"I can't stay," Kurt says, as they both get to their feet.

"Relax, Kurt, I know you can't stay all night. It's fine."

Blaine leads Kurt down the hallway, pushing open a door on the left. The room is in darkness, and Blaine lets go of Kurt's hand to go flip a small bedside lamp on.

"This is nice."

The bedroom is large, with a bathroom attached. It is decorated elegantly, with dark wood furniture, including a beautiful large sleigh bed, which Blaine now kneels on, pulling Kurt toward him.

"Don't let me rush this, okay?" he asks, gently kissing Kurt's neck.

"What were you planning?"

"I don't know," he admits, his hands now smoothing over Kurt's back. "But I get kinda overwhelmed when I'm kissing you, and I don't want to let things get the better of me, and then it's all over."

"I agree with that. And shall we say that we'll stop, if the other one wants to?"

"Absolutely." Blaine looks up with a funny frown. "Why wouldn't we?"

"Because not all guys are as considerate as you."

"Oh. Well, thank you, I guess. But really, you make me incredibly happy, Kurt, and I've said it before, I don't wanna blow this thing."

He stops, and realizes what he's said at the same time as Kurt does. They burst out laughing, and Kurt gently nudges him back into the center of the bed where he lies on top of him. "I admire your honesty," he says, still sniggering as he undoes his bow tie.

"You're hilarious," Blaine deadpans, but then he shuts up, because Kurt's mouth in on his, and there's far more certainty and passion behind this kiss than there ever has been before.

Blaine has had his fair share of lovers; not a huge number, but enough to have had experience. Still, he's never before felt the unexpected thrill that rushes through him when Kurt finishes unbuttoning his shirt, and then kisses his chest. He doesn't know why it makes him writhe on the bed, and moan low in his throat, but it does, because Kurt's lips, and then tongue, trailing over his body, feels incredible.

His hands fly into his hair, which is soft as it runs through his fingers, and when Kurt starts kissing along the waistband of his pants, he has to pull him back up to eye level, crashing their lips together, as he fumbles with the buttons on Kurt's shirt, which are incredibly small, and, for some inexplicable reason, in groups of three.

"What the hell?" he huffs, letting go for Kurt to sit upright and unbutton them himself. "Your clothing is ridiculous."

"Hey! I wore a normal belt," he points out happily. "And it's not that hard. Look. Done."

He tosses his shirt to the floor, pushing Blaine back against the pillows once more. "Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm nervous as hell. Please tell my inner fifteen year old virgin self to get lost."

"No can do," Blaine says, and he laughs as he pulls Kurt close. "I'm exactly the same."

The feel of their bare chests together turns both on immensely, and they are happy just to lie there, with Kurt on top, kissing, until they can no longer deny their hardness pressing between them, and the deep lust in each others eyes.

It is Blaine that moves first, sliding a hand right down the back of Kurt's pants; or attempting to, anyway. "Oh for..." he mutters, laughing into the gentle curve of Kurt's neck. He tackles his belt, gets his fly open, and then tries again. "Better," he murmurs, nipping at soft skin. His hands squeeze the flesh of Kurt's ass, pulling him close, encouraging him to grind against him, and Kurt cries out in pleasure.

He is unable to resist marking Blaine in some way, but he's sensible enough to do it low down on his neck, so it can't be seen by anyone except them, and then he moves lower, tugging Blaine's jeans down to his ankles, and then off altogether. He stands quickly, lowering his own pants, before lying down on his side next to Blaine, sliding their fingers together.

"You okay?"

"Yes," Blaine whispers. He runs a hand over the front of Kurt's tight boxers, looking him in the eye as he does so.

Kurt doesn't know why it is such a deeply erotic thing, but the heated eye contact turns him on even more than the touch of Blaine's hand, and he holds it, even as he mirrors the action on Blaine. Eventually it is not enough, and they both seem to sense this at the same time, taking their own underwear off, then pressing themselves close together in a heated kiss.

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine moans, already feeling like he can't hold off much longer. "You're just..."

While Kurt would like to hear the end of that sentence, he really doesn't mind when Blaine's lips are on his once more, and he wraps a hand around his cock, his thumb running briefly over the head, before he builds up a quick rhythm.

"Oh God, yes," he moans, wrapping his own shaking hand around Blaine. "Fuck, Blaine, fuck me, come on, take me."

"I can't," he gasps, the fingers of his other hand digging into Kurt's shoulders. "I can't last that long."

Kurt can't either, his kisses are sloppy and haphazard, everything clouded by the heat he can feel building inside of him. He moves his hand, grabbing hold of Blaine's and pulling it away too and they push together, their erections sliding against one another, until suddenly his orgasm hits him, hard. "Fuck!" he shouts loudly, then gasps as Blaine gives a muffled cry into his neck and comes too.

"Kurt, oh my fu...what're you doing?"

He groans when Kurt moves down to lick over Blaine's stomach, gathering their come onto his tongue, and swallowing it down, before moving back to Blaine's lips.

"We taste awesome," a blissed out Blaine declares, and Kurt laughs, cuddling into his side and kissing his chest.

"That was..."

"Quick."

"Amazing."

"That too."

"God, Kurt. I wish I could've... but you're so very you, that I really couldn't hold back."

"So very me?"

"Um..."

Blaine turns shy, and reaches for tissues instead, wiping them both clean, before holding his arms out again. "Time for cuddles before you go?"

"Yes."

They lie in a contented, sleepy silence, both wishing Kurt didn't have to leave. Blaine's fingers trace idle patterns over Kurt's arm, and then he speaks. "Could I see you and Danny tomorrow?"

"I was sorta hoping you would. What do you want to do?"

"I have an idea, but I want you to tell me if it's too much, or if this is intruding on what should be a father son thing."

"Oh?" Kurt props himself on one elbow, looking down at him. "Now I'm intrigued."

"I was thinking we could take Danny to see Santa, maybe? There's this little place out by Russell's point, where you can get a train ride, and then walk to his cabin in the woods. I thought he might like it, but you... you might want to take him yourself, maybe, I don't know."

"How do you know about such a place?"

"I might have done some research," Blaine says, turning pink.

"See, now there's the thing."

"What?"

"I've only ever taken Danny to see Santa on my own, or with dad. His first Christmas, Trent said he was too small, so he refused to come. The following year he did too. So then the year after, when I was on my own, I took him with dad, and then it was back to me on my own again, since Marcus wasn't interested. But you've asked me, I didn't need to ask you, and what's more, you've researched it, you've found somewhere special."

"Is that wrong?"

"It's everything."

"You'll come?"

"Just try and stop us."

"Yay." Blaine gives an excited little wriggle, then leans over Kurt, kissing him and pushing him gently back down onto the pillows. "Kurt, I'm just gonna say it. You and Danny? You're both really special to me, and I hope you realize that."

"I do, and I hope you know how much you mean to Danny, as well as to me. Can I ask though, what did you mean earlier? When you said I'm so very me?"

"Uh...I think..." Blaine pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "No, I know….you're the most incredible man I've ever met. That's what I meant. Talking to you, spending time with you, this, us... it's all amazing. I couldn't hold off because you make me feel things that I've never felt before. And now I'm gonna kiss you to hide my embarrassment."

"Woah! Hold up. Let me answer that."

"There was no question," Blaine says, his cheeks glowing in the dim light.

"No, but I have something to say."

Blaine sighs reluctantly. "Go on."

"Same."

"Huh?"

"I feel the same," Kurt clarifies, biting his lip and smiling. "So now let's kiss as we simultaneously realize the enormity of what we've just admitted to one another please."

But they can't kiss, they're too busy laughing, so in the end, Blaine settles for kissing just under Kurt's jaw instead. "I have something else to ask you too, if you'll just stop sniggering."

"Gay marriage is still illegal in Ohio."

"Oh my God! Shut up," Blaine laughs. "My brother and his family are staying with me over the holidays, well, from the twenty sixth. I would really love for you and Danny to meet them, and I guess I'd kinda like to show you both off," he admits. "I realize this is three weeks away but..."

"I'd love to, thank you."

"Cool. So now let me hold you properly for a while, until you have to go home."

Both would really love to be able to fall asleep, but they can't, and eventually Kurt stretches reluctantly, and sits up. "It's nearly two in the morning, and Danny is up at seven so..."

"I know." Blaine climbs from the warm bed, pulling on a robe, and gathers Kurt's clothes for him. "I had like, the best time with you tonight, even if it did start off a little awkward."

"Same, and the awkwardness was quickly forgotten, so that's cool."

"I'll pick you up at ten?"

"Sounds good, and hey, I'm not gonna tell Danny we're seeing Santa."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Well, partly because he will become impossible to deal with, but I want this to be your thing for him, your second date. So you can surprise him with it."

Happier than he can ever remember, Blaine kisses Kurt goodnight several times, before he finally, reluctantly, tears himself away and closes the apartment door, already counting down the hours to the morning.

"Where we going?" Danny asks, for the tenth time since they left home five minutes ago. "Are we there yet? Are we there now? Where is it?"

"You know what?" Blaine asks cheerily. "Why don't you put a DVD on? That way the trip will go quicker."

"Don't want to."

"Do you want some music then? I have some holiday stuff."

"Do you have Jingle Bells?"

"I do."

It turns out that Jingle Bells is the only song Danny will listen to, and after nearly forty minutes, it proves to be quite excruciating, but neither Kurt or Blaine really care, singing along loudly with Danny, who asks at the end of every round if they're there yet.

"We're here now," Blaine finally says, pulling into a parking lot. "Now, young Mr Hummel, step from the car and I'll tell you why we're here."

Danny is excited, though he doesn't know why, and he hops up and down eagerly, holding onto Kurt's hand, while Blaine crouches in front of him. "What do you see over there?"

"Trees."

"Oh." He lifts Danny up onto his hip, and points slightly to the left of the forest. "Over there?"

"Smoke and….is that a train?"

"Yes."

"We going on a train?" he shrieks, his hands squashing Blaine's cheeks. "For real that's our date? Yes!"

"Not just any train," Kurt says, resting an arm around them both. "Listen to Blaine."

"Okay. So we're going on a train ride into the forest, and when the train stops, we're going to go on a little walk to see Santa."

"Santa?" Danny cries, his eyes wide. "Santa? Santa! Daddy, Blaine bringed us to see Santa, and I've been good, haven't I? I have, I have!"

"Yes you've been good," Kurt laughs, taking him into his arms and kissing his cheek. "Very good. Now get your boots on and wrap up warm, okay?"

They set off to the train, Danny between them holding their hands. Blaine can't stop smiling at both Kurt and Danny, who looks adorable in his little yellow hat and scarf. Kurt looks across, catching Blaine's eye. He wishes he could lean across and kiss him, especially now that they're more certain that this is definitely a relationship, but not yet. He needs to give Danny more time to get used to seeing Blaine outside of school on a regular basis.

"Not being able to kiss you is a problem for me," he whispers to Blaine, when they're waiting on the platform.

"You can hold my hand though," Blaine offers softly. "We did at the zoo, and Danny didn't mind."

"True, but this is small town Ohio, not a city like Columbus."

"Yeah, cause that's so progressive," Blaine teases. "Now gimme your hand."

"There's Lily!"

Blaine drops Kurt's hand as quickly as he's taken it, when he follows Danny's finger and sees the little girl from his class standing with her parents and older brother.

"Great."

"We'll go. It's okay, we can go," Kurt says quickly. "Danny, c'mere bud."

"No. No we can't, I've promised him, and look at his little face."

"It's fine. We'll take him to a mall or something."

"No we won't, Kurt," Blaine insists. "I won't do that to him. I said I'd never hurt him."

"But they're already talking about you, this will only make it worse."

"I don't care," Blaine says forcefully, and he takes Danny's hand in his, and starts walking toward the family. "I'm not ashamed."

"Good, great, but I don't want Danny finding out about us like this," Kurt whispers fearfully.

"He won't," Blaine reassures, his voice low. "We can be friends in front of Danny, we can be friends in front of them too."

"Lily!" Danny cries, leaping up and down. "We're going to see Santa!"

"Danny! Me too, me too and...oh." The little girl stops when she notices Blaine standing there. "Mr Anderson! Are you seeing Santa too?"

"I am," he says with a smile. "Hi there," he adds to Lily's parents. "I see you had the same idea."

"Mr Anderson," Lily's mom says in surprise. "I didn't know you had kids."

"Oh, I don't, Mrs Hunter, I'm here with Danny and his dad."

"Oh. I see." Her eyes flick to Kurt, and he knows, in that instant, that he's been the subject of speculation too. "Uh...please though, call me Melissa."

"My daddy and Mr Anderson are best friends," Danny says happily, and this, to Blaine, seems like a perfectly childlike explanation for the whole thing.

"That's lovely," Melissa Hunter says with a smile. "And where's your mommy?"

Neither Kurt or Blaine are fools; they know she's fishing, but since she's asked Danny directly, they let him answer.

"Don't got one."

"Everyone has a mommy," Lily says matter of factly. "Don't they daddy?"

"That's right sweetie," her dad pipes up.

Danny shrugs. "Not me. I just got my daddy."

"Excuse me," Kurt whispers, and disappears quickly.

"Is that right?" Melissa asks Blaine quietly.

"You'd have to talk to Mr Hummel about that," he says politely. "It's not really my place to discuss his private life."

"No, no, of course. It just seems odd, that's all. A few of us were thinking he's a single dad. I wonder what happened?"

"Like I said..."

"No, no, of course, I understand," she says brightly. "You know, Maggie even speculated that he might be….you know," she says, glancing at the children. "The other way inclined."

"Mrs Hunter, I really don't think..."

"Back!"

Kurt comes to the rescue, all smiles and happiness, as he lifts Danny into his arms. "Oh look, here's the train."

"Are you on this one, Mr Anderson?" Lily asks. "Can I sit by you?"

"Oh we're booked on the next one," Kurt says, pulling a sad face. "What a shame."

"The next one isn't for another half hour," Lily's dad points out.

"I know, but I'm a train nut," Kurt says with a laugh. "I made everyone get here super early so I could watch this one go out first."

"Right, well it was nice seeing you," Melissa Hunter says, giving them both a strange look as she goes to board. "Enjoy your trip."

"You too," Blaine calls, waving brightly.

"You didn't have to do that," he says to Kurt, as soon as they're alone again.

"Oh, but I did. And before you start, I didn't just do it for you, I did it for all of us, so that our day out isn't ruined, and so that poor Danny doesn't accidentally blurt that this is a date or something."

"Did it cost you?"

"To change the times? No, they had spaces. It'll only cost to buy Danny some candy to keep him occupied."

"I'll do that."

"I'm worried about Monday."

"Let 'em talk. All that matters here is Danny, and us. They can say what they want in their little Facebook group."

"Yeah, I'm guessing I won't be accepted into that now," Kurt says with a laugh. "Probably just as well. It'd only be a matter of time before I made some snide remark."

"You know, I think Danny did us a favor, saying we were best friends. They'll assume we knew each other from school or something."

"Yeah, my kid is smart. But then, he's my kid, so..."

"Keep telling yourself that, Hummel," Blaine teases, "While I go buy your kid some candy."

By the time the next train arrives they are freezing cold, and they pile inside quickly, finding a carriage right at the end where Kurt pulls the blinds and hopes no one else has the presence of mind to look in and see if there are spaces.

"Cold," Danny moans, curling up on the seat.

"Come here." Blaine stands, pulling off his thick gray woollen coat, before sitting and taking Danny onto his lap. He drapes the coat over him, cuddling him close, and rubbing his hands over his back. "Better?"

"You give good cuddles," Danny murmurs into his neck.

Kurt looks on from the seat opposite, but as soon as the train is moving, and he knows they're alone, he shifts over to sit next to Blaine. "You do," he says softly, and he leans close, resting his head on top of Danny's.

Five minutes in, and Danny is warm enough to stay on Blaine's lap, but to sit upright, keeping the coat tucked around him. He chats excitedly about the scenery flashing past the window, the lake on one side, and the forest on the other, and then all thoughts turn to Santa.

"Will Santa visit you, Blaine?"

"No," he laughs. "I'm too big now."

Danny spins in his lap, wrinkling his nose. "That's not true. He still comes to grandpa and daddy. Are you naughty?"

Kurt erupts, hiding his face in his hands, and looking out of the window. "No," Blaine says with a sigh, giving Kurt a shove. "I am not."

"Then why is daddy laughing?"

"Because daddy is very naughty."

"He's not though," Danny decides. "Because Santa still visits him."

"What are your Christmas plans?" Kurt asks when he's recovered. "Seeing your parents?"

"Hmm. Maybe. In the evening, I expect."

"Not all day?"

"I doubt it. They'll go see my Aunt and Uncle. I could go too, but my cousins are pretty obnoxious, so I usually only see them if I have Cooper with me to back me up. I'll sit at home, stuffing my face and watching TV until they get home, then I'll pay them a visit."

"You will not," Kurt declares. He watches as Danny climbs off Blaine's lap, and goes to press his face against the window. "You'll come to us."

"No, Kurt, really, it's fine."

"You can't be alone for the holidays."

"I won't be alone, I'll see my parents in the evening, I told you. Besides, my holidays will start properly the next day, when Cooper arrives."

"You're coming to us."

"I'm not. That's your day with your dad and Danny. I'll see you the next day."

"Oh Danny?"

"You wouldn't dare," Blaine says, astonished. "Don't you dare use him like this!"

"Would you like Blaine to spend Christmas Day with us this year? He could come watch you open your presents, and have lunch with us, before he goes to visit his mom and dad, maybe?"

"Yes!" Danny cries, jumping up and down. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"There now, you wouldn't want to hurt him, would you?"

"I am appalled," Blaine says, laughing. "Okay, you got me. I would love to spend Christmas with you guys, thank you."

"Yes!" Danny and Kurt cry with a high five. "Good work, my son."

Danny climbs eagerly onto the chair next to Santa, and poses happily for his photo. "So, Danny," he asks. "Have you been a good boy this year?"

"I have," he says solemnly, then points at Blaine. "He hasn't, but I'm working on him, so still visit just in case, okay?"

"Noted," Santa says with a laugh. "And what would you like me to bring you?"

"A motorcycle, but not a real one, a pretend one. A doll, like a baby looking one, a holiday bow tie like what Blaine says he has, and is going to wear to my house on Christmas Day, a talking Cookie Monster, a Sofia the First toy, a dancing Olaf, and some chocolate."

"That's quite the list."

"Haven't finished. Some roller skates, a new bike, some chalks that I can use in the driveway, but grandpa won't notice, a tool box like my grandpa has, and lots more Blaine, really, cause he makes me and Daddy happier than sunshine. If you can't get all that, I understand," he says, not even pausing for breath. "So just get me more Blaine and a motorcycle and I'll be good."

"Not my child," Kurt murmurs, trying to hide, though he knows the elves are trying to decide whether that's the dad, and exactly who Blaine is and what their relationship might be. "Totally not mine."

"He's hilarious," Blaine says happily. "Come on, let's get a picture of the three of us. It is our first Christmas after all."

Kurt does a double take, but he happily sits down on the other side of Danny, and when Blaine perches on the end of the seat next to him, he puts an arm around his waist and pulls him close. "At least look like you like me," he teases.

By the time they arrive home, having stopped for food on the way, Danny is sound asleep, clutching his photo tight to his chest.

"He's the cutest," Blaine says, turning back to look at him. "Want me to carry him up to bed for you?"

"Only if that means you'll also make out with me before you leave."

"Of course."

It takes some work, but eventually Danny is settled in bed, his door is closed, and Blaine and Kurt fall upon each other desperately. "I've waited all day," Kurt gasps, before kissing him again. "Stay," he urges Blaine, backing him toward his bedroom. "Stay and sneak out in the morning before Danny wakes up."

"I can't," Blaine says with a laugh. "You've told me he often comes into you in the night. What if he wets the bed, huh? How do we explain my presence?"

"I know, but..."

"You know that what I'm saying makes sense," Blaine tells him, and he guides him gently to the stairs. "I do want to ask you something before I go though."

"Oh?"

"In light of all that was said last night, and how today went, I was wondering if maybe Friday nights could belong to us, and Saturdays to the three of us, like that's our thing, maybe?"

"Yes..." Kurt starts. "But I promised Danny I'd ask you to dinner every Sunday too, he really wants me to."

"I'd love that, if it's not too much of an intrusion?"

"Never. Hey! Maybe sometimes you might need me to drive you home again after?"

"I just might," Blaine teases. "So..."

"So since you won't let me have my wicked way, I'm gonna kick you out," Kurt teases. "Goodnight, Blaine."

Blaine cups his cheek, kissing him sensuously on the doorstep in the moonlight. "Goodnight, my gorgeous boyfriend. I'll see you tomorrow for dinner."