Batman and Barbie

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer: If I owned anything you have no idea how much would have happened and how much wouldn't have.

Summary: The thing about siblings is that they tend to be completely different and yet exactly the same. "Hey guys, this is my little brother, Kurt." An AU fic where Kurt's Finn's little brother.

Warning(s): Uh... fluff? Angst. Abuse. Homophobia. Fluff. Pre-slash at first and then full on slash once Klaine are older.

A Thank You to everyone who took the time to review: gleekfreak211 (GO US! Haha. Santana totally is. I thought I'd change it up and make her the "Kurt Hummel Spokesperson".), Kina-san (Aww yay! I'm so happy you liked it!), Lgleek95 (Thank you so much! Santana is a bit of a BAMF, heh?), Bagting Hangin (Thank you! And no, Carole isn't Kurt's mother. I'm planning on confronting that issue soon, but Kurt's mom died when he was four, and Burt started dating Carole when Kurt was seven.), CanAnyoneHearMe (Haha! Thank you! And ohmigoodness yes. The possibilities are endless. YOU ARE SO NICE! -Hugs-), Ace5492 (Thank you!), Heart Me Some Llamas (Oh I was so looking forward to that rant to Finn. So so much! They are so cute! I squee when writing them. :D Thank you so much!), and LoUd-LoVaBlE-lUnAtIc (Oh I did. My first choice college actually, along with a $40,000 scholarship from the school that will be spread out to $5,000 each semester for 4 years. I'm kind of pumped. Naw, the college is close enough to my house that there will be no on campus living. And since it's a private college the cost for schooling alone is around $40,000 a year. I probably would have slapped Finn too. No... that's a lie. I would have chewed him out and done an epic bitch glare. Oh I totally forgot about that tradition! I could do that! I don't know... make Kurt hear Rachel talking about having a "lady chat" and wanting to have one. Or, having Santana be the one to start the "lady chats" and Burt have started the "warm milk", sort of like Rachel's dads did with the water whenever she was sad. THE POSSIBILITES ARE ENDLESS! But I'm going to end this... now. So that it doesn't take up too much room. -hugs-).

This chapter: It's Christmas Eve and Kurt's determined to stay up and see Santa. At the Puckerman household, Puck and Dakota have to figure out how to get Blaine to believe that believing isn't a bad thing.

IMPORTANT NOTE! From now until around chapter 20 or so I'm going to be taking requests to where to bring Kurt and Blaine and Finn and Puck and the rest of the characters. Prompts so to say. So... if you want to submit a request or prompt for something you want to see until "Act Two" just send me one via review or PM. :) Or Tumblr. That works too. Though I'm not exactly sure how...

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To avoid further possible confusion: Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, and Sam are the children. Finn, Rachel, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Artie, Puck, Mike, and Tina are the adults. Later the Warblers will come in but we are going to avoid them (or hopefully avoid them) until the inevitable transfer to Dalton.

A: N – I find it hysterical that I sit down to write this chapter and "Let it Snow" Klaine version comes on. IT'S A SIGN! Prepare for fluff of epic proportions.

Christmas in the Hummel-Hudson household was a hectic affair. On the upside it gave Finn plenty of time to not think about Rachel but, on the downside, it gave Finn plenty of time to think about Rachel. And it made Kurt impossibly... hyper. Now Finn loved his brother as much as he ever did, but a hyper Kurt was almost as scary as an angry Rachel. Currently, however, Finn was free of Kurt's insanity and was, instead, watching one of the games with Burt and all of the family (including Finn's aunts and uncles and Kurt's aunts and uncles and... well and everyone) in the living room while Kurt was helping his mom in the kitchen. Finn didn't know what it was that they were making but it sure smelled good.

But, anyway, it had been a hectic day. Finn had had to keep Kurt distracted long enough for Burt and his mom to finish wrapping presents. Then their collective families had come to visit and things had gotten really loud and frantic and hysterically fun.

Then Puck had stopped by with Blaine and Dakota because Blaine had a present he wanted to give to Kurt and Uncle Burt and Auntie Carole and Finn, and Kurt and Blaine had gotten distracted by Burt's mom and there was another two hours gone by. Then they had ate dinner and placed all the presents under the tree and now... well and now Kurt was helping his mom in the kitchen and Finn was resting.

Or resting as much as he could with those smells from the kitchen wafting in through the open door.

Burt sighed and shifted in his seat, placing the beet in his hand down on the table as Kurt and his mom finally came out with... were those cookies? Finn was suddenly more awake than he had been all day, sitting up straighter in his chair, his eyes wide and alert. "I made these." Kurt handed three cookies over to Finn, who took them happily, brushing his bangs off his forehead once Burt took the plate from him and placed it on the table.

With a small yawn Kurt jumped onto the couch beside both Finn and Burt, a cookie held tightly in his own hand. Finn sent him a small smile in thanks as he shoved a full cookie into his own mouth, the cookie literally melting on his tongue. Kurt certainly had a knack for things in the kitchen.

"They're great." He reassured the little boy, happy when an almost blinding smile lit up Kurt's face, the younger boy joyfully munching on his own cookie. "What'd Blaine get you?" Finn felt the need to ask, he had seen the two little boys run up to Kurt's room for quite a while before coming back down with twin smiles before Puck had dragged Blaine back home.

Kurt shrugged. "It's not Christmas yet! I can't open it."

Finn flushed at the look of disbelief sent his way, shoving another cookie in his mouth and smiling at his mom before turning back to the conversation. "Well... uh..." Why was it that Kurt didn't do things like every other kid? Finn loved Kurt, of course he did, but it was times like this that Finn found himself wondering just why Kurt was different. Every other kid that Finn had met wanted nothing more than to open up all their presents the moment they laid eyes on them... but Kurt... well Finn wasn't sure what exactly it was that Kurt wanted to do. "You don't want to know what you got?"

"I do want to know!" Kurt insisted, turning so that he was resting his back against Burt's side and facing Finn, his legs crossing underneath himself. "Blaine just told me to open it on Christmas."

Oh... well that certainly made more sense than what Finn had thought. "Then what'd you two do in your room?"

Kurt was suddenly quiet, picking at his shirt before looking up at Finn with a tiny blush. "Wrapping your present." Finn felt something a kin to adoration pull at his stomach. He smiled gently at the younger boy. "I didn't want mama to see it and Blaine's great at wrapping presents so I asked him to help."

"Almost time for bed kiddo." Burt prompted, laughing a bit at the pout that crossed Kurt's face. "But first up you get." He poked Kurt's neck causing the little boy to squeal and jump off the couch. "Time to say goodbye to Grammy."

And then Finn was left alone with the cookies and other deserts and looking at the time and holy hell since when was it nine at night?

"You excited for Santa?" Dakota fell into the seat besides Blaine, tugging lightly on one of the little boy's curls. Blaine didn't look at her, choosing instead to lean his cheek on his folded arms and stare out at the menorah that lit up their window.

Puck threw the dish towel over his shoulder, walking over to stand behind the younger boy and his little sister, leaning over and resting his hands on Blaine's smaller shoulders and putting a little weight on the movement. "I'm excited for Santa." Puck winked at Dakota, happy when she chose to smile at him instead of scowl. Christmas always put Dakota in a better mood than she was usually in.

But Blaine... Puck had never seen a child lose energy as fast as Blaine had. All week the younger boy had been eager to open the one present he was allowed to on Hanukkah and he had seemed excited enough to go and see Kurt earlier in the day. But now, when the holiday actually permitted for him to be an average kid and jumping up and down, he wasn't. Instead he was sitting in front of the window with his chin on his arms staring at the flames that lit up the menorah.

"You've been extra good this year, so Santa's bound to bring you a ton of presents." Dakota chimed in. "Noah, on the other hand, is getting nothing but coal."

Puck hit her the towel. "If anyone's getting nothing but coal it's you."

"I've been the epitome of good."

"The epitome of good puts toothpaste in their older brother's shoes?" Puck raised an eyebrow at her in challenge.

"Neither of you are getting anything but coal from Santa." Their mother hit the two of them as she walked by with the towel on Puck's shoulder. "I don't know what I did to get two bad children." She smiled at Blaine, ruffling his hair. "This one, however, has been perfect."

Blaine blinked up at her, a small smile curving his lips. "Ma." Puck whined when Dakota stuck her tongue out at him.

"Finally the lord gifts me with a perfect child!" She pounced at Blaine, tickling his stomach and pulling a loud laugh from his lips, a smile of her own curving across her mouth.

Maybe this Christmas wouldn't be that bad.

Finn smiled gently at Kurt who sat in front of the fire in his blue pajamas rubbing a fist over his eyes. He was obviously struggling to stay awake, but Finn knew his brother. Kurt was bound to ignore anyone telling him that it was bedtime, determined to stay awake and see Santa.

Burt and his mom had tried, and failed, around twenty times to get Kurt to sleep until Finn had told them to go ahead and clean the kitchen and he'd keep an eye on a sleepy Kurt. Christmas music played softly in the background, Kurt humming along to the tune lazily, Finn not being able to help himself from doing the same thing. "It's time for bed, Kurt."

"No." Kurt shook his head stubbornly, his lips set in a thin line.

"If you don't get to bed than Santa won't come."

Kurt scoffed at him. "Maybe for you, Finny. You can't act."

When did he become such a smart ass, again? "Santa knows whether you're acting or not."

"Daddy doesn't know when I'm acting or not." Kurt rolled his eyes at Finn. "Santa can't be smarter than Daddy."

Well there went all of his arguments. Finn couldn't very well being anything up to argue about that. If he told Kurt that Santa didn't exist than Kurt would be devastated. If he told Kurt that Burt wasn't all that smart he'd either get insulted or Kurt would get angry with him. And Finn really didn't want to go back to the way things had been before Black Friday. That was bad enough as it was. "Kurt..." He took a deep breath. "Move over, I'll stay up with you."

Kurt nudged himself over on the couch, settling into Finn's side and staring over at the fire. "Can you sing to me, Finny?"

"Of course." Finn smiled at him, humming along to the radio before picking up where he knew the words. "I'll be home for Christmas. You can plan on me. Please have snow. And mistletoe. And presents on the tree."

He felt Kurt's head slip onto his shoulder and opened his mouth to sing the next line. "Christmas Eve will find me. Where the love-light gleams." It was probably not the first time Finn had sang with Kurt, but it was the first one that Finn remembered feeling like he wanted to cry while singing. "I'll be home for Christmas. If only in my..." A yawn broke through Kurt's singing, his eyes fluttering shut against Finn's side.

"If only in my dreams." Finn finished for him, his own eyes following suit not soon later.

"Time for bed, kid." Puck came up behind Blaine, ruffling his hair. "You don't want Santa to not come because you stayed up."

"Santa's not real, Noh." Blaine said slowly, blinking up Puck with a frown.

Puck felt his heart collapse in realization of what Blaine had said. "I thought you said that your favorite color is red because Santa wears red?"

"I did..."

"Then how can Santa not be real?"

"Because only babies believe in Santa!" Blaine yelled loudly, a tiny tear falling from the corner of his eye. Blaine wiped at it furiously, glaring at himself as much as he could.

"Not true." Puck said with a smile. "I believe in Santa. Dakota believes in Santa."

"You're lying."

"Kurt believes in Santa."

"Daddy said that Santa's not real. And he never came to my house."

Puck kneeled down in front of him, putting his hands on his knees and looking him directly in the eye. The watering depths of hazel scared him for a moment, but more than that made his heart swell in sadness. "I'm not daddy."

And that seemed like a good enough answer because, before Puck knew it, he had an excitedly babbling Blaine running up the stairs before him demanding that they leave out cookies and milk and those things that Puck's grandmother had made for Hanukkah yesterday.

A: N – MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! I hope you all have a great Christmas or holidays or whatever it is you celebrate. Please remember what this whole holiday is all about: Family. Take a moment to be with them and thank everyone for everything that they've ever done for you. Such as I'm doing now. Thank you all for making this year wonderful. I'll see you guys some more later in the week. LOVE YOU!