A Very Glee Christmas

(Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Klaine, or Baby It's Cold Outside)

The week of Christmas finally came in a rush. It didn't seem like things were going so fast, but after Sectionals it felt like three seconds until the week of finals dawned on Kurt. He was settling into the classes and the ridiculous amount of work, but now with the pressure of finals on his plate, Kurt had no time for the holidays at all. Not like he was that disappointed with that.

He wasn't a big fan of Christmas, and it could be because he didn't believe in God or Jesus. It also may have been because growing up, Christmas wasn't much with just him and his dad. This year though, they had a family to spend the first Christmas together. His dad wanted him home as soon as possible, but Kurt was pushing it as far as he could because he had so many ridiculously hard finals to study and then pass before going home.

The two-week break would be nice though. Kurt really enjoyed Dalton. The halls were filled with very nice guys who didn't lay one finger on him. He didn't hear any rude comments the whole time he was there. It was all he ever wanted, but he still missed Lima. He missed seeing Mercedes, Tina, and even Rachel. He missed his dad and Carole. He knew that Finn and Rachel broke up, so he wasn't looking forward to that so much, but he really just wanted to go home.

With that, he would also miss the new friends that he made in the past couple of weeks. He found it really easy to befriend the guys in Warblers. They were all so nice. Trent loved him, absolutely loved him. Kurt found it funny because whenever he talked to Blaine about him, the boy always shrugged it off. Kurt knew that Trent was in absolute love with Blaine. It was cute, but that led to him wondering the sexuality of his roommate. After asking Blaine, he found out that no one knew and wanted to ask, so Kurt went with it. He didn't really mind anyway.

The two of them could talk about Blaine all day long, and Kurt had heard some very funny stories of the adventures they had as roommates the year before. It was nice to have someone to just gossip to about Blaine, and Trent didn't care if he gushed. It was just hard being with Blaine everyday and falling harder as the time went on. There was no indication that Blaine liked him back, so things just seemed at a standstill. Being just friends was more difficult than Kurt realized it would be.

The Monday before break, Kurt had invited Blaine over to study, but their books were pushed away after a couple minutes. It was hard to study when they had such a good show in front of them. Kurt was lying on his bed with his feet in the air as Blaine copied right next to him. Blaine decided making fun of Trent wrapping Christmas presents was so hilarious.

"Look at his delicate touch to that wrapping paper," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear. "It's like his hands were meant to wrap things."

"You are ridiculous," Kurt claimed, nudging him with his shoulder as he held back a smile. "Stop making fun of him. I don't know why I put up with you sometimes."

"Oh, I'm your best friend and you know it, Kurt Hummel." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh look, Trent's starting the bow! Look at how into it he is. So perfect."

This time Trent's head rose, eyes catching Blaine's. "I know, I'm perfect Blaine, but not as perfect as you, I'm afraid. If you want me to teach you some of my magic, I'd be happy to."

Kurt smiled; sweet naïve Trent didn't know Blaine was making fun of him. "Trent, don't worry about Blaine, he's being an ass. Continue with your amazing wrapping."

Blaine snorted, leaning his head down on his neglected book. He broke into a fit of laughter and Kurt rolled his eyes again. "You are a horrible friend."

"Lighten up," Blaine demanded as he sat his head up, his smile lighting up his whole face. "You are just a stick in the mud, that's what you are. Go back to your studies."

"I would if you'd shut your trap." Kurt smiled as he pulled his book closer again. "You know that you should be working too if you want to pass your final tomorrow."

"You two are like an old married couple," Trent observed. "All you do is bicker and fight. It's really sickeningly cute to watch."

Kurt immediately blushed, looking down, watching as Blaine beamed out of the corner of his eye. "Well, I get to be the man in the relationship. You can definitely be the woman because you have the better fashion taste."

"We don't always bicker and fight," Kurt fought, looking up. "It's just that when Blaine is being annoying and acting like he's four years old, I have to be the responsible one and get everyone on the same page."

"I am not four years old, I'm like eight." Blaine began to roll off the bed, and Kurt watched as he stood and gathered his things. "Well this was fun guys, but I'm sick of being made fun of. You are all meanies."

"That boy," Kurt sighed, shaking his head after he left. "I swear he will be the death of me. And you." He sent a glare at his roommate. "An old married couple? Really?"

"What?" he asked, shrugging. "It's the truth. Besides it's not like you or him are going to take the step towards what you both really want, so I guess I'll just have to push you two towards each other."

"I hate you. Go back to your wrapping and leave me alone so I can study for my final tomorrow." Trent looked like he wanted to protest, but didn't. It made Kurt happy and relieved. He focused back on his book, but his mind eventually drifted off to a particular Warbler.

-1-

After seeing how one final went, Kurt knew that he had to bust his butt for the next two he had the next day. He was just honestly ready to get done with them. He was focused on his book, and obviously not paying attention when he heard a loud boom. He looked up startled. Of course it was Blaine, dapper as ever, with a smile on his face. Man was Kurt falling hard.

"Hey," Blaine greeted brightly, smiling mischievously.

"You scared me," Kurt admitted, a little breathless, but generally happy to see his best friend.

"Good." He moved closer to Kurt. "Because I'm actually Marley's ghost, and I'm here to tell you to stop studying so hard."

Kurt hummed in response as Blaine sat himself down across from him. He noticed the radio that Blaine neglected to talk about. "What's with the boom box?"

"I need you to sing with me," he informed matter-of-factly. "Well, rehearse with me. I got a gig singing Baby It's Cold Outside in the King's Island Christmas Spectacular!"

"Ah," Kurt said impressed. The song was really one of the only ones that he actually liked. "A personal favorite. Too bad they'd never let us sing it together." Kurt immediately regretted it because Blaine tilted his head in confusion "I mean, as two artists."

"Mmm," Blaine said, seeming like he understood. "So, you gonna help me out here?"

"Anything to get me to stop reading about Charlemagne," Kurt said, jumping at the opportunity.

"Very good, then!" Blaine closed Kurt's textbook before walking over to the boom box, clicking the play button. Kurt admired how into it he already was as he did a fancy little turn, then a dance step, sitting on the couch and motioning Kurt to start.

I really can't stay – But, baby, it's cold outside

I've got to go away – But, baby, it's cold outside

This evening has been – Been hoping that you'd drop in

So very nice – I'll hold your hands; they're just like ice

Kurt stood from his chair and walked around the room with his hands locked behind his back. If Blaine got to be fun and playful, he was going to be fun and playful. Blaine took that as his cue to follow, no chase was a better word to describe it.

My mother will start to worry – Beautiful what's your hurry

My father will be pacing the floor – Listen to the fireplace roar

So really I'd better scurry – Beautiful please don't hurry

But maybe just half a drink more – Put some records on while I pour

The neighbors might think – Baby, it's bad out there

Say, what's in this drink? – No cabs to be had out there

Kurt was enjoying all the flirting going on. He loved the little actions that Blaine did that he probably didn't even know he was doing. It was getting really playful, and Kurt decided to let himself go, and just go all out. If Blaine could be flirty, he was going to pull out all the stops. This is why he loved performing.

I wish I knew how – Your eyes are like starlight now

To break this spell – I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell

I ought to say no, no, no sir – Mind if I move in closer?

At least I'm gonna say that I tried – What's the sense in hurting my pride?

I really can't stay – Baby, don't hold out

Oh, but it's cold outside

Then Blaine was invading his personal space, and Kurt didn't know how to react. He hated it when people got close unless he initiated it, but this was different. It felt amazing having Blaine next to him, touching him in a flirty way. It was like a step that Kurt didn't think they were ever going to get to. He tried to brush it off and finish the verse, but it was distracting, so he moved to the piano.

I really can't stay – Baby, don't hold out

Baby its cold outside

Blaine was close again, reaching next to him to play along with the song. Kurt didn't know the boy played, so he would have to ask about that later. They locked eyes and Kurt saw a tender look, but he didn't let himself question it too much. He stood and continued the song, Blaine following him like a lost puppy dog. It was nice to be in control for once.

I've got to get home – But, baby, you'd freeze out there

Say, lend me a coat? – It's up to your knees out there

You've really been grand – I'm thrilled when you touch my hand

But don't you see – How can you do this thing to me?

There's bound to be talk tomorrow – Think of my lifelong sorrow

At least it will be plenty implied – If you got pneumonia and died

Kurt's breath hitched as Blaine leaned closer to him, his face so close. Kurt could really just lean out and kiss him, but he stopped himself. He had to keep his mind focused on the song, not how cute Blaine's pout looked.

I really can't stay – Get over that hold out

Oh, baby, it's cold outside

They sat down, almost on top of each other, absolutely no space between them with smiles on their lips. Kurt was lost for words as reality came back and he realized everything that happened during the short couple minutes. He couldn't help the blush that started to form on his cheeks.

Kurt looked away as Blaine continued to smile. Kurt decided to speak first, "I think you're ready."

"Well, for the record," the boy said, standing up and walking around the couch. "You are much better than that girl's gonna be." He smiled and picked up his boom box, leaving the room.

Kurt bit his lip as he watched him leave, but his disappointment was replace with enthusiasm when he saw Mr. Schue walk in. "Mr. Schuester." They both laughed before hugging each other. No matter how much his old teacher annoyed him, he really did miss him and everyone else at McKinley.

"Good to see you Kurt," Mr. Schue said, letting him go so they could look at each other. He raised his eyebrow and pointed to the door. "Someone special?"

Kurt thought about the question, looking to the door. "No just a friend, but on the upside I'm in love with him, and he's actually gay. Call that progress." He couldn't believe he said that. He hadn't even admitted it to Trent or Mercedes yet, but after that flirty duet he was positive. He was in love with Blaine.

Mr. Schue smiled fondly before reaching out to hit Kurt softly. "How are you doing?"

"Classes are harder, but the kids are kinder. But I miss you guys though. So what brings you here? Are you looking at teaching at a place where pencils aren't primarily used as weapons?" He was only half kidding.

"Actually," the man said as he walked past the boy, hand falling on his shoulder. "I need some holiday help. I don't know if you know this, but I am really bad at Christmas shopping. This year I drew Sue in the office pool Secret Santa and I tell ya, I can't think of anything good. And you are so great at shopping I thought I'd-"

As soon as he said Sue, an idea started forming in his head. "I have the perfect idea." He reached over and pulled Mr. Schue with him out of the common room. He had studied enough, so he could afford to take his teacher shopping. Plus he had to find something to get his dad and a certain golden-eyed boy.

-2-

"Trent!" Blaine yelled as he saw the boy that he had been looking for. He really needed to talk to someone that spent time with Kurt. He just couldn't come up with anything. Christmas shopping wasn't his strong suit, but he usually pulled through in the end, but he wanted Kurt to get something that he would really like and use. He rushed up to the boy as he turned to wait for him.

"Hey Blaine," Trent said, smiling brightly. "What can I do for you today, sir?"

They started walking before Blaine started explaining, "Okay, so I am in desperate need for some of your help, Trent. Kurt is my best friend, you know that, and he means a lot to me. I want to get him something really great for Christmas. Do you have any idea on what I could get? I'm coming up with nothing."

Trent nodded, and Blaine's hope grew. "I see, I guess I could help you. He really loves clothes, and I mean designer clothes. He always goes on and on about how he misses his regular clothes at home. You could get him something to wear."

Blaine thought it over; clothes would be a good gift, but he still didn't know what to get. "Okay, but I still am coming up blank. Do you know what type of clothing I should get him? I just don't know. I'm horrible at this."

Trent paused for a minute. "Hmm, maybe some jeans or a nice designer shirt. I really don't know, but I do know that he's going to be happy with whatever you get him. Just sit and think about what you think Kurt would like or want."

Blaine nodded and turned to go to his door. He remembered to thank the boy at last minute. "Thanks for the help." He sighed as he opened the door and went in. "Well that was somewhat helpful, I guess."

"What is it now?" Nick asked, looking up from his textbook that he had lying on his bed. "Is this something about school or finals?"

"No," Blaine muttered, sinking down on his bed. "I'm just at a loss. I want to get Kurt something for Christmas, but I don't know what. I asked Trent and he suggested clothing of some sort."

"It's like you two are dating," Nick informed him. "It's hilarious. You are freaking out over something so acute. Kurt is your best friend, right?"

"Of course," Blaine said, without a beat. He was used to Nick making these kinds of comments. "But we aren't dating. I don't see him in that way, and I'm sure he doesn't see me in that way either. I just want to get him something nice. You know how much he's been through. He deserves something good."

"Well you are the one who knows him the most," his roommate pointed out, sitting up. "Sit down and think. What would Kurt absolutely love if you got him something? What's something that he'd wear or use a lot?"

Blaine closed his eyes and laid back. He went through everything they had been through. Every time they hung out, every conversation they had. He could get him a broach. He wore them all the time, but those could be really expensive. He could get him a gift certificate to get something on Alexander McQueen's collection, but he wanted a present to give him.

Then it hit him, something that a Kurt would love and wear all the time! It was so obvious. "I have an idea!" He proclaimed, smiling. "You now need to come to the mall with me so I can find the perfect one for him."

Nick rolled his eyes and stayed put, not moving an inch. "Up, up, up!" Blaine reached over to pull at his hand. "We gotta get moving so I can give it to him before we go on break."

Nick sighed. "Fine, but you are buying me dinner, no arguing."

Blaine didn't argue as the two of them hurried out of the room. Blaine was bound and determined to find what he needed, and he knew Kurt was going to love it. Now he just had to get it done so he didn't have to worry about it. This was going to be the best present ever.

-3-

Finals were finally over, and Kurt was so relieved that he tossed his textbooks into his bottom desk drawer after his last final, and wouldn't open them until the next year. He was getting his things ready to leave for Lima when there was a knock on the door. He looked up to see Blaine's smiling head peaking in. "Knock, knock, is it alright if I come in?"

"Sure," Kurt said, nodding. "I actually have to talk to you before I leave so good timing, Anderson."

Blaine raised his eyebrows, looking around the room before asking, "No Trent?" Kurt watched him lie down on the other boy's deserted bed before looking over at Kurt.

"He left a little bit ago. He tackled me in a bone-crushing hug before he left though. I'm pretty sure my right lung is permanently damaged, and I'll never be able to breath properly again. I'm still recovering."

"Are you taking everything you have here home?" he asked, stifling a giggle.

"Yes," Kurt said, before explaining further, "I'm going to get a lot of new things for Christmas, so I'm going to be bringing all of those back. Usually, when people have no idea what to get me, they just grab the first designer item they see and wrap it. Not that it bothers me, because I love my closet and everything I have. I just really have an obsession with clothes."

Blaine nodded as he sat up and crossed his legs. "So, you said you wanted to talk to me about something when I first got here?"

"Oh yes," Kurt said, remembering it. He stopped packed to look at the boy. "I actually went to the mall after singing 'Baby It's Cold Outside' with you. I did my Christmas shopping, and I got you the best present ever."

"You didn't have to get me anything," Blaine insisted, but smiling brightly anyway.

"Yeah, yeah," Kurt said, rolling his eyes. "I was actually pretty impressed with my findings." He moved from his bed to the closet and pulled out two bags before handing them over. "Here you go."

Blaine smiled as he took them. "Thank you, Kurt." He opened the first one slowly, revealing a tube of hair gel, the kind that he always uses and a pair of bright yellow sunglasses. Kurt let out his held in breath when Blaine beamed brightly. "Wow, thanks! These are really awesome."

"I know you always have gel in your hair, so I couldn't go wrong with that, and when I was in your room the other day, I saw a pair of broken shades in the trash. These are funky and totally you."

Blaine smiled at the small gifts, looking up to Kurt. "These are perfect, thank you."

"You aren't done," Kurt accused, pointing to the other bag. "You still have one more. I was really excited when I saw these."

Blaine sighed and pulled one of the wrapped gifts out of the bag. They were a pair of skinny jeans, the ones that Blaine seemed so transfixed on when they first met. "Oh wow." A small laugh escaping the boy's lips as he unwrapped the final gift. Out fell a simple red sweater that Kurt just had to get Blaine.

"I thought it'd go good with your skinnies," he explained. "Red always complements everyone features and since you are so short the jeans will make your legs look longer than they truly are. It's also very Christmas, so you can wear them for your show at King's Island."

Blaine stood after, and walked over to engulf Kurt in a hug. "Thank you so much. I just don't get gifts very often from anyone other than my parents. Everyone here agreed to not get each other things, but these are incredible."

"Well that's silly," Kurt said, pulling away. "Now go try them on. I want to see them on you before I leave." When he didn't move, Kurt put his hands on his hips. "Go Blaine."

The smaller boy moved fast, going into the bathroom to change before coming out to model. "So, how do I look?"

Kurt was satisfied with his gifts, because not only did it benefit Blaine, but also he was very nice to look at in the outfit. The pants were definitely a good pick, so Kurt high fived himself in his mind. "Looks great. I'm the best present giver."

Blaine laughed as he looked down. "I actually have something for you too." Kurt's eyes widened as he watched the boy move to the doo. "I'll be right back, so don't go anywhere."

Kurt waited until Blaine came back with a small bag, and he was suddenly intrigued. "It's not much, but I saw it and immediately knew it had to be with you."

Kurt reached in the bag and pulled out the silky fabric. When he saw it, he felt his heart melt because it was so perfect. It was a long light blue scarf with little hints of gray through it. He smiled as the bag slipped from his fingers, but didn't reach to get it. "Blaine, this is so perfect."

Blaine smiled brightly when Kurt looked up. "You like it? I know it's not everything you got me, but it blue is your favorite color, and it'll match your eyes."

Kurt blushed, but didn't care. "Thank you, I love it so much." He didn't stop to worry about it, but he hugged Blaine tightly before wrapping it around his neck. "I needed a new one too."

"Well, I'm glad you like it. I should get going so you can finish packing, but you better text me during break so we can get coffee."

"If you aren't too busy with your show," Kurt kidded, moving to hug his best friend one more time. "Have a good Christmas and a happy New Year, Blaine."

"You too Kurt, you too," Blaine murmured, holding tightly before letting go and slipping out the door after grabbing his uniform and presents.

Kurt smiled, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He ran his fingers against too soft fabric. He knew that it was supposed to be a friendly gift to him from his best friend, but it was so much more. It was a gift from the boy he loved, who didn't reciprocate the feelings. This meant everything to him, and he didn't know if they would ever get together, but he wouldn't give up hope. Never.