe as this man that he didn't know had the guts to stand up to Burt like that. As cool as Burt was he still scared the crap out of Finn sometimes. This Blaine guy had balls. He didn't even seem fazed by the glare Burt threw at him. To be fair though, he had probably had his share from Kurt. But wait…

"Hey hold on, I'm still confused," Finn started ignoring Kurt's eye roll, "Are you two boyfriends or engaged or what?"

Kurt's eyes widened as he choked on thin air, behind him Blaine dissolved into a fit of laughter. The older man tightened his grip on Kurt as he buried his head into Kurt's neck. Kurt very maturely began elbowing the angel behind him, trying to get him to stop laughing. When that didn't work he began to swat the man's arm. Blaine grabbed his hands before he could do any more damage to the man's body.

"That's abuse!" Blaine cried.

"Oh shut up you idiot!" Kurt countered, "Finn, why the hell would you think…that?" Kurt hissed out.

"Well I don't know! You're just…he looked like he was proposing to you at the wedding!" Finn blurted out.

"I'm in high school," Kurt seethed, "Did you honestly think I would say yes?"

"Wait, so you're boyfriends then?" Finn dumbly asked.

Kurt all but growled, Blaine held on to the boy as he shushed him reassuringly, kissing his cheek as he did so. Seriously, what else was Finn supposed to think when they kept flirting with each other like that?

"We're not engaged Finn," Blaine explained, "Alas Kurt has once again rejected my proposal of marri-ah!" Blaine narrowly ducked out of the way from Kurt's flying hands.

"Uncalled for attack! Unfair! Mean!" Blaine yelled as he shielded himself from the cross teenager.

Kurt whirled around on Finn, "We are not engaged. We are not dating. We are nothing but friends Finn."

"Best friends," Blaine weakly corrected as he cowered in the heat of Kurt's glare.

"And you!" Kurt turned on Blaine, "I will end you! You jerk! You are terrible at defending my honour!"

"I wasn't trying to defend your honour; I was trying to explain your rejection of my love-ah! Would you quit hitting me?! When did you become so violent?"

"High school," Kurt said deadpanned.

"Clearly," Blaine muttered as he rubbed at his offended shoulder.

"I think this is better than my reality television," Carole interrupted the oncoming blood-shed.

"I know right? Never a dull moment with Blaine around."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Yup."

"Wait…" Finn started again.

"Now what?" Kurt asked, clearly irritated by his brother's previous comments.

"I was just going to ask where Blaine's going to sleep. I mean, do I have to leave my bed in the basement?"

"Wait how come he gets a bed?" Blaine asked.

"Because he's a member of this family," Burt replied.

"What, and I'm not?" Burt merely rolled his eyes in response.

"Well Finn, if you're offering I will happily take your bed," Blaine began charmingly.

"Nope, you're sleeping on the couch," Burt interrupted again.

"What?! Why?!"

"Because I said so."

"But Burt…" Blaine trailed off pouting.

"No, put those eyes away young man. I don't have to let you stay here!"

"Ha! Like Kurt would ever allow you to kick me out! Tell him Kurt."

Kurt appraised the man in front of him, "Oh I think you'll be just fine on the couch Angel. You're compact enough for it and everything. You'll be perfectly comfortable," Kurt coolly responded, clearly put off by the earlier events that had transpired.

"But Kurt! You're supposed to be on my side!" Blaine whined.

"Too bad," Kurt got dangerously close to Blaine's face as he answered. Spinning on his heel and heading for the living room he called back, "Come on Finn! You need to help me move all my stuff downstairs! Now!"


"Hello! Is anybody home?" Blaine called out as he entered the Hummel residence.

"In here," Kurt's voice echoed through the halls. Blaine smiled as he followed the sound to find Kurt in the den. The young man was sprawled out on the couch reading a rather thick textbook, barely keeping his head up in his hand.

"Hey Gorgeous," Blaine greeted as he settled onto the arm of the couch by Kurt's head, "What are you doing? And where is everyone?"

"Carole's at the hospital. Dad got called into the garage to help out and I opted to stay home. And Finn's at school. It's a Monday remember? And McKinley doesn't get out until this Friday."

'Oh' Blaine mouthed, "What's that?" Blaine asked pointing to the large book in Kurt's hands.

"I'm reading a riveting chapter on Charlemagne. Honestly you'd think with finals being over at Dalton they'd ease off the homework for a while. Was it this bad in your day?"

"Stop making me feel so old, 'my day'" Blaine mocked, "And yeah, it was. Never really bothered me though, I usually stayed at Dalton during the holidays anyways. My brother would just pick me up on Christmas Eve and drop me off a couple days later. I'd spend New Year's with my friends."

"No family on your birthday? That seems sad," Kurt commented dolefully.

"Maybe," Blaine gave a sad smile, "But I liked it that way. You're forgetting that I don't get along with my parents. Anyways, why didn't you ask me to stay? I could have kept you company."

Blaine had decided to do some exploring and let Kurt spend the morning with his dad who was still there when he had left.

"No point in that," Kurt waved it off, "Besides, I would have gotten terribly distracted with you around."

"Yes, I supposed I am rather distracting," Blaine murmured as he leaned into Kurt. The teenager sucked in a breath when he realized how close the older man was. Oh wow, Blaine had such pretty eyes and he could practically count all the beautiful eye lashes…

"Oh, hey what's that?" Blaine jumped off the couch and headed towards the table.

Kurt shook the haze away and brought his attention to what Blaine was currently fiddling with, "Oh, that's an old radio. Carole dug it out of her box of stuff. According to Finn they would play it during Christmas time and sing along to the Christmas carols."

"We have to do that!"

"What? Blaine, I have to study!"

"Oh, please Kurt, please?" Blaine begged. Damn puppy eyes.

"Alright," Kurt sighed, "Anything to stop me from reading Charlemagne."

Blaine squealed as he slammed the book shut in front of Kurt just as a familiar melody filled the room. Blaine's eyes brightened as he twirled and motioned for Kurt to start them off.

"I really can't stay" Kurt sang out loud and clear

"But baby it's cold outside," Blaine continued.

Slowly they began to dance around each other.

"I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice," while singing this Blaine grabbed hold of Kurt's hands and squeezed. Only to have the younger one let go and continue their game of cat-and-mouse. Blaine grinned as he gave in to the chase.

"Beautiful what's your hurry?" Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips from behind, he could practically feel Kurt's smile though he couldn't see it. Again Kurt moved out his grasp.

"Your eyes are like stars," Blaine tilted Kurt's chin as he gazed into the teenager's eyes. Kurt moved again.

"Mind if I move in close," Blaine swung and arm around Kurt's waist and spun the teenager into his hold. Kurt simply ducked out and headed for the piano on the other side of the room. Blaine happily joined him and began playing along to the music. Kurt loved it when Blaine played for him. Continuing their game Kurt got up and floated away again.

"Gosh your lips look delicious," this time Blaine spun Kurt around and briefly brushed his nose against Kurt's own. He was so close that he didn't see Kurt's eyes widen the tiniest bit.

By the time they got to the final strain the two had migrated towards the open entrance of the room standing underneath the entryway. Blaine had Kurt in his arms as he always did and Kurt had wrapped own arms around his angel's neck. When the song faded away Kurt breathed heavily from the intense number.

Clearing his throat, trying to lighten the mood Kurt said, "Well that was nice. Well as nice as a date-rape Christmas carol can be."

Blaine's eyes widened, "It's about date rape?"

"Blaine, how did you not know that?"

"I didn't – I – how?"

"Oh come on, the lines about 'what's in this drink' and she keeps saying she has to leave…Blaine it's obvious."

"What? No, that can't be…" Blaine's eyes widened in realization, "Oh my God." The man buried his head into Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt petted the man's hair as he asked, "Okay, what's wrong?" Not catching the muffled response Blaine gave Kurt asked him to repeat himself. Removing his face from Kurt's shirt the man replied:

"I just sang a date rape song with a 16 year old! Oh God, now I just feel like a horrible creepy old pervert!" Once again Blaine buried his head into the crook of Kurt's neck. Kurt cooed and continued to stroke Blaine's hair as he reassured the man that his innocence was still intact. Then something caught his eye. Immediately he stopped the petting and reassuring.

"Um, Blaine?" Blaine hummed in response, sending vibrations down Kurt's side. Ignoring the thrill of the sensation Kurt continued, "Blaine, there's mistletoe above us."

Immediately Blaine's head sprung up to see above them.

"Since when do you guys put mistletoe up?"

"I don't know, it must have been Dad and Carole."

"Huh."

"Um, what do we do?" Kurt asked quietly, hoping that Blaine couldn't hear his heart beating erratically.

"Well I believe the rules are rather clear," Blaine smirked. Saying nothing more Blaine moved his hands from Kurt's waist and took Kurt hands in his own. Interlacing their fingers together the angel pushed Kurt gently against the wall of the doorway. Kurt had to remind himself to breathe, and keep his heart from jumping out his chest. Closing his eyes, the teenager exhaled slowly, waiting for what was about to happen next.

He could feel Blaine crowd his personal space, more than he usually did. He could feel his nerves began to frazzle from the proximity and intensity of it all. He could feel the sparks cascading down him the closer Blaine got. Blaine rested his forehead against Kurt's as his nose touched Kurt's. Oh God, so close. How did he breathe again?

This was it: he was finally going to get his real first kiss from his angel. His perfect, wonderful angel. Kurt held his breath and waited.

And then….

Nothing.

No kiss on the lips. No undying confessions of love. No nothing.

What Kurt wanted to happen: get kissed.

What really happened:

Blaine chuckled softly, more to himself than anything. Then, though Kurt couldn't see it, he smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to Kurt's cheek. Dangerously close to Kurt's mouth, but his cheek none the less. That's it?! Saying nothing, the man stepped back, still holding hands with the teenager.

With Blaine out of his bubble, Kurt's head finally cleared to comprehend what had just happened. Blaine didn't want to kiss him. Because Karofsky already had and now he was broken. Tainted. Opening his eyes, Kurt addressed the man in front of him:

"I…" his words failed him.

"A kiss under the mistletoe. I believe those were the rules. No one ever said it had to be one on the mouth," Blaine winked as he grinned at the boy in front of him.

Kurt blinked. Blaine didn't want to kiss him. Kurt tried to ignore the feeling of his heart sinking into his stomach and the lump forming in his throat and the blurring of his vision.

"I – right," Kurt responded, not quite knowing how to answer the happy man in front of him, "We should – I – Finn said he wanted cookies. I should go make those now."

Kurt untangled his hands from Blaine's and headed for the kitchen, not sparing a glance back at the man lest his heart break all together.

If Blaine was thrown off track by the sudden change in subject, well he didn't let it show.


"Blaine, what are you doing on my bed? Why are you always on my bed?" Kurt asked exasperated as he made his way downstairs to his bedroom. The teenager had come home to find Blaine once again sprawled out on his bed. He looked peaceful with his arm covering his eyes as he just laid there.

"It's comfy," Blaine briefly explained. The man moved his arm to regard the teenager in front of him. Kurt had his hands on his hips as he stared at the sight in front of him. Blaine caught his eyes, sighed and then covered his face again.

Quietly the man asked, "Are you done ignoring me then?"

"What?" Kurt asked dumbfounded, "I'm not ignoring you. Who said I was ignoring you?"

"Nobody had to tell me Kurt. It's pretty obvious."

It was true, ever since their Christmas duet and the kiss that never was, Kurt had gone out of his way to avoid Blaine. It had been nearly a week of Kurt eluding Blaine. He just didn't know how to handle the situation; the rejection had stung quite a bit. But Kurt wasn't about to admit that to Blaine.

"I'm not ignoring you." Blaine just made a doubtful sound in response.

"Blaine, I'm not!" Still no response. Fine then, Blaine wanted to act like a child? Kurt could play that way too. Kurt moved on to the bed beside Blaine and began poking the man in his sides. Blaine flinched back the slightest but refused to look at Kurt; merely swatting the boy's hands away.

Kurt huffed in response and contemplated silently for a few seconds. Kurt sighed as he made his decision. Without any warning, Kurt swung a leg over Blaine's waist so that he was straddling the man, knees on either side of Blaine. The angel made no movement except for the groan from the sudden jostling of the bed.

Kurt sighed again as he began to pry Blaine's arm away from his eyes. It was a tough battle, but eventually Kurt managed to break Blaine's iron grip. Unfortunately, Kurt lost his balance and fell forward towards Blaine.

The angel reacted quickly and grabbed Kurt's hips to hold him in place. Kurt ended up with his forearms holding him up, framing Blaine's face, as he breathed heavily from the exertion, just a few inches away from Blaine.

"Hi," Kurt said breathlessly.

"Hi," Blaine murmured in response, taken aback by the closeness of the situation.

"I wasn't ignoring you."

"Yes you were. You just don't want to admit it to me. Which is fine, I guess. I just wanted to know what I had done wrong."

"You didn't," Kurt bit his lip, "You didn't do anything wrong. It was just me. I was overthinking things and made them weird and then…I don't know. I just couldn't face you. I blew things out of proportion."

"I thought we agreed to talk about stuff like that?" Blaine pouted.

"I know, I know, I was just…I don't know…I was just being me. I was overthinking it, I'm sorry."

"Dangerous thing, thinking," Blaine whispered as he rubbed circles into Kurt's hip with his fingers. It was highly distracting for Kurt.

"So," Kurt said clearing his throat, "What are you doing down here?"

"I was trying to take a nap until someone rudely interrupted."

"You poor thing," Kurt mocked, "Why didn't you just stay on the couch?"

"It hurts," Blaine groaned as he shifted slightly underneath Kurt, "I might be small – quit laughing – I might be small, but I'm still not small enough for the couch. My back and neck are killing me. So I decided to take your bed instead, since you were gone for the day and all."

Kurt bit his lip as he considered the man below him. Sighing as he made his decision, Kurt sat up as he settled onto Blaine's thighs.

"Take off your shirt."

Blaine shot up at the words then winced in pain. The sudden action caused Kurt to get tossed to the side of Blaine.

"Excuse me?" Blaine asked wide eyed.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Oh shut up. I know you're wearing an undershirt underneath, and you complain about me having layers. Just take off your shirt."

Blaine continued to stare wearily as his fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt, "You know if I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to seduce me. Which, shame on you, because I'm really more of a dinner first kind of guy. I'm not that easy Hummel," Blaine winked roguishly at Kurt.

Kurt felt his cheeks flush at Blaine's comments, "Would you shut up? Just…just lay on your stomach, okay?"

Blaine stared until he finally understood what was going on. Smiling gratefully, the man grabbed a pillow and fluffed it up before plopping face first into it.

Blaine closed his eyes and smiled blissly to the side. He let out a small grunt when he felt a weight settle onto his lower back. He could feel Kurt's light touch on his shoulder blades as the boy leaned close to his ear to ask:

"Is this okay?"

Blaine shivered slightly from the whisper, "It's fine," he murmured back.

Kurt began kneading at the tense muscles on Blaine's back, working his way around the man's neck. The teenager tried to ignore the moans of relief that sent heat pooling low in his stomach. Those did not end in good thoughts, especially with him straddling Blaine.

Kurt moved his hands up and down Blaine's back, massaging the tired muscles and working out all the kinks.

"God Blaine, you're so tense. You're getting so old," Kurt teased, interrupting the groans Blaine was letting out.

"Shut up! No jabs at my age or height, remember?" Blaine shot back as he shifted underneath Kurt's weight and readjusted his head on the pillow.

"I'm taking that as acknowledgement that you are both old and short."

Blaine didn't bother to dignify that statement with a response. For a while the only sounds that filled the air were Blaine's sighs and moans of pleasure as Kurt relieved him of his aches and pains. Finally feeling human again, Blaine shifted under Kurt's weight and turned over completely.

Now Kurt was straddling Blaine's waist, his hands wandering around the angel's torso. Blaine anchored the teenager by placing his hands on Kurt's hips, keeping him still.

"Thank you, I really needed that," Blaine's voice was soft, not wanting to ruin the quiet and somehow intimate atmosphere.

"You're welcome. Do you want me to get off now?"

"You're fine; you don't have to go if you don't want to."

Kurt accepted the invitation and settled back onto Blaine's thighs, hands still roaming the man's shirt.

"You should probably put your shirt on now."

"I'm fine," Blaine replied, "What's got you nervous?"

"What makes you think I'm nervous," Kurt's voice came out higher than expected.

Blaine grabbed hold of the teen's hands and held them still, Kurt looked down sheepishly.

"Come on Kurt, you can tell me anything. Honesty, remember? You promised. Let me help with your thinking."

"Why didn't you kiss me?" Kurt blurted out.

"I – what?"

"Why didn't you kiss me? That day under the mistletoe? You didn't…why?"

Blaine sat up slowly, crossing his legs in front of him and pulled Kurt into his lap before he could get away.

"Is that why you've been avoiding me?"

"I just," Kurt bit his lip, "You didn't kiss me and I can't figure out why. I mean, you flirt with me all the time but then you didn't kiss me."

"I kissed you on the cheek," Blaine argued weakly, he wasn't seeing the problem here.

"That doesn't count Blaine!" Kurt groaned.

"I – Kurt…did you want me to kiss you?" Blaine asked quietly.

Kurt began to play with his angel's flimsy white shirt.

"Kurt," Blaine prodded.

Kurt sighed and shrugged, "I don't know, maybe? I just…you're my angel, I trust you. It would be nice to have my first real kiss with you." Kurt could feel the blush spreading across his cheeks as he said it, and he didn't even mention his crush on Blaine!

"Oh Sweetheart," Blaine cooed, "I couldn't…Kurt you're sixteen and I'm a grown man. As…different as our relationship may be from a normal friendship, kissing you would be crossing a line. It's…Baby, if I were to kiss you on the lips, it would be romantic, not a friendship anymore. You are so young Beautiful."

"I thought you always complained that you weren't old?"

Blaine chuckled, "I think unfortunately we both know that I am. I am twelve years older than you Kurt, that's a big age difference. Honey, you had your first kiss stolen from you, I wasn't going to take your first real one too. That wouldn't be fair to you."

"Even if I wanted you to?" Kurt asked feebly, knowing the answer before Blaine even said anything.

"Trust me, you don't. One day, I'll just be some old man you won't even remember."

"Never, you're my angel," Kurt responded. He let Blaine hold him in the silence before telling the man what had really been on his mind, "I thought you didn't want to kiss me because Karofsky already had and I wasn't…right anymore."

Blaine tightened his grip on the teenager, "You listen to me Kurt Hummel. You are the most amazing person I have ever had the good fortune of meeting. I could never think that there was something wrong about you, or that you're broken. You never thought that about me, even in my darkest times. You may not be perfect, but you are perfectly imperfect to me. I love you so, so much, Baby. Nothing is ever going to change that."

"I love you too Angel, I'm sorry." For some reason, the conversation had caused tears to spring from Kurt's eyes.

Blaine shushed him as he let Kurt cry into his shirt, "You have nothing to be sorry about. Just stop shutting me out, I want to know what happens in that mind of yours. I love you so much." Blaine placed chaste kisses into Kurt's hair as he spoke, continuing to comfort the teenager in his arms.


Moments for Finn

On Christmas Eve Finn bounded into the kitchen, to find Kurt making pancakes. He loved Kurt's cooking – it was awesome! And now he had three weeks off from school, which also meant three weeks away from Rachel. He couldn't believe she cheated on him…whatever he didn't want to think about it.

"Hey little brother, what're you making?"

"I'm older than you! Pancakes, what kind do you want?"

"Oh, could I have chocolate chip? It's my favourite!"

"Of course it is, do you want to help out?"

"Um, Mom doesn't usually let me loose in the kitchen. I think she's scared I'll burn the place down."

"That doesn't really surprise me. Well then, just take a seat, I'm almost finished anyways."

"Awesome, thanks man." Finn poured himself a glass of milk as he sat down at the table. He was super excited, they would be making the gingerbread house and baking cookies today, it was going to be awesome. Just then they heard a loud thump from the living room.

"Um, should we?" Finn trailed off, Kurt seemed unfazed by the sound.

"Don't worry, it's just Blaine, the couch must have been too small for him."

Finn listened to the muffled curses and groans the man made. Then twenty minutes later the curly haired man stalked into the kitchen, still dressed in his PJ's (a t-shirt and sweatpants) but obviously freshened up a bit. He still looked tired as hell. Finn still wasn't sure what to make of the man. He seemed nice enough, but it was just weird to see someone that close with Kurt.

"Morning," Blaine threw groggily at Finn. The lanky boy responded with the same amount of fervor.

Finn watched as Blaine came up behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around Kurt, burying his head in the taller boy's shirt.

"Morning Beautiful," Blaine greeted quietly. Finn almost couldn't look away. It was like a car crash, actually no car crashes were bad. This wasn't bad, just weird to watch. Still he couldn't tear his eyes away as Kurt ran a hand through Blaine's unruly curls, kissing the man on his cheek. I thought Kurt said they weren't dating Finn thought. This made his head hurt.

"What are you making?" Blaine asked sleepily.

"Pancakes, you want?"

"Mm hmm, blueberry please."

"Okay, go sit down Angel."

Blaine pecked Kurt on the cheek before taking the seat across from Finn. Neither of them chose to break the awkward silence between them.

When Kurt brought Finn's pancakes he squeezed Blaine's shoulder as he made his way back to the stove. The only way Finn could describe the look that crossed between them was: 'loving'. Finn took a bite of his pancakes. It was too early to think about the semi-possible-love-life his step-brother might have. Maybe in the afternoon…after sleep…and more pancakes.


"Finn, easy on the icing!"

"Oh come on Kurt! It's supposed to be a snowy rooftop. The icing is like the best part!" Finn argued as he continued spread the icing on the gingerbread house. The Hudmel household was spending the afternoon in the kitchen making a gingerbread house and baking cookies. Well the kids were; Burt and Carole were sitting at the table talking about their respective kid's childhood.

"Don't bother Kurt, that boy loves his sugar. I remember when he was little and he and Noah would take all the cookies from the cookie jar. They thought I didn't notice, but I did."

"You know I don't think Kurt ever stole cookies now that I think about it," Burt mused.

"That's because you never had cookies to put in the cookie jar dad. And even if you did, store bought cookies were horrible. Besides, it's not like you missed out on anything, I'm pretty sure Blaine took all the cookies."

"Guilty as charged," the Anderson spoke up from his spot in the kitchen, "Sugar is good for you Kurt, I don't know why you won't admit it."

"Would it kill you to have vegetables? I mean clearly you didn't have any milk as a child – ahh!" Kurt shrieked as Blaine threw a dish towel in his direction.

"It slipped," Blaine said innocently avoiding Kurt's glare, "Besides I take plenty of vegetables. And the cookies are ready!" Blaine cheered when he heard a ring.

"I didn't know you could bake," Finn interrupted the conversation.

"Despite what Kurt will have you believe, I am quite handy in the kitchen."

"Yes, absolutely wonderful. I don't let you in the kitchen because you make a mess afterwards Blaine," Kurt explained.

"Even still, I am a fantastic cook whether you choose to admit it or not and you love my cookies."

"Where'd you learn to cook?" Finn asked.

"Clearly from all his days as a lonely bachelor," Kurt teased. The teenager immediately jumped back as Blaine swatted his behind with a dishtowel.

"Be quiet you brat!" Blaine exclaimed playfully, "I have told you once and I will tell you again, I don't need a man to complete me! And Finn, my brother taught me how to cook and bake. It was like our bonding time. I think he was trying to teach me how to be a gentleman for my future girlfriend or something. Clearly that didn't work out the way he had planned, but I'm still a gentleman, so…"

"Oh, so did he learn it from your mom? 'Cause my mom won't let me anywhere near the kitchen," Finn said.

"Dear, you nearly burnt the kitchen down the last time you tried to make popcorn in the microwave," Carole explained as if she were talking to a child. Finn frowned as Kurt laughed.

"Um, no actually I think my grandma taught him how to cook. I don't think any of us really trusted my mom in the kitchen. She was a really terrible cook. And also, everybody's almost burnt down the kitchen. Even Kurt," Blaine explained.

"No I didn't!"

"Really? Because I happen to remember a time with-"

"We don't speak of it Blaine! Shut up!"

Blaine broke out laughing at the teenager's anger.

"Dude, really?" Finn asked. Kurt was kind of amazing in the kitchen. Kurt just glared at his brother in response.

"I wouldn't cross him if I were you Finn, he'll hold a grudge for life. Don't worry, I have plenty of other stories to tell you," Blaine smiled.

Grabbing a cookie of the tray Blaine walked towards Kurt, "And you, quit glaring at me like that. You know you still love me. Now come on, open up Beautiful. You can't deny my cookies. They're magical."

Finn stared as Kurt let Blaine feed him the cookie by hand. Burt didn't seem bothered by it in the least and it made Kurt happy. Finn figured this Blaine guy was pretty cool. Maybe he was worth giving a chance.


"There all done," Burt said as he put the finishing touches on the Christmas tree.

"Wow, the angel looks really pretty at the top of the tree Carole," Kurt praised from his spot in Blaine's lap. The two were currently seated on the floor, with Blaine leaning against the couch.

"Well thank you Kurt. It's been in my family since forever, I love it very much."

"Well it's beautiful," Burt also commented.

"So wait, how come you guys put up your Christmas tree on Christmas Eve? Isn't that kind of late?" Finn asked.

"Well, we met Blaine on Christmas Eve the year my mom passed away."

"Yeah, I remember it like it was yesterday," Burt reminisced.

"So do I," Blaine said. That car crash hurt.

"So what happened?" Finn asked.

"Well Kurt's mom always got the Christmas tree, and that year I forgot. So I bundled up Kurt and took him out in the snowstorm."

"That same night, I got into a fight with my parents and took the car and left. Of course, Burt crashed into me on his way back home picking up the Christmas tree."

"So I invited Blaine to come stay with us and we all put up the tree together," Kurt finished the story.

"So what made Blaine come back?" Carole asked. Both Blaine and Burt stared at Kurt, clearly expecting him to tell the story. Kurt groaned into Blaine's shirt before he started.

"Okay, for starters I was eight, so you can't judge me. After my mom died I asked Santa for an angel. And then when we met Blaine, I was sure he was an angel, so I wanted to keep him. That's why he kept coming back."

"So that's why you call him Angel sometimes?" Finn asked.

Kurt nodded, "Yeah, I guess the old nickname just caught on."

"Okay, we can have memory time later," Burt clapped his hands, "Now let's open presents!"

"Awesome! Mom never let me open presents early!"

"That's because you were impatient enough as it was. If I let you open presents a day before you would have never gone to bed," Carole admonished.

Burt explained how the presents on Christmas Eve were usually small things now that none of them believed in Santa and nobody wanted to spend too much money on presents.

Carole received a broach from Kurt, a lovely set of jewelry from Burt, perfume from Finn and even a spa coupon from Blaine. She was shocked that Blaine had gotten her something but the man merely shrugged and said it was tradition and that she was family now.

Finn got a gift card to Breadstix from Kurt (which he thought was totally awesome), new headphones from Carole and Burt and a car magazine subscription from Blaine.

Burt got toolbox from Finn and Carole to use in the car shop, a handmade coupon from Kurt that entitled Burt to one day of no monitored healthy eating (Burt thought that one was the best) and a new set of shirts from Blaine (the kind he liked not the kind Kurt thought was fashionable).

Kurt got a scarf from Finn, a giftcard to anywhere in the mall at Columbus (which had much better selections than anything in Lima) from Burt and Carole and finally, and sheet music from Blaine.

"I don't think I've heard of this song before," Kurt frowned as he looked at the title Not Alone.

"That's because I wrote it, for you. I know you hate it when I spend money on you, so I figured a handmade gift was the best way to go," Blaine smiled and happily returned the hug that Kurt gave promising to play the song for Kurt sometime.

Finally, Blaine opened his presents, from the Hummel's as the Hudson's weren't aware what Blaine would like or that he was even coming. He got a Buckeyes jersey from Burt (Finn was amazed that a gay guy liked football) and a teddy bear from Kurt.

"Oh my God Kurt! I love it! Did you make this?" Blaine asked. The teddy bear was wearing a cardigan and bowtie like Blaine often did. In fact, the man was pretty sure those were mini versions of the clothes he actually owned.

"Just the clothes, do you like it?'

"I absolutely love it! Thank you!" Blaine hugged the boy in his arms.

The family broke off, deciding to drink eggnog and just talk the rest of the evening. Until finally it was almost midnight and the parents decided it was time for bed. Finn yawned and went on his way as he was always the first one up on Christmas day in his household and wasn't planning on that stopping any time soon. Burt and Carole bid their goodnights right after and made their way upstairs.

Finally it was just Blaine and Kurt left. Blaine nudged the dozing boy in his arms:

"Come on Sweetheart, time to go to bed."

"No, don't wanna go! I'm comfy," Kurt whimpered as he snuggled in closer.

Blaine chuckled softly, "Be as that may, you have to go to bed. I'm glad I make a good pillow but you have to go to sleep now. Come on, get up, I have to go to bed too."

"Fine," Kurt groaned as he stretched out like a cat. Halfway out of the room Kurt turned around:

"Merry Christmas Angel."

"Merry Christmas Kurt. Sweet dreams, I'll see you in the morning."


Ok first off credit:

Joykohl: wanted Christmas duet – it's tradition – I hope you enjoyed it

Michelle218: wanted a meaningful first kiss. I know I didn't give that but I had them talk about it instead, I hope that's ok

Anon 'Hi': wanted mistletoe action, again I know it's probably not what you wanted but I hope you still enjoyed.

The song Not Alone is obviously not mine but the amazing Darren Criss'.

Poll:

Same as last time since I didn't get any new ideas:

What presents should everyone get? (This means the whole family not just Klaine)

What questions should ND ask?

Anything else in particular you want to see happen? I will happily put it in there if I can get it to fit the story line you just have to ask! :D

The more answers you give me the longer the next chapter will be.

Also if anyone is interested, after this story is complete I will probably start a series of oneshots in this 'verse. I'm planning on one of the scenes to be the 'fake gum wrapper proposal' scene from when Kurt was a kid.

Also, if you were curious the person that called Blaine at the wedding last chapter was Sebastian Smythe…he will eventually enter this story.

Ok, I think that's all. I'm tired now, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I will hopefully see you soon but I make no promises as exams start next week. Please review, it means the world to me if you do!

Thank you for all your time! Bye!