Phoebe's POV:

Christmas in Aspen is one of my favorite memories. I loved having all of my family members together under one house and laughing and enjoying each other's company. This year was no different. Even better, I had Blaine with me.

Ever since our family slowly expanded, my father began to build add ons to the house. The house itself was gorgeous and it was like a second home to me. Memories of sledding with Teddy on a toboggan when we were younger were fresh memories. I remembered my first ski lesson, the time I broke my leg down the hill and my father threatened to sue, and building snowmans.

All of us kids were in the Jacuzzi while the adults stayed warm inside. We were trying to figure out what to do tonight.

"We could stay in and watch a movie," Blaine suggested.

I was sitting on his lap in the overcrowded Jacuzzi and he rubbed circles along my lower back.

"Snore," Blithe retorted.

"I don't see you coming up with any better ideas," Blaine shot back.

She chewed her lip before beaming, "Let's go to one of the clubs. I saw a flyer for a party when we went into town today."

"Absolutely not," Blaine said.

Meanwhile everyone else agreed to go.

"Why can't we go?" I turned towards him.

"You can't get into a twenty-one and older club and your father wouldn't want you to go to a twenty-one and older club. I say we stick to the movie idea."

"I hate to admit it Phoebe, but he's right," Teddy said from across the Jacuzzi, "You most of all shouldn't be testing dad's temper."

"There's not a chance in hell that I'll stay here while everyone else goes out," I said, "That's not fair."

"We could all stay in," Gwen suggested.

Everyone turned to frown at her.

"Or Blaine and Phoebe can stay in and the rest of us go out," Teddy offered.

I splashed water at him, "No way!"

"Fee, we can stay in and watch and a movie," Blaine ran his fingers down my back.

"I wanna go out!"

Ava sighed, "We could all go skiing."

"We'll be spending all day tomorrow skiing," Jeff told her.

All eyes turn to me.

"Fine," I stood up, "You all go without me. Don't want to be a bother."

I stepped out of the circle and stomped into the house. The adults, who were sitting around the Christmas tree, turned to face me.

"What's wrong with you?" my father questioned.

"Everyone else is going out to the club while I get to stay home and watch a movie."

Blaine came in behind me, "Or we could go ice skating."

It took every part of me not to roll my eyes, "Yes, I'd love to go ice skating like a five year old."

"You can forget about going to the club," my father warned, "You aren't even of age yet and they practically sell alcohol to anyone who walks in."

Letting out a frustrated scream, I went back to my room. Blaine caught the door before I could slam it.

"I don't know why you're so mad," he grabbed my waist, "I could really make it worth staying in."

"I'm not interested," I pulled away from him.

Batman jumped around my feet, begging me to pick him up. I scooped him up and carried him to the bed with me. He began to lick my face as I petted him behind his ears. Blaine sat down beside me and rubbed Batman's back.

"Well what do you wanna do?"

"Nothing," I said, "Absolutely nothing. I'm going to climb into bed and cuddle with my dog."

Blaine laughed, "You're being ridiculous! We're on winter break; there are so many things we can do."

"Like?"

Blaine pinned me beneath him and kissed my neck. I squirmed as his hands groped me all over. He broke away from me and rubbed our noses together.

"You sure you don't wanna make out?" Blaine breathed, "I really really wanna make out."

I ran my fingers through Blaine's hair, in the way I know drives him crazy. He let out a small groan and pushed our bodies closer so that I could feel his growing erection. Blaine reached over to push Batman off of the bed and spread us out.

"Hmm?" I hummed as Blaine sucked my neck.

He rolled my bikini top off in an effort to move further down. Hisses escaped his throat followed by moans and sucking noises. I pushed him down further; Blaine yanked my bikini bottoms off.

"Have I told you how sexy you are to me lately?" Blaine kissed my hip.

"It's been awhile," I giggled.

He climbed back up to my face, "I should tell you more often because a girl like you should be cherished."

"I think I'm pretty well cherished," I kissed him on his lips, "Especially as of lately."

Blaine growled before grabbing my face and bit my lip. I let out a satisfied moan as Blaine's fingers kneaded my chest. I don't know who let out the bigger moan, but what I do know is the fact that Blaine was suddenly filling me. We were lost in each other's bodies and mouths to notice the door opening.

"Phoebe, how 'bout-," my father's voice entered the room.

I screamed, Blaine screamed, and my father screamed. Blaine pushed off of me and rolled onto the floor.

"I-I," my father stuttered before turning around and walking out.

A burst of laughter escaped out of my mouth, "Omigod!"

Silence came from Blaine's end of the room. He sat on the ground with his hands covering his face.

"Don't worry baby," I climbed over to Blaine.

"Your father just walked in on us! He's going to kill me," Blaine yelled.

"No he's not. He's just probably scarred for life and will more than likely talk to Dr. Flynn about this for the rest of his life."

Blaine flew up, "This isn't a joke Phoebe! Your father has already warned me about touching you in the same house as him! I'm not prepared to die."

"Don't be so dramatic," I rolled my eyes.

When I tried to touch him, Blaine pushed my hand away.

"I need to go take a shower. A very cold and a very long shower."

Christian's POV:

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. There are some things a father shouldn't see and what I just witnessed between Phoebe and Blaine. No amount of therapy could erase what I saw tonight. I needed Flynn, ASAP. I don't care if I have to fly him out from the corner of the universe.

I ran into Elliot on my way back to my bedroom. He was one of the last people I needed to see right now. He would think that finding Phoebe and Blaine in that situation to be the funniest thing on the planet and would never let me live it down.

"You look like you just saw a ghost," Elliot observed, "Everything all right?"

"Perfect," I brushed by him.

Elliot caught my arm, "You're obviously lying. Is something wrong with Ana? Phoebe? Teddy?"

I looked down the hallway, "Come with me."

I led him to my office and locked the door. My nerves took over and I walked over to the liquor cabinet. Elliot declined when I offered him a glass of scotch.

"What the hell is your problem?" he questioned, "If you don't mind, I have a hot wife who is more than ready to get it on with me."

"No, no, no," I shook my head, "I do not need to think about anyone else having sex in this house."

"Huh?"

"I walked in on Phoebe and Blaine…"

Elliot's eyes widened, "Are you serious?"

"No, I'm joking about my daughter's sex life. Yes I'm serious!"

He leaned against the door, "Our little Phoebe and Blaine? Well that's ridiculous. She's not old enough to have… Adult relations. No, no. We have to go and talk to them; he obviously forced her."

"I know what I saw Lelliot, she was more than willing," I took another sip, "Oh god I can't get the image of them out of my head."

Elliot pushed off from the door, "Well here's what we do. We kidnap him in the middle of the night and we tell him that if he so much as kisses Phoebe, we'll kill him."

There was a knock on the office door. Kate stuck her head into the office.

"Uhm, sweetie? I thought you were going to be right back," she said between clenched teeth.

"That was before Christian over here caught our Phoebe getting it on with that big bad wolf Blaine."

Kate doubled over in laughter, "Are you serious? You walked in on them?"

"It's not funny!"

She tried to compose herself, "You're right, it's not funny. Wanna know what else isn't funny? The fact that my husband is down here with you instead of upstairs with me. Elliot, if you ever want to sleep in the same bed as me again; you'll be upstairs in two minutes."

Elliot watched the door that Kate just slammed shut. Obviously conflicted, he turned towards me with defeated eyes, "Look, I have a feeling that she's being one hundred percent serious and therefore I have to go upstairs. If you need backup, just lemme know."

I nodded, "Alright, thanks."

Ana was walking out of the bathroom when I walked upstairs. She doubled over in laughter like Kate did when I told her about walking in on Phoebe.

"Christian, she's not a little girl anymore. What did you expect when we let them share a room together? That they'd spend the night playing scrabble. Adults have sex."

"Do not use the word 'sex' and Phoebe in the same sentence ever again," I covered my ears, "I'm serious Ana."

"Don't be such a baby," she rolled her eyes, "You wouldn't be this obsessed if this was about Teddy."

She had a point but I refused to agree with her. I turned away and covered my eyes but all I could see was Blaine on top of Phoebe.

"Stop thinking about them!" Ana snapped, "You'll only drive yourself crazy."

"I'm already going crazy," I told her, "You didn't see what I saw!"

Ana wrapped her arms around my neck, "Well how 'bout we erase those memories and replace them with our own."

Suddenly, Phoebe and Blaine were the last things on my mind.