Merry Christmas guys XD

I'm giving you two updates in one chapter, because it's christmas and one of them is a christmas drabbleXD

So...Yeah :P

"I'm sorry, Blaine," Kurt whispered as he pulled away. Blaine could see that his eyes were watering as his fingers brushed softly against his own lips, almost like he was pretending Blaine's were still against them. Blaine knew that he felt it too. "I can't do this."

Blaine looked down towards his feet. "Why?" He asked.

"You're Rachel's little brother," Kurt said with a soft chuckle. "It's just – It wouldn't work."

Blaine scoffed and looked up at Kurt. "Rachel has barely spoken to me since I transferred to Dalton, and it only got worse after I came here," he replied stiffly. "I don't see why we have to even bring her into this. She doesn't care, Kurt. She's never cared about anything that I do."

Kurt sighed and grabbed Blaine's hand in his own, and wow, Kurt, you're really doing a great job at pretending you didn't feel anything. "You know that's not true," Kurt told him softly. "She does, Blaine. It's just – she doesn't always make it obvious."

"Kurt," Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt's hand, "She doesn't care – doesn't think – about anyone but herself." Blaine paused and cleared his throat. "Please, Kurt. I want this. I felt something, and I know you did too."

Kurt shook his head, his eyes watering again. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he pulled his hand away, backing up slowly. "I can't."

Blaine watched as Kurt ran down the now deserted hallway. Once he was out of sight, Blaine turned and slammed his hand against the locker once before making his way towards the weight room.

He was fuming. He stormed around the weight room searching for boxing gloves, not even bothering to check the size once he found them. He stuffed his hands in them and stripped down to his tank top before smacking his fist against the nearest punching bag.

Sometimes I wish Rachel didn't exist.

Punch.

Why can't she just care for once?

Punch.

Kurt doesn't want me.

Punch.

Those three thoughts coursed through Blaine's head on repeat, over and over and over. He didn't care that he was missing class or that the homophobic jocks could walk in at any minute.

It's because of Rachel that Kurt thinks we can't be together.

Punch, punch, punch.

She always ruins everything, even when she's the one that doesn't care.

Blaine let out a grown and kicked the punching bag, watching as it swung back in forth.

"Blaine?"

Blaine knew that voice. It was honestly the last voice he wanted to hear at the moment.

"Are you okay?"

Right, like she would actually care. Blaine just rolled his eyes and turned back to the punching bag, hitting it forcefully a few more times. "Since when do you care?" Blaine retorted a few moments later.

"I thought you quit boxing," Rachel said.

Blaine scoffed and stepped away from the bag, watching it swing back and forth. "I did," he responded eventually. "But sometimes it's the only way to get out my anger."

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked, concern showing on her face.

Blaine scoffed and chuckled harshly. "Like I said," he said, sarcasm dripping in his voice. "You don't care. You don't need to pretend."

Rachel sighed and sat down on one of the nearby boxes. "Look," she said, "I know I'm not the best sister. I'm self-centered and I tend to only think about myself."

Blaine nodded and just stared at his sister, hands on his hips.

"But you're still my little brother," Rachel continued. "And when something gets you this upset, I'm going to notice and it's going to become my business."

Blaine rolled his eyes again but didn't respond.

"So," Rachel went on a few moments later, "You can either tell me now, or I can try and drag it out of you."

"God, Rachel," Blaine huffed, "Just stop, okay? You just don't know what it's like!"

Rachel cringed at his volume but held her position.

And, once Blaine started, he couldn't stop. "God, I love him and he doesn't love me back," Blaine continued. "And I know he felt it, but he said it wouldn't work because of you. He said that you wouldn't approve and that we couldn't be together because you're my older sister. It's your fault."

"Blaine," Rachel's voice sounded broken, "Who?"

"Who else?" Blaine scoffed, feeling the tears now welling up in his eyes. He let out a pathetic laugh as he peeled off the boxing gloves. "Who else would be concerned about what you think?"

Rachel sighed and was about to respond when Blaine continued.

"Who have I been in love with since I was thirteen?" Blaine asked, softer than before.

"Blaine, I'm so sorry," Rachel said as she stood up and walked over to where Blaine was standing, his curls breaking free from all the sweat and sticking to his forehead. "I never - I didn't think that Kurt would let me come between the two of you."

"Well he did," Blaine looked down, feeling Rachel's hand brush the curls out of his eyes a moment later. "And it hurts, Rach."

Rachel watched as her brother unraveled right in front of her. And she couldn't help but think that she caused this in some way.

"Do you want me to talk to Kurt?" Rachel whispered a moment later.

Blaine looked up at Rachel, his eyes swimming with tears. "I don't know what you could say," he replied, his voice broken.

"I'll think of something."

Blaine looked at Rachel for a long moment before wrapping her in a tight hug. "Thank you," he whispered.

Rachel hugged him back, feeling like she had been a terrible sister. But Blaine just held her tight, not letting go until the bell rang.

"I'll go talk to him now," Rachel said as she walked out of the room. Blaine nodded, and Rachel was gone.

Blaine didn't think he could go to class. He was sweaty, and he was guessing that his face was tear-stained and that his eyes were red and swollen.

He sat down on the box that Rachel had vacated and waited. He figured there was probably only another left of the school day, and then he'd be free to go home and just curl up in his bed.

The door opened a minute later, Blaine figuring it was some jock or another. He didn't turn around, knowing that it was best to pretend that he just wasn't there, hoping that they wouldn't notice him.

"Blaine."

Blaine jumped, not because the person had spoken but because of who the voice belonged to.

Kurt stood near the door, his hands clenched in front of him. He smiled at him sheepishly, almost in a guilty manner, and in that instant Blaine knew that Rachel had talked to him.

So Blaine did the logical thing that anyone would do. He walked up to Kurt, gripped his face and pulled it to his.

Kurt emitted a small noise and then he was kissing Blaine back. His lips were soft and smooth against Blaine's, his hands tangling in Blaine's escaping curls.

"I'm sorry," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips. "I'm sorry."

Blaine shook his head and pressed his lips against Kurt's harder, his hands on Kurt's hips pulling him even closer.

"I love you," Blaine breathed against his lips in response. "I have since I was thirteen."

Kurt let out a little squeak of approval, his lips trailing down Blaine's jaw.

"Good," he said in between kisses, "Because I think I might love you too."

Blaine grinned and captured Kurt's mouth again, feeling the other boy smiling against his lips.

"Blaine, did you find – oh."

Kurt tried to pull away at the sound of Rachel's voice, but Blaine held him where he was, shooing his sister off with one hand.

He heard Rachel walk out, and, for the first time in three years, he thought that he just might have the best sister ever.

Mistletoe: A Christmas Drabble

Kurt sighed as he walked to Rachel's door, inwardly groaning at the amount of cars that were in her driveway.

Yes, it was Christmas Eve, but the last place he wanted to be was at a Christmas party at Rachel's. She promised there would be no alcohol, but still.

The only thing that kept Kurt going was that her brother would be there.

It wasn't that Kurt liked Blaine.

No, he was only madly in love with him. He had transferred to McKinley at the beginning of the year, and that had only made Kurt's crush worse.

But the problem was that everyone knew. It was apparently blatantly obvious, what with the way he tended to zone out while looking at him. And then there was the fact that Rachel kept telling him that Blaine was crushing on him hardcore too, and had been for years.

Kurt didn't believe this for one second. Blaine was younger, more spirited, proud, talented, completely at one with himself. He wouldn't fall for someone like Kurt. Things just didn't work that way.

So that's why Kurt knew this party was going to be absolute hell. He'd have to avoid Blaine at all costs, knowing that his friends would do something stupid.

"Kurt," Rachel cried as she opened the door. "Finally! You're the last one."

Kurt sighed and walked into the house he had been in so many times before. There was garland everywhere, and there were Christmas lights strung to the ceiling.

He could hear the whole of New Directions chattering in the living room, silently dreading what he presumed would be the worst party of the century.

"Rach, we're out of punch already and –" Blaine had come around the corner, a panicked expression on his face. "Oh," he said when he noticed Kurt. His cheeks tinted and he looked down at his shoes. "Hi, Kurt."

Kurt gave him a weak smile, trying to keep himself from blushing. "Hi, Blaine."

Rachel smirked at the two before pushing past them, Kurt assuming that she was going to check out the punch situation.

"So," Blaine said, clearing his throat. "Uh . . ."

"C'mon," Kurt interrupted him, putting the younger boy out of his misery. "Let's get to the party."

He refrained from grabbing Blaine's hand, instead gesturing for him to follow Kurt into the room.

"Hey, Kurt," everyone greeted him once he walked in, their smiles all turning into smirks when they saw Blaine trailing behind him.

The party wore on, and eventually Kurt found himself extracted from Blaine. However, that didn't stop him from occasionally glancing over at the boy, feeling his heart wince whenever Blaine laughed or smiled.

"You know," Rachel said quietly as she came to stand next to him at the food table, picking a brownie up off the plate. "He's just too shy to make the first move."

"I don't care what you keep saying, Rachel," Kurt sighed, "I doubt he's interested in me."

"Well your longing is getting a bit ridiculous," she chuckled. "You look like a lost puppy right now."

Blaine looked over at them then, his cheeks instantly reddening when he realized Kurt and Rachel were looking at him.

"See?" Rachel said once he looked away. "He's head over heels in love with you."

"Look, Rachel," Kurt sighed again. "I get that you want us together – heck, I want us to get together – but we can't make him like me, okay? We can think what we want but it's not going to change how he feels."

Rachel just shrugged, a mischievous glint shining in her eyes. "Okay," she grinned, "Whatever you say."

"Rachel," he called after her. "What are you planning?"

Rachel just laughed and walked back into the living room.

Kurt stayed where he was, just watching the party go on around him.

"Hey," Finn said as he came up beside him. "Rachel said she has something she wants to show you outside."

"But it's freezing outside," Kurt complained.

"It's Rachel, though," Finn pointed out. "You don't really want to deny her, do you?"

Kurt sighed and shook his head, setting his drink down and heading towards the back door. He slid it open and stepped outside, wrapping his arms around himself as the cold air surrounded his body.

"Rachel, what did you want to – oh." Kurt stopped talking. The figure standing in front of him was definitely not Rachel.

"You're not Rachel," Blaine said, his triangle eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

"Neither are you," Kurt chuckled.

Blaine laughed softly and rolled his eyes. "C'mon," he said, ushering towards the door with his hand. "Let's go inside."

Kurt nodded, tightening his hold around himself and trying to warm his body up.

However, when they got to the door, they saw Rachel standing there, her hand having flicked the lock moments before.

"Are you kidding me, Rachel?" Blaine yelled through the door.

Rachel just grinned and pointed up at the doorframe, a huge smile on her face.

Blaine looked up, his eyes widening when he realized what she was pointing at.

Kurt saw his reaction and looked up too, turning to glare at Rachel once he figured out what it was.

There was a piece of mistletoe hanging from the doorframe.

"I'm going to kill her," Blaine murmured. He turned to Kurt, but he wasn't wearing the expression Kurt expected him to have.

Instead of looking repulsed and angry, Blaine looked like he almost wanted to kiss Kurt. His eyes were shining, a small smile on his face.

Blaine took a step closer, and Kurt felt his heart flip a little. "Well, I guess we have to follow tradition," he said softly, staring intently in Kurt's eyes.

"Umm, yeah," he muttered, his voice weak and breathy.

Blaine smiled fondly at him and took another step closer, bringing his hand up to cup Kurt's cheek. "Can I kiss you now?" He whispered.

Kurt nodded, and Blaine smiled softly before leaning in and pressing his lips against Kurt's.

Kurt inhaled sharply at the contact, not expecting the electric shock that coursed throughout his body. His lips moved smoothly against Blaine's, their lips moving together in perfect synchronization.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and pulled him closer, Blaine's hand leaving his face and moving to his waist, both efficiently deepening the kiss.

Kurt's body warmed up, his fingers no longer feeling like they were going to fall off.

Or maybe he was just distracted.

Blaine moaned a little against his mouth before pulling away just enough so that he could talk. "Would you believe me if I told you that I've been in love with you for a while now?" Blaine whispered, his breath blowing across Kurt's lips.

Kurt wanted to just lean back in and press his lips to Blaine's, but he refrained. For the moment, at least.

"Yes," he replied softly. "Because I've been in love with you for a while now, too."

Blaine chuckled. "Look at us," he said as he rolled his eyes. "We could have been doing this so much sooner."

"Should have listened to Rachel," Kurt chuckled, more to himself than to Blaine.

"Oh my god," Blaine laughed again, burying his face in Kurt's neck. "Was she on your case constantly too?"

"Yeah," Kurt replied, his face breaking out in a wide smile.

Blaine just laughed again and pulled Kurt back to him, pressing his lips against Kurt's.

They continued kissing, discovering each other and making up for lost time.

"Guys?" Rachel stuck her head out the door. "I know you're busy and all, but you're going to get sick if you stay out there for much longer."

"Mmkay, Rach," Blaine mumbled against Kurt's lips, neither boy making an inclination to move. "We'll be in soon."

Kurt didn't know if Rachel had disappeared or not. His mind was a little too preoccupied.

Merry Christmas again :)

I think I might write a Christmas oneshot...but Idk. I'm gonna try and get the epilogue to Life on a Line written but...

you never know XD

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

Review Please :) I hope you all have a fabulous christmas :)