Thanks a bunch to emc14 for providing me with the art and CrazySue05 for editing this baby!
Disclaimer: Have the last chapters taught you nothing? I don't own them. *runs for ice-cream*
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Blaine could obviously see Kurt's hesitance, as he didn't reply for about three minutes and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He knew this was a bad idea. He immediately spoke up, "I'm sorry, I crossed a line. I didn't mean to do it. It's just... no one should be alone on Christmas." He turned around to walk away and hide his tears of humiliation when Kurt turned him around and hugged him tightly. He hugged him back, knowing that this was something important, because Kurt was never that free with his hugs, not even with Professor Pillsbury, who had become Kurt's confidante within the teachers. He looked up at Kurt's face, which was slightly splotchy, but his eyes were filled with gratitude. Even with Kurt crying, he had never looked more beautiful. He looked at Kurt's lips for a while, looking back at Kurt's eyes, only to realize Kurt was looking at his lips as well. They grew closer, as their lips were about to graze...SPLAT!
Blaine looked behind him as he rubbed the back of his head, only to find a blob of black hair and a fur coat he knew only belonged to...SPLAT! This time, Kurt was hit as Blaine shouted, "Santana, you know the rules! No snowball throwing till both teams have notice of the game." She shouted back, "I told you about it about a zillion times during breakfast. You were too engrossed looking at someone's ass when they bent down to pick up their fork." Blaine felt Kurt cringe as it was him who had dropped a fork during breakfast. He mutely told Blaine, "I'll tell you later..." as he walked back into the castle. Blaine just walked away, as he was sure he would yell at Santana if she approached him right now. He was pretty sure that he and Kurt were having a moment back there, and if Santana hadn't thrown the snowball, they might have just kissed.
But then again, it was against school rules for teacher-student fraternization. The only reason he hadn't been warned about it was mostly because he was seventeen, legal and about to graduate from school. If they hadn't realized that Santana was going to throw a snowball at them, how could they have realized if some other student, or worse, a teacher had seen them? Keeping this in mind, he decided not to throw the Jelly-Legs Jinx on Santana, because she hated her legs feeling like jelly. He bent down as if to tie his shoelace, whilst collecting snow to form a big snowball. He then animated it so it would follow Santana wherever she dodged till it hit her. As she shouted, "Hey hobbit, don't you wanna play with Auntie Tana," he aimed it hard and the snowball hit her on the back of her head. He started laughing as Sally and Brittany got up from the snow where they were making snow angels. They came walking till all four of them were standing together, and joined in a group hug. None of them noticed a certain young man with styled hair looking at them from the third floor.
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Blaine decided to spend the rest of the day with his girls as opposed to seeking out Kurt. It was easy to see that he was conflicted, and he thought he would give him some space, even if he wanted to spend time with him. He played chess for about four hours with Sally and lost badly every single time. He danced with Brittany to random songs and then taught her how to convert her arm into an animal or bird arm. He had to convince her to change it back when she somehow converted her left arm into a peacock's wing and was too fascinated with it to change it back. He convinced her though. He stood with Santana at the clock tower and made up dumb stories about each group of people or single people walking out into the courtyard. He always settled on melancholy fun, while she settled on not having enough sex. By dinner time, he realized that he really missed Kurt and that if Kurt did reject him, he'd have to learn how to cope without him. He had become like a part he didn't even know existed, but now that he had it, couldn't work without it.
They had a scrumptious dinner filled with ham, sausages by the dozen, and all sorts of cupcakes, ice creams and scones for dessert. He was happily full as he waved goodbye to his friends and walked up to Kurt's office. He had entered it for the first time within a week of them talking to each other, when they discussed a fashion magazine and couldn't bear to stop. Kurt had later escorted him back to his dorm as it was after curfew and they hadn't even realized it.
Blaine knocked the door twice and waited for Kurt to open the door. He gave out a heavy "whoosh" as he knew he would either feel elated or bad after this conversation. He knew technically he shouldn't take offence as it could be awkward for Kurt to go to a family Christmas dinner where all extended family members came over. But this was a totally different area for him because he loved Kurt and if Kurt said yes, this would be the first time his whole family saw Kurt, whether or not he reciprocated those feelings for him. Kurt opened the door and ushered him in. He had changed into a vest and sweatpants. As he turned around, Blaine saw Kurt's ass and remembered his first night again. He purposely went to the bookshelf again so he could say that he looked at the books if he said something by mistake.
Kurt had arranged for hot chocolate and some biscuits on his table. He said, "I would have prepared your usual medium drip but it's already nine pm and I'm pretty sure you do want to go to sleep tonight. So I'll come to the point. I would love to come to your place, but think of it this way. We know we are best friends, the whole school knows we are best friends, but does your family?" Blaine reassured him, "Mom actually likes you. I sent her a picture of us at Halloween and according to her, you look gorgeous." Kurt teased, "According to her? Does that mean you don't think so?" Blaine bantered back, "Well, I think you're sexy, but you didn't know I thought that, did you?" Kurt started laughing, but it was a pleasant laugh. He then became serious again and said, "Okay, but then your extended relatives?" Blaine got out of his sofa and kneeled in front of Kurt, "You aren't fifty years old that it is bad for us being friends. But even if you were fifty, I would love talking to you. Other than my extended family having virtual reservations, do you have any problems?" Kurt shook his head, knowing he was making a decision which might bite him in the butt later, but he couldn't help but cave into Blaine's large-as-hell puppy-dog eyes.
Blaine concluded, "It's settled then. Either you can come on the train with us, or apparate to King's Cross and meet us there." Kurt said, "I don't think teachers are actually supposed to be on the train. I'll come, don't worry, dear." The endearment slipped out of Kurt's mouth quite easily as Blaine looked shocked for a fraction of a second and then set his face back to normal. He looked at these biscuits and said, "Are these delicious or what? I love the ones with jam just oozing out of them. It's so yummy to just lick it off." Blaine realized the innuendo as he finished saying it, but decided not to press it as Kurt himself suppressed a giggle. They continued talking for about an hour till Kurt realized that he had missed Blaine's curfew again and escorted him one more time, hugging him for a long time before he finally let go. He didn't know why, but he felt that these holidays would change something really important in their relationship.