A/N: Merry Christmas guys! I know most of you will be with your family so you wont read today, but this is my christmas chapter of Family Matters. I will be updating every single story I wrote so be sure to check those out, too. (BTW, this is not the Brittany chapter, that will be next chapter, I promise. This is going to be a...BLAINE CHAPTER! You've been waiting for it, and here it is!)

BPOV

"Have a good christmas! Bye Wes, David!" I called to the leaving cars. It was about that time for the Dalton boys to go home for the holidays, and it was a relief because I was getting kind of stressed, worrying about Kurt's condition. I can still remember the phone call I'd had with Finn just a week ago.

"Hey Finn!" I cried, wondering why he was calling. "Blaine. I'm sure no one's called you about it then..." Finn trailed off. I stopped what I was doing. "Told me what? Is someone hurt?" I stuttered. "Well, yeah, actually. Um, it's Kurt. He's in the hospital." The world stopped turning. I was about to throw up. "What happened." I demanded. "He got into a fight with some kid, he, the kid, cut him in the forehead with a pair of scissors and pushed him. Then Santana, you know she ran away right?" Silence. "I'm gonna take that as a yes. Ran away with Brittany. Anyways, Santana jumped out of no where and put a beat on the kid, but ran away when I came." "Is Kurt okay?" I demanded again. "Kurt's fine, he was in the hospital for a couple of days, but he's okay now, he's watching Bambi with Tina and Mike." I breathed a huge sigh of relief and sat down on the corner of my bed. "FINN!" I heard from the other end. "Excuse me. WHAT?" He called. "SOMETHINGS WRONG WITH KURT!" Tina. "I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" Finn called. "Um, I gotta go Blaine." "Wait!" I shouted. Dead.

I shook the memory from my head. I was scared of Kurt's condition. Finn drove up. "Hey Blaine!" Finn cried, "bro-hugging" me as I stepped into the passenger seat. "Hi Finn." I stuttered. He didn't drive. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Nothing. Just drive. I need to see something."

We drove for what seemed like hours, and it was probably god just toturing me. When we parked in front of the house, I ran to the door. It flung open. Kurt. "Kurt?" I asked, picking him up. He didn't seem one bit sick. His cheeks were red, his eyes were blue, and his face wasn't the sickly green I'd been picturing. "Hi Blaine!" He wrapped his little arms around my neck.

A couple days passed and it was finally christmas eve. Kurt, Finn, Sam, and I watched christmas movies while everybody else was out christmas shopping. "I don't really like the Grinch." Kurt commented. "Why not?" I asked. "Because he's like Noah." We all laughed hysterically, Kurt not understanding what was so funny. "I'm serious." He smiled. "You can't be serious when your smiling, kiddo," Sam pointed out. Kurt shrugged and giggled.

We helped him bake christmas cookies. Sam was trying to crawl out the door silently but I stepped on his foot. He winced in pain and hopped on one foot back to the counter. We finally finished. "That doesn't really look like Santa," I told Finn, pointing to one of his cookies. "Shut up, Blaine. At least mine doesn't look like a cane for old people," Finn added, trying to walk like an old person. Blaine and Sam had to laugh when Kurt tried as well. "Well, I think we have to admit Kurt made better cookies than us," Sam said, putting his arm around Finn and I. I pulled Kurt closer and it was like a group hug...alomst.

Later, Kurt was upstairs playing with his barbies while Finn, Sam, and I watched sports. Kurt ran down the stairs at the speed of light and into my lap. "Can we go outside?" Kurt asked in a rush. Sam turned the TV off. "Now?" I asked. Kurt nodded. "It's snowing!" He screeched, opening the curtains. Let it be known it was snowing outside. "I guess, go get your stuff on," I pushed Kurt towards the closet. "Your coming, too." I said when Kurt was gone. "Why!" Sam cried. "Because, I'm not having a snowball fight with Kurt. I learned my lesson last christmas," I smiled. "Fine." Finn and Sam pouted, running to get their fleeces.

Kurt was interested in the snow. Back where we used to live, it never snowed. (We lived in California.) Kurt had only seen it on TV, and he had never been playing in the snow, of course. While Finn and Sam pelted each other with snowballs, I took Kurt to a beautiful patch of snow. A beautiful patch of snow we were going to ruin.

"Kurt! Ready, watch this. Lay down in the snow!" Kurt obeyed, and I went along with him. "Ok. Now move your arms up and down, and your legs in and out, just like me!" Kurt watched and obeyed, giggling as he started to go faster. I stood up and grabbed his arms. I picked him up and set him down in front of his snow angel. "It looks like an angel!" Kurt cried, hugging my waist. "I know kiddo! Mine's a pretty big fail," I laughed. Kurt laughed, too.

We watched Finn and Sam. "Kurt!" I whispered. I motioned for him to come. "Why don't we get Finn and Sam?" I wondered, making a snowball. Kurt nodded excitedly. "Ok, you go make some and when your done we can throw them," I told him. He nodded and ran off to find some snow that could work.

Kurt came back a couple minutes later with ten. "Perfect. You get five, I get five. Lets go." We hid behind the tree and peeked out. Finn and Sam were sitting in the snow, poking each others arm. "Ok. When I say 3. 1, 2, 3!" I shouted. We ran out and started throwing the snowballs. "ARGH!" Sam and Finn shouted, standing up. "We can;t defend ourselves, captain!" Sam shouted. "Abort! ABORT!" Finn shouted, running for the tree. I got one right in Sam's face, and Kurt got Finn...well...you know.

We all went inside after the attack. "I'm gonna take a shower," Finn grumbled, patting Kurt on the head. Sam ran up to his room. "Well, I guess I'll take you to bed." I exclaimed. Kurt got changed into his pajamas and I tucked him in. "Excited for Santa much?" I asked, sitting next to him. He nodded. "I've been making my list all year! Every commercial I see with something I want, I wrote it down. I hope Santa can process it all. I hope he can find our new house. Blaine, what if he doesn't!" Kurt cried.

"Calm down!" I cried, to be sure he didn't have a barf attack. "He'll find us. And you know why?" Kurt shook his head. "Because Santa's magical. He can fly to every kid around the world in one day, and you know how he can do that?" I asked. "With his reindeer!" Kurt cried. I nodded, laughing. "Exactly. With the help of his reindeer. Do you know what the reindeer's names are?" Kurt shook his head again. "Well, theres Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixin. There's Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen. And what's the name of the reindeer with the big red nose?" I asked. "Rudolph!" Kurt cried.

"That's right!" I cried. "Blaine?" Kurt asked. "Yeah, kiddo?" "Can you sing to me?" I looked down, shocked. "What?" I asked. "Well, you have a really good voice. I heard you in your glee concert. Please?" Kurt pleaded. I looked into his eyes, and I couldn't say no. "Sure kiddo."

"Have you ever seen Frosty the Snowman?" I asked. Kurt shook his head. "I have to show you tomorrow then, because what I'm about to sing is from that movie. Ready?" Kurt nodded excitedly.

Frosty the Snowman

Was a jolly, happy soul

With a corncob pipe and a button nose

And two eyes made out of coal

Frosty the Snowman

Is a fairytale they say

He was made of snow, but the children know

How he came to life one day

There must have been some magic

In that old silk hat they found

For when they placed it on his head

He began to dance around

O Frosty the Snowman

Was alive as he could be

And the children say he could laugh and play

Just the same as you and me

Thumpety Thump Thump

Thumpety Thump Thump

Look at Frosty go

Thumpety Thump Thump

Thumpety Thump Thump

Over the hills of snow

Frosty the Snowman

Knew the sun was hot that day

So he said "Lets run and we'll have some fun

Before I melt away."

Down to the village

With a broomstick in his hand

Running here and there all around the square

Saying "Catch me if you can!"

He led them down the streets of town

Right to the traffic cop

And he only paused a moment when

He heard him holler "Stop!"

For Frosty the Snowman

Had to hurry on his way

But he waved goodbye saying "Don't you cry

I'll be back again someday"

Thumpety Thump Thump

Thumpety Thump Thump

Look at Frosty go

Thumpety Thump Thump

Thumpety Thump Thump

Over the hills of snow

Kurt applauded. "Thanks kiddo. Now you better get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning." I kissed his forehead and walked to my own bedroom. I fell asleep quick, dreaming of sugarplums and Kurt.

6:30

"Blaine! Blaine!" Kurt cried, running into my room. I woke up. "Hey kiddo," I mumbled. "Mommy said we can go downstairs now!" He cried.

I followed him down the stairs quickly. Because we had a big family, the tree was always ten times bigger than anybody elses. The tree was lit up and underneath it lay a mountain of presents. "Well, how about we wait for mommy to get everybody?" Kurt shrugged. "Okay."

Everybody slowly made their way down the stairs, except for Puck who was on tour. "Merry Christmas!" Kurt cried to everybody who came downstairs. "I wish I was Jewish..." Rachel whispered. Finn laughed.

Kurt started right away. Finally when everybody was done, I was given a box. "Guys, you know you didn't have to get me anything, right?" I reminded. Sam shook his head and everybody crowded around. "Your as much a part of this family as any of us. So, this is from all of us."

I opened the box quickly so Kurt wouldn't get bored. I pulled out a Harry Potter T-shirt and immediately had to laugh. Everybody else laughed around us, including Kurt. "You know what guys?" Kurt announced. Everyone was silent. "I don't even want these christmas presents if the entire family is here!" Kurt cried, not bothering to mention Brittany and Santana were not. "Awww..." Mom cooed, pulling everyone into a group hug. "This is the best christmas ever." Kurt whispered. "The best christmas so far," Sam reminded. And it was the best christmas ever.