A/N: SO sorry for the wait. I'm pretty sure when you start Junior year of high school they should just make you sign a contract, giving away all of your time 'cause it happens anyways.

So, here's a chapter for you. Introducing two OC's.

Disclaimer: If I owned the show, Julie Andrews would play Kurt's grandma and Anne Hathaway would play her daughter, Kurt's aunt... just saying. Since this isn't happening, I obviously don't own the show.

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The sound of the doorbell rang out though the house. "Kurt, honey!" his mother's voice rang out. "My hands are covered in flower. Can you get that?"

"Okay," he yelled back, moseying out of bed and starting down the stairs. The bell started ringing fast and obnoxiously, repeatedly ding-donging. "I'm coming," groaned Kurt, loud enough for whom ever was on the other side of the doo to hear. He ripped the door open to find a tall brunette with a wide smile standing on the welcome mat.

"Kurtie kins!" the woman said loudly, dropping her purse on the ground to hug her nephew. Her red lips pressed against his temple with a loud smack.

Kurt smiled, wrapping his arms around the woman tightly. "Aunt Monica!"

She pushed the boy back, examining him carefully. "You've gotten tall," she noted, "and you lost all your old baby fat." Kurt nodded. "You're definitely sexy now."

"Aunt Monica," he groaned in embarrassment, his cheeks flushing pink

"It's a compliment," she insisted. "I must meet this boyfriend of yours. My dear sis described him as dapper. Grandma will be so happy to meet him too!" she exclaimed, pushing past him to get into the house, her heels clicking against the foyer's floor.

"Grandma will be so happy to meet whom?" asked a woman sneaking in behind Monica. She reached behind herself and shut the door lightly.

"Gran!" Kurt exclaimed happily, rushing to hug his grandmother. The older woman was short with perfectly cut, short chestnut hair and wore an azure pants suit.

"Kurt, my dear," she sighed happily embracing him back before pushing him away. "Now, who am I going to be happy to meet?"

Kurt blushed happily. "My boyfriend."

"You have a boyfriend?"

"Yes," he said sheepishly.

The old woman smacked her grandson's arm with the back of her hand. He recoiled and made an indignant sound of pain. "Why didn't I know about this?"

He bowed his head. "I don't know."

"Well, when do I get to meet this boy? I need to see if he's good enough for my Kurt." She slid off her coat and turned away to hang it on the stand next to the door before turning back to the young boy.

"He's amazing, Gran. He'll be here later tonight for Christmas Eve." Kurt's lips curled into an involuntary smile at the thought.

"Really?" asked Monica excitedly, jumping up and down like a child.

"Monica, calm down," her mother, Linda, scolded. Crossing her arms, Monica pouted and walked to the front door to pick up her discarded purse and putting it in the coat closet.

"Can you not embarrass me though?" he asked desperately. "I really really like him. I don't want him to run off."

"Oh Kurt, I would never do that," she assured him, walking towards him and wrapping an arm around the boy. Her weight pressed on to his shoulders as she leaned into him.

"Monica," said Gran accusatorily. "You can be kind of embarrassing."

"Mother!" she cried indignantly.

"It's true."

The brunet rolled her eyes. "Don't worry Kurtie. Your boytoy will love me." Kissing him on the head, Monica turned her attention away from her nephew to her sister. "Lizzy!" yelled Monica. "Elizabeth Marie Andrews Hummel!"

"You bellowed?" questioned Elizabeth with a smile, wiping her hands on her apron as she stepped out of the kitchen.

"It's rude not to greet your sister and mother," she stated.

"Well I'm sorry I was trying to get food ready for us," she laughed, waking over to give her mother a kiss and a hug. The older woman smiled happily at her daughter, embracing the young woman. "You do want to eat, don't you?"

"Touché," said Monica.

"Elizabeth, why don't you go sit down with your sister in the living room and Kurt and I will take over for a bit," said their mother. "Right, Kurt?"

"Sure."

"We'll have some grandmother-grandson time."

"You sure, mom?" said Elizabeth.

"I'm sure. You've probably been working all day. Go sit with your sister." The old woman leaned in closer. "Maybe you can calm your sister down," she whispered.

"I heard that!" called Monica who was already walking towards the living room. Elizabeth chuckled, kissed her son on the forehead and followed her sister into the living room.

Linda wrapped an arm around her grandson's waist and pulled him towards the kitchen. "So Kurt," she began. "How are things?"

"Things are good," he said happily. For the first time in a long time it was the genuine truth. Part of him missed McKinley and the New Directions but overall Dalton was a better fit and he had Blaine; perfect, handsome, dapper Blaine. His brain could still not compute how someone like Blaine went for someone like her. Blaine could have any gay guy he wanted (and any girl for that matter) but he chose Kurt. Smiling at the thought, Kurt grabbed his extra apron from the hook in the corner of the kitchen

"You're smiling," noted Gran happily.

"I'm…happy," he said.

"Your mother told me you finally transferred to Dalton."

"Yeah."

"I'm assuming that's where you met this boy who's making you smile so much?" she said teasingly.

"My mom actually introduced us. He's one of her students."

Linda smiled at the thought of her daughter setting her son up. Despite the times she'd grown up in, Linda prided herself on being completely open-minded and raised her children the same way. When she looked at the grown boy in front of her she could still see the chubby fourteen year old admitting, with his eyes cast to the ground, that he was gay. He seemed like he was waiting for her to call him a name or tell him she never wanted to speak to him again but Linda just laughed and pulled him into a tight hug, assuring him that she was proud of him and that she loved him.

The relief etched on Kurt's face broke her heart. He was so used to being called names that he just expected it of everyone.

As the boy set to work she admired the light smile that danced upon his work as he hummed softly and couldn't help smile herself. She was overjoyed that her grandson was happy after the hell he'd been through.

They worked together quickly for an hour or so, chit chatting about Dalton and the Warblers and Linda's writing until the doorbell rang.

Grinning wildly Kurt dashed to open the door. He quickly peeked through the peephole to see a head of jelled hair. "Please forgive my Aunt Monica," Kurt said as soon as he ripped the door open.

"Hello to you too," he laughed, leaning forwards to kiss Kurt's cheek. "And, she can't be that bad."

"Just… don't listen to anything she tells you," he warned as he let the boy in.

"What? Like, stories?" he asked, confusion resting on his brow.

"Yes they're all lies. She's crazy."

Blaine smirked, beginning to take off his coat. "Oh, well now I must meet her. I want embarrassing stories about you."

"I hate you," Kurt pouted, taking his boyfriend's discarded coat and hanging it up as well as grabbing Blaine's over night bag and swinging it over his shoulder.

"Nah, you don't."

Kurt stuck his tongue out at the shorter boy, kissed his cheek, and took his hand to drag him forwards. "Mom! Blaine's here!" he called.

The clicks of high heels sounded quickly as Monica rushed into the foyer. She took in the boy's heavy blue sweater, red plaid tie, and gelled hair and smiled. Dapper indeed. "Oh Kurt! He's so cute!" she exclaimed excitedly. Hearing the commotion Linda stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands off on her apron.

"Aunt Monica-" said Kurt in a warning tone.

"Kurt he's so short! And that hair!" she squealed. Blaine blushed furiously and Kurt squeezed his hand.

"Moni, leave the boys alone," chided Linda. "I'm Kurt's grandmother, it's wonderful to meet you dear." She dragged Blaine into a hug.

His cheeks flushed pink as she let him go. "Thank you. You too. Thank you all for welcoming me into your home."

"So polite!" said Monica. "It's so cute!"

"We're happy to have you, Blaine," said Elizabeth, stepping forwards to hug the boy.

"I'm happy to be here, Mrs. Hummel."

"Please, Blaine. Outside of school call me Elizabeth."

He nodded.

Monica looked like she was about to speak again but Kurt caught her eye and cut her off. "Mom, I'm taking Blaine up to my room before he dumps me for my crazy family," he said.

Elizabeth laughed. "Go, I'll call you down for dinner later. Monica and I can help Gran cook." Monica squawked indignantly but Elizabeth quickly silenced her with a pinch on the arm.

Kurt took his boyfriend's hand, dragging him quickly out of the room. "I'm sorry about my family. And by family, I mean aunt," he groaned as they made their way up the stairs.

Blaine laughed as he let his boyfriend pull him into his bedroom. "I think she's… eccentric. In a good way."

"Eccentric is the lamest way of saying it." Kurt rolled his eyes, dropped Blaine's bag next to the bed and sat down. "She's cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs." He patted the spot next to him, beckoning Blaine to his side.

"Kurt, don't be so mean to your aunt," he admonished with a laugh, flopping down beside Kurt. Feeling comfortable with his boyfriend he leaned back, resting on his elbows and forearms.

"Don't get me wrong, I love her. Just…ugh sometimes!" he grumbled, falling back on the bed beside Blaine.

They were quiet for a moment as they just stared into each other's eyes. "You're cute," smiled Blaine.

"Off topic but, thank you," Kurt responded. Blaine pushed off his right arm rolling onto his side to face Kurt. Slowly they both leaned in and their lips pressed together. Gaining confidence after a minute or so of languid kisses, Kurt pushed Blaine on to his back and crawled into the boy's side, his face hovering over the curly haired boy's before his lips descended once again and they kissed.

Blaine's hand slid over the bed and made it's way up Kurt's arm, squeezing the bicep lightly before continuing over his shoulder and down to the small of his back where it rested. They broke apart once more and smiled at each other.

"Kissing you is awesome," grinned Blaine. Kurt leaned in and pecked Blaine's swelling lips.

"Same goes for you."

"Merry Christmas Eve, Kurt," the curly haired boy smiled, his face so close to Kurt's that he could feel the boy's short, hot breaths fanning on his face.

"Merry Christmas Eve, Blaine."

Without another word their lips connected again and they kissed chastely for another half an hour before they were called down for dinner.

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A/N: I haven't decided yet if I'll do another Christmas update but we'll see. You guys feel free to weigh in!

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