Ch 9 Phone Numbers In The Snow

A/N: So I just saw Glee Christmas, which was FANTASTIC, so I figured I'd sit down and write some more. The Christmas songs I mention are real, and I don't own them. Or Glee. Though that's a great idea for a Christmas present…Hint Hint. Ryan Murphy…?

Hearts and Hugs,

Kermodei

Sam's POV

The weeks went by and finally we were let out for the holidays.

I knew Kurt wasn't religious, but the whole house seemed exited about Christmas coming up. Especially when they took me to help pick a tree.

"Nah." I said when they invited me, "It's your guys thing anyhow. I'll wait here, maybe help decorate."

"No." Burt said, "You live here as part of the family, you help pick the tree as part of the family." So I joined them.

The old parking lot where the trees were was covered in snow. I wished I had worn a warmer jacket, or at least my mittens, because it was freezing. Kurt ran ahead to the Douglas while his dad started talking to the guy who was selling the trees. I went over to find Kurt.

"What do you think of this one?" he said as soon as he saw me, pulling out a really fat tree that was at least twice my size.

"It's…uh…tall? Yeah, really tall." I said, breathing into my hands to warm them up.

"We have a tall ceiling." Then he measured the tree up to me. "Never mind, we can't put the angel on top." He dropped the tree and kept looking.

"Angel? I thought you weren't religious." I said. He laughed..

"I'm not religious. My mom and I made the angel when I was in preschool. It was always her thing. Christmas, I mean." He didn't sound half as sad as I had thought he would while talking about his mom. He grunted as he pulled out another tree, before dropping it back, saying it was too short.

"Cool. So do you guys go all out every Christmas? With ornaments and everything? Tacky lawn decorations?" I asked as he reached for another one.

"I do. My dad doesn't. And my lawn ornaments aren't tacky, they're quite tasteful. Nothing that has to be inflated." He nodded at the tree, and then called to his dad. Burt came over, approved the tree, and started to carry it over to the car.

"Hey, I can help." I grabbed the tree, which he let go of. He hadn't walked three steps and he was panting. Kurt gave me a thankful look.

The car ride home was filled with rude Christmas carols that I couldn't stop laughing at, and Kurt pretended to hate. Songs like Ho Ho Fucking Ho, Where's Me Fucking Bike, and Get Drunk and Make Out were some of my favorites, thought Kurt was laughing all the way through Daddy's Yelling At The Christmas Tree. It was a merry, obscene ride home.

At home, Kurt and I said we'd decorate the tree and Burt could rest. I started to lift the tree and put it in the holder, but Kurt took it from me.

"I can handle it." He said with a grin. He lifted the thing to his knee height and put it in the hold, and then he ran upstairs to get the ornaments. I just sat in the middle of the living room and smelled the pine tree. It smelt…homey.

"So, we can put the lights on first, then go crazy with the decorations. We'll do the outside tonight before the party so we can see how the lights will work."

"What party?" I said getting up. I wasn't told about a party. I like parties.

"Yeah, we were both invited to a Christmas party at Quinn's house. Her mom says she deserves a relaxing party with her friends, so there's an awesome deal where her mom will go out. It's just going to be Glee, but I'm sure it will be fun. Now can you hand me the first row of lights?" I grabbed it and handed it to him.

He started to wrap it all the way around the tree.

"Crap, can you bring that around back to me? I don't have long enough arms to reach around the tree." He shook the lights so I could see where it was. I grabbed it, and his hand by accident. He pulled his had away really fast, but that weird feeling came back anyway, the same one I had had at the beginning of the month. And at the dance. And even before then, really. It hit in my chest, made me feel sorta exited and anxious at the same time. It made me happy, and a little scared. It reminded me of what Quinn said. I tried to shake it off.

"You know how Christmas was sort of you and your mom's thing?" He nodded and finished stringing the lights, reaching for his ornaments. "Well it was sort of Soph's and mine thing. We would do the whole shebang. Mom hated it, cause she was an atheist and thought it was too commercialized, but dad would buy us a tree and we would decorate and listen to Christmas music, I would drink Eggnog and Sophie would drink hot chocolate cause she couldn't stand eggnog. We'd eat candy canes, and mom would go out. It was sort of bonding for the three of us." I hadn't realized I had had that much to say, but apparently the story was that long. Kurt started to smile. But he didn't say anything. "What?"

"I have the perfect present for you."

Kurt's POV

We finished decorating my front yard by nine, and then we went to Quinn's. A jazzy "Jingle Bells" was playing at full volume when Mercedes answered the door in a Santa hat. She grabbed me in a smothering hug, and did the same to Sam.

"It's about time you all got here. We're singing Christmas carols in the living room." I followed, with Sam right behind me.

We entered the living room, and saw Finn and Rachel singing Last Christmas to each other. I rolled my eyes, and then I started to scan the room for Puck. I needed a favor.

The Jew was in the corner, up to his tonsils in Santana's mouth, with a sad-looking Brittany staring at them. I grabbed his (incredibly muscular) arm.

"Puckerman, come with me, I need a favor." Santana looked up, and laughed.

"Careful, he might want you to blow him." No one laughed. I glared at her, then nodded at her girlfriend, and took Puck away.

"What do you need?" he asked. We had gone to the kitchen, where the music was quiet enough for us to talk.

"I need a phone number."

"Sorry dude, no other gay guys on my phone. One's plenty." I glared.

"No, one of your sister's friends." He gave me a look like I was insane.

"Dude, creepy."

"Not for me, idiot, for a Christmas present." He looked disgusted.

"Not helping." I sighed and explained my plan to him. Understanding finally took hold and he called his sister to get the number. I thanked him, turned around, and headed back to the living room. It was my turn to sing.

Brittany and Santana had just wrapped up "All I Want For Christmas Is You" when I got up. I flipped through the song selection. I wanted something fun, something distracting. I wanted something I could perform to. I selected Santa Baby. Britt grabbed the other mic and started to sing along.

We danced around the living room, making everyone laugh and sing along, especially when Brittany tried to grind her sweet lady parts against my sweet not-so-lady parts, causing me to retreat to the couch, sitting beside Sam. He was smiling in that big, goofy, warm, friendly, sweet, lovely smile, and the feeling that came from just seeing it made me endure more of Britt's lovely lady lumps. I couldn't be that way around him, it just wasn't an option.

The rest of the night was fun. More songs ensued, dancing, flirting, kissing, and joking.

Around midnight, Sam and I were getting ready to leave, both in the frame of the front door, when Quinn came to see us out. She was smiling big.

"What is it, Quinny?" I asked. She snickered some more.

"Look up." I did, as did Sam. To my horror and secret delight, there was mistletoe. I groaned.

"Really? Honey, it's late, can't we just go." She rolled her eyes.

"Of course not. You two have to kiss." At both Sam's petrified looks, and mine she giggled. "Jeeze, it's not that big a deal. It's between friends. It's not like it matters. " But she let the last word hang for a second. I shook my head. "Look, I'll even do it. With the same sex. Hey Britt!" she called. The blond bounced into the room. Quinn kissed her.

"I love you." She said in her usual ditzy, unaware delivery.

"No you don't, go kiss Santana." When the other cheerleader was gone, Quinn gestured to us. It was hard not to want to kiss the gorgeous boy so close to me. But it was puzzling that Quinn, his ex, was pushing us so hard.

"She's going to hold us captive until this happens, isn't she?" Sam asked. I nodded reluctantly.

The kiss wasn't slow or romantic, there was no build up like I had imagined. It was a quick peck on the lips. Sam initiated and ended it. It may have been short, but it was long enough to set my heart on fire. And, for some odd reason, I could swear Sam felt something too. But that was pure ludicrous. I should just focus on the festivities, and not on feelings.

We bid goodbye to Quinn and the rest of our friends, and I prepared for the long, anxiety filled ride home.