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"What are you doing?" Kurt coughed from his position on the bed. Blaine smirked at his sick friend as he stood on top of a computer chair, and numerous textbooks. The chair was currently trying to spin and send him flying to his doom and leave him as crushed as Elphaba was in the Wizard of Oz. He steadied himself carefully before continuing his search of their (Kurt's) closet.

"I'm search-" the chair gave one more surprise spin and Blaine crouched down before spinning back to where he was looking on the top shelf. "-ing for something."

He glanced at Kurt, watching the boy smile and roll his eyes before going back to playing with his soup.

"Eat that or I will force feed you."

"Meow, Kitty Cat has claws."

Blaine sputtered for a moment and stared at his friend, wondering where the hell that comment came from. "Uhhh, Kurt?"

The foreign boy smirked at him and shrugged his shoulders while he took a tentative sip at his soup. "Wesley and me were having a viewing of movies."

Blaine nodded his head once before spotting the box that he needed. He lunged for it, only to wind up spinning again.

"You fall. I will laugh." Kurt murmured in a hoarse monotone. "That how is this works."

"Oh hush up Sicky Mc. Sicky Pants."

Kurt gaped at him before rolling his eyes. "Mes excuses monsieur Dapperface." ("My apologies Mr. Dapperface.") Kurt murmured before continuing to eat his soup.

Blaine frowned when he heard the Dapperface comment again and snatched the large box before jumping off the spinny chair of doom and plopping down next to his friend. Kurt smiled at him and scooted over to make room, handing Blaine his now empty soup bowl, where the boy placed it on the table next to them and scooted up next to Kurt with his box.

"In it? What is?" Kurt asked, looking a tiny bit excited, but still pretty pale and sick. Blaine could feel him shivering slightly, watching as the sweat gathered on his forehead. He felt really bad for his friend, and had yet to tell Kurt that he was staying for Christmas Eve and Day. The younger boy currently thought that Blaine was packing to go to his house.

Blaine smiled happily at him and pulled out a bunch of garland and Christmas ornaments. Along with some lights and decorations. Kurt let out a laugh and rolled his eyes. "You are very insane."

"In the membrane." Blaine murmured offhandedly, causing the two to crack up before Kurt started another coughing fit. The lead Warbler rubbed his hand up and down the male's spine until he calmed down.

"Thanks." Kurt murmured miserably.

Blaine pressed a kiss to his cheek, watching the boy flush for another reason. He started to wonder once more where they were in their relationship. But he knew the last thing that Kurt should have to deal with on top of the flu and being in a different country for Christmas was Blaine making inappropriate advances.

He stood up then, grabbing the other large box he pulled down and pulling out a green, slightly crush and demented, Christmas tree. He placed the two foot tall plastic item on his empty desk and smiled at Kurt; beckoning the male over.

The boy groaned and shook his head, looking at the five feet of distance between the bed and the desk. "Too far." He grumbled out. Blaine just grinned and made his way over, helping Kurt out of bed and keeping his arm around the boy's waist as they walked to the desk, where Blaine set him in the spinny chair of doom and covered him with a blanket.

"You can decorate the bottom." Blaine spoke, still smiling.

Kurt beamed up at him and took the box of ornaments Blaine held out to him, placing them on his lap as the two began to decorate their misshapen tree. Blaine flicked the radio on to Christmas music and sang to Kurt in the most dramatic way, making the miserably sick boy grin and laugh.

"How is your voice?"

Kurt smiled at him kindly. "Is better." Kurt spoke. "Raspy it is not, a bit tiny sore, but very good." Kurt then bit at his lip. "When must you appear at home?"

"I don't." Blaine grinned, causing Kurt's eyes to widen.

"What?"

"My parents said that I could stay with you."

"But Blainey-"

"No 'buts' Kurt. You're sick, and it's your first Christmas here. I'm spending it with you." Blaine spoke, leaving no room for Kurt to fight.

The smaller boy just smiled at him and thanked him before turned away in the chair. Blaine grinned at him as they stared at their tree. The plastic item was horribly decorated, and leaning dangerously to the right. But there was something about the two of them decorating it together that made Blaine's heart swell with happiness. He glanced down at Kurt, but noticed that he was transfixed by the dangling icicles adorned on the tree.

He started to wonder what it was like for Kurt, growing up since he was a young boy without his mother, and having his father hardly ever there. Was Christmas fun, or was it just another day for him? Blaine decided that he wanted to make Kurt's Christmas the best one ever. He helped the boy to their small couch in the room and sat him down before walking towards the CD player.

"I know that it's not Christmas day exactly, but its Christmas Eve. And I wanted to sing something for you."

Kurt smiled happily at him and nodded as Blaine let the music start to play and he opened his mouth to sing.

"Greeting cards have all been sent,
the Christmas rush is through.
But I still have one wish to make.
A special one for you."

Kurt beamed at him as Blaine made his way towards the couch, leaning over the back to brush Kurt's bangs from his forehead and sing the words in his ear.

"Merry Christmas, darling.
We're apart, that's true.
But, I can dream and in my dreams
I'm Christmasing with you."

Kurt blushed red and Blaine couldn't help but grin at him, pressing a kiss to the boys cheek before continuing to sing, making his way through the small room.

"Holidays are joyful,
there's always something new.
But every day's a holiday,
when I'm near to you."

Blaine stared straight into Kurt's eyes, noticing that they were slightly tearful, and he doubted that it was from the medication. He sang with more meaning and beamed at the young male.

"Oh the lights on the tree,
I wish you could see,
I wish it every day.
The logs on the fire,
fill me with desire.
To see you went to say.
That I wish you Merry Christmas,
Happy New Year, too.
I have just one wish,
on this Christmas Eve."

Blaine made his way back to Kurt kneeling in front of him to take his hands.

"I wish I were, with you."

Kurt brushed his tears with his hand before placing it back in Blaine's. The older boy grinned at him as his heart hammered against his rib cage. He let the music play before continuing to sing with Kurt's hands in his own.

"Oh the logs on the fire,
fill me with desire.
To see you went to say.
That I wish you Merry Christmas.
Happy New Year, too.

I have just one wish on this Christmas Eve.
I wish I were with you."

Blaine let the music play as he brought Kurt to stand up with him, bringing him close to his chest.

"I wish I were with you…"

Kurt looked up at him and Blaine grinned, risking the sickness, even with Kurt's medicine to lean down and connect their lips chastely, whispering the final lyrics against his lips.

"Merry Christmas, Darling."