A/N: Sorry for the delay, got a little stuck. You may have noticed that even my angst fills turn to unbearable fluff. Last chapter.

Christmas morning at the Hudson-Hummel's house was very different then what Blaine was used to, and not just because he woke up wrapped around Kurt under a blanket on the couch. It was another reminder that he was well on his way to getting what he really wished for this holiday. Between finally feeling at home, his adorable nephew, and the amazing man sleeping on his shoulder he really couldn't ask for anything else.

A glance at the mantel told him it was barely seven, so he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. At the Anderson house Christmas was enjoyed around 10:30 after his father had wrapped up his business calls for the morning. Blaine and Andrea, dressed appropriately, would pose for the yearly photo in front of the Christmas tree before opening a small selection of expensive but impersonal gifts. If Blaine was lucky there would be a check from an aunt or grandmother that would be enough to get what he really wanted. That's how he'd paid for his guitar.

Blaine had barely dozed off when Finn came barreling down the stairs and directly to the Christmas tree. He stopped short when he noticed Blaine and Kurt on the couch and whispered, "Dude! Looks like Santa came a little early for you! Nice."

Blaine blushed, "I'm working my way off the naughty list, it's going well."

Finn laughed, "Okay, well I want to open presents, so I'll go put the coffee on and you can wake up Kurt."

As soon as Finn crossed into the kitchen Blaine turned his attention back to the boy sharing the couch with him, he placed soft kiss on Kurt's forehead and shook his shoulder a little bit. "Kurt, wake up, love. It's Christmas!"

Kurt opened one eye and sleepily took in Blaine and their location. "I've had this dream before you know. We're wearing too many clothes, though. Finn was never singing "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer" in the background either. On the bright side, I've met Grandma Hudson, it might improve her attitude."

Blaine laughed, "Finn is making coffee; he wants to open presents." He knew Kurt would be able to hear his excitement.

"That's because Finn is a giant seven year old, and you are maybe ten when it comes to stuff like this," Kurt says, trying to fix his hair in the reflection on the tv.

"You know you love it," Blaine said, and then wondered if it was too much.

"Of course I do, but I need to put the music on before Dad and Carole come downstairs. Dad and I have been listening to the Chipmunk Christmas album on Christmas morning for as long as I can remember," Kurt said jumping up to go to the stereo.

Blaine smiled to himself and folded the blanket just as Burt and Carole came down the stairs. He barely managed to stifle a laugh at Burt's lounge pants, which were covered in Santa driving convertibles. He knew they'd been a gift from Finn last year and he was once again warmed by how different Christmas was here.

Finn insisted on playing Santa, and they all took turns opening the gifts he distributed from under the tree.

Later that night Blaine tracked down Kurt, who was sitting in the window seat in the den with his knees up to chest, watching the snow fall outside. It had been a long day for everyone with lots of food and lots of laughter. Blaine had been touched by Kurt's gift and relieved that Kurt didn't mind unwrapping a picture of the boots Blaine bought him. It seemed that shipping speed couldn't keep up with how fast things were improving between them but he hadn't wanted to settle for something from the Lima mall if it wasn't right.

"Is everything okay?" Blaine asked, sitting on the end of the cushion and resting a hand on Kurt's foot.

"Better than okay, I was just enjoying the view. Everything is so fresh and clean when the snow falls here. New York is never clean, it makes me appreciate Lima just a little bit," Kurt said pressing his toes against Blaine's thigh.

Blaine traced a pattern lightly on Kurt's ankle, "Dirty? It turns out New York has a down side?"

Kurt nodded, "It's amazing, and freeing, but it's also dirty and lonely. It's like there are people around all the time, but nobody really wants to connect with anyone else."

"Sometimes it felt like that at Dalton, like it was all surface impression and competition," Blaine said.

"And then I came along and messed up your boring little world," Kurt teased.

"And then you came along," Blaine repeated with a grin, "and I was never the same again."

He squeezed Kurt's leg, "Maybe next fall it will be my turn to change things up."

"I think I might come home for the summer. I could work at the garage, and save some money. Spend some more time with the people I love," Kurt said.

"I know you are hitting the sales tomorrow, but will you go out with me New Year's Eve?" Blaine didn't actually have anything planned, but he knew he was on the right track.

"I'd like that. On one condition," Kurt said.

"Anything," Blaine said quickly and then blushed.

Kurt laughed, "Hmm, I just wanted to pick out your outfit, but maybe I should think of something better!"

"Of course you can, but I'm warning you my closet is a little thin these days. I'll pick you up in the kitchen around eight?"

That got another laugh from Kurt, "It's a deal."

Two nights later Kurt put on his new boots that had just arrived and made his way to the kitchen. Blaine was waiting for him, with a bouquet of lilies in his hand. "I wanted to get us off to the right start," he said.

Kurt smiled, and pulled a vase from the top shelf and put it in water. He set the vase full of flowers on the kitchen table, "Thank you, I'll take those up to my room later. Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, but not before I tell you how good you look," Blaine said before helping Kurt on with his coat. Both of them knew what this was about. At this point it wasn't about trusting Blaine, and it was never about loving Blaine. No, he just wanted Blaine to work for it just a little bit. Kurt appreciated the little bit of healthy balance this added back in to their relationship.

As they drove through Lima they sang along to the radio and took turns mocking some of the more outrageous displays of Christmas lights. When Blaine finally pulled into a parking lot Kurt was happy to see he had chosen the hibachi restaurant they had visited whenever they had the money senior year. Not only was the food good, but the large group tables meant they could have dinner out together in Lima without attracting the negative attention a table for two might.

Kurt watched fondly as Blaine played along with the chef's cheesy jokes and stunts and rolled his eyes as Blaine nearly dove off the chair to catch a shrimp in his mouth. Kurt couldn't help but laugh, and he couldn't help but notice that he'd laughed more in the last week at home with Blaine and his family than he did in a month in New York.

Once the chef moved on to the next table they talked though the rest of the meal. Though they'd had many conversations over the last few days it seemed like there was always more to catch up on. After dinner Blaine refused to tell him where they were going and Kurt was even more confused when Blaine pulled into the McKinley parking lot.

Blaine led them around the side of the building to the auditorium entrance and unlocked the stage door. When Kurt just stared at him he shrugged, "Puck had to pass the key along to somebody, and Artie can't get in through this door."

"It figures. Did you know he offered to take me to Scandals and let me get drunk after we broke up?" Kurt said with a shake of his head. He'd accepted the alcohol, but chose to drown his sorrows with Noah and Finn in the privacy of his own home.

"Really?" Blaine asked, "He slammed me against a wall and congratulated me on taking his place as the biggest fuck up in New Directions."

"Don't worry, I think Quinn and her court ordered therapy have you beat. I appreciate the thought, though," Kurt teased.

Blaine looked embarrassed, "He wasn't completely off, which is why we are here. Have a seat and I'll be right back."

Kurt slid into the desk that Mr. Schue used to watch their performances and waited. A single light came on over the stage and Blaine came out and sat at the piano, before turning to Kurt, "Kurt, I love you. You told me once that you'd never say goodbye to me and I am so thankful that turned out to be true. Consider this my last apology for not believing in us. I hope we can move forward together."

Kurt watched, his eyes already damp as Blaine began to play and sing.

Maybe I didn't love you

Quite as often as I could have

And maybe I didn't treat you

Quite as good as I should have

If I made you feel second best

Then I'm sorry I was blind

You were always on my mind

You were always on my mind

And maybe I didn't hold you

All those lonely, lonely times

And I guess I never told you

I'm so happy that you're mine

That's as far as Blaine got because Kurt had been headed for the stage during the last verse and grabbed Blaine pulling him into an extremely enthusiastic kiss.

Blaine responded with equal enthusiasm, both their tears forgotten until an alarm on his phone went off and he pulled back.

"Sorry, it's five minutes to midnight. I didn't want to miss the start of the new year," he said turning his phone all the way off and setting it aside.

"Then it's a perfect time for new beginnings," Kurt said taking Blaine's hand. "Blaine Warbler," he started and ignored the snort from the other boy, there was history here he wasn't going to mess with, "Will you be my boyfriend?"

Blaine must have caught on because he said, "I've been looking for you forever, of course I will."

Kurt smiled and kissed him. "That's good, because I don't do stuff like this with guys who aren't my boyfriend," Kurt said and attacked Blaine's mouth again, pulling his boyfriend's shirt over his head.

"Lucky me," Blaine said between kisses and his attempts at undoing Kurt's pants.

"Lucky you," Kurt replied and then spent the rest of the evening putting his mouth to better use.