Hello, everyone! I know it has been a while since I updated. I apologize for that, it was the combo of the holidays, real life insanity, and as many of you know, I have also started an Anderberry siblings fic called Just A Kiss. I have concentrated a bit more heavily on it as of late, but AMOS finally jumped on my brain and demanded its fair share of my time. So here I am, better late than never I hope, and for anyone who has found this after reading JAK, either here or on Tumblr, welcome!

As always, I send out my love and gratitude to everyone reading. And most definitely sending my affection to all who have reviewed! You know I love those reviews.

Hmmm...I didn't find ownership of Glee under my tree Christmas morning. *le sigh*

Chapter 37

The smell of coffee and food cooking woke Blaine up. He was thrown off for a moment by not only the delicious scents but the unfamiliar surroundings. After a second he realized that he was in the guest room of the Hudson-Hummel household. He remembered being gently shaken awake by Kurt around 4:30AM to quietly sneak down the hall, after several minutes of kisses of course, to go back to sleep in the spare bed. He had managed to snag the pillow of Kurt's that he had been sleeping on so that he was able to wrap his arms around it and bury his face in something that carried Kurt's scent, sleeping blissfully.

Blaine sat up and yawned, stretching and scratching his chest. His stomach rumbled and he grinned as he tossed the covers aside. He walked down the hallway and paused at Kurt's doorway. He saw that Kurt was still sleeping, snuggled down under the covers. Kurt was breathing evenly, lips parted slightly with one arm out from under the covers. His hair was tousled and he looked so adorable that Blaine felt like his heart actually expanded. He blew a kiss towards his sleeping boyfriend and pulled the door closed.

Carol looked up at the sound of someone walking down the stairs and smiled when Blaine hesitantly walked in.

"Good morning, honey, did you sleep well?" she asked, turning bacon in a pan on the stove.

Blaine smiled and said, "Yes, ma'am, I did. Thank you so much for letting me stay the weekend here."

"Of course, we are glad to have you. Are scrambled eggs okay, or do you want them some other way?" Carol asked, pulling a carton of eggs and a block of cheese out of the refrigerator.

"No, no, scrambled is fine," Blaine said quickly, not wanting to be a bother. He felt a little embarrassed as his stomach gave a loud rumble.

Carol laughed and pulled out a big bowl, a whisk and the cheese grater. She started breaking eggs into the bowl and added cheese along with several teaspoons of water and whisked it all together. She saw Blaine's interested gaze and smiled. "Adding water makes them fluffy. You can use milk instead, if you like, but water works as well." She added butter to the skillet she had warming on the stove and once it had melted, she added the egg mixture. She moved the cooked bacon to a napkin covered plate and added more slices to start heating.

"Juice, milk or coffee, dear?" Carol asked.

Blaine breathed deeply of the coffee scent. "Coffee, please, if it's not any trouble."

"No trouble whatsoever," Carol said as she filled two plates with hot bacon and eggs.

Blaine gratefully accepted the full plate she offered him. The first mouthful of eggs nearly had him moaning in ecstasy. Carol placed a mug of coffee in front of him as well as the cream and sugar. As he made his coffee to his liking, Finn walked in, yawning widely.

"Mornin', Mom," Finn said, kissing her on the cheek as he took the full plate she held out to him. He sat down at the table and grabbed a fork. "'Sup, Blaine," he said, preparing to eat.

Blaine gestured in greeting, his mouth full of food. Carol sat down with a mug of hot tea and stirred honey into it while watching the two boys empty their plates.

"So, Blaine, what are you and your family doing for Thanksgiving? Any big plans?" Finn asked between bites.

Blaine's hand paused, putting the forkful of eggs back down. Thanksgiving. His parents already had the reservations made for that week, in Paris this time. Blaine didn't really want to go but he knew better than to ask to be left behind. He knew his father probably didn't care whether or not he was around, but his mother needed to satisfy her maternal urges quota for the year. And since Christmas was out, this was the last chance for the Anderson's to be together as a "family," though they were pretty much a mockery of the term.

Blaine shook himself of his mental ramblings, noting Finn's expectant face. He smiled a weak smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Going to Paris. My parents aren't much for the traditional Thanksgiving. This is the last holiday this year we will be together, so Mom decided Paris was where she wanted to go this year."

Finn looked horrified. "But, dude, that means no turkey! And no stuffing or sweet potatoes or cranberry sauce or any other good stuff! Are you gonna have to eat snails or frog legs or weird stuff like that?"

Blaine shrugged. He had learned long ago not to let himself get disappointed by his parents and their lack of normal family traditions.

Carol looked closely at Blaine and thought over what he had said. "What about Christmas?"

Blaine shifted in his chair, feeling a little exposed and uncomfortable. He had the idea that Carol could see more than he actually wanted to reveal. "Dad told me several weeks ago that I would be staying at Dalton over Christmas break," he said, focusing his attention on the tabletop and unable to meet her eyes.

Carol put her mug down, a little harder than necessary. "I have never heard such a ridiculous thing in all my life. Stay at Dalton, the very idea!" Her eyes snapped as an affronted look came over her face. "Of course you will come here, honey. You will come home with Kurt. We would love to have you."

"Love to have what?" said a sleepy voice from the doorway. Blaine smiled as he took in Kurt leaning against the door facing, still sleep tousled, heavy lidded and utterly adorable. Kurt stifled a yawn as he crossed the kitchen to drape his arms around Blaine from the back. He nuzzled Blaine's ear, making a contented humming sound before whispering, "Morning, sweetheart."

Blaine leaned back into Kurt's touch and put one hand over Kurt's hands to hold them to him. His heart beat a little faster at both the loving touch and the whispered endearment. "Morning, babe. Sleep well?"

"Ummhmm, I was pretty worn out last night it seems," Kurt said, chuckling lightly at the flush that came over Blaine's cheeks at the loaded statement. He pressed his lips against Blaine's warm cheek and let them linger a moment before moving away to fix himself coffee. "So, what were you discussing when I came in?"

Carol spoke before Blaine could say anything. "Kurt, were you aware that Blaine's parents plan to have him stay at Dalton over Christmas?"

Kurt's hands froze mid preparation. He placed the cream back on the counter and turned around slowly to look at Blaine.

"Blaine? Is that true? But why? And why didn't you tell me?" Kurt said, his eyes full of sadness.

Blaine wanted to disappear. He felt embarrassed over his lack of a "real" family, about his father's non acceptance of him, about his mother's lack of interest in her only child. He hated seeing Kurt look so sad and knowing he was the reason for it, even if it was indirectly this time.

Carol spoke up again. "I told him he would be more than welcome to come here for the break. Don't you agree, Kurt?"

Kurt finished making his coffee and crossed the kitchen to sit next to Blaine. He took one of Blaine's hands into his own. "Blaine? Is that okay? Would you come home with me for Christmas?"

Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes and felt like he could see into forever. No matter how insignificant and unloved his parents made him feel, Blaine could look at Kurt and know he wasn't alone. Not anymore. He smiled a little tremulously and said, "If you all will have me, I would love to come."

Kurt's smile was blinding as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against Blaine's. Carol sniffled a bit before saying, "Well, then, that's settled. Plan on being here, Blaine. Do we need to speak to your parents or get permission or anything?"

Blaine rubbed his nose against Kurt's quickly before answering, "No, ma'am, I don't think it will be necessary." It went unspoken but was understood that they more than likely would not care either way, unless you counted the fact that it was at his boyfriend's house. But Blaine figured that what they didn't know would certainly not hurt them. It wasn't like they would be in contact him or anything.

"Sweetie, I would like it very much if you would call me Carol. That is, if you are comfortable doing so," she gave him a warm smile.

Blaine felt that fullness sensation in his heart again as he smiled shyly at Carol. Finn was grinning widely at him.

"Blaine, dude, this will be awesome! Kurt and Mom are gonna bake a ton of goodies and we'll have hot chocolate and egg nog and wassail, oh, and maybe you guys will go caroling with me and the rest of Glee?"

Kurt was back at the counter, making his breakfast. He had spread peanut butter on a slice of whole grain bread and topped it with slices of banana. He had drizzled honey over that and was sprinkling it with cinnamon while Finn chatted excitedly. "You guys are going caroling?"

"Yeah. Well, kind of. Mr. Schue wants us to go to the hospital and sing in the children's wing and some other parts of the hospital before going to the nursing home and assisted livings," Finn said.

Kurt looked impressed. "Blaine, we should talk to the Council and see if they would be interested in something like that. I bet that would look good for the community works portion they are always talking about."

Blaine nodded. "It's a good idea. We are performing at the Christmas Spectacular, so we would have to make sure it didn't interfere with that, but I would imagine they would be pretty interested. Can we let you know?"

Finn swallowed the food he was chewing and said, "No problem, dude. We would love to have Kurt back even if it's only for a little while, and I bet everyone will be stoked to have you sing with us."

Kurt had sat down next to Blaine to eat and was chewing thoughtfully. "I think Wes said this week we will decide which songs we will perform at the Christmas deal. We can mention it then."

For Blaine, the weekend at Kurt's was nothing short of amazing. He was not used to a household with so much warmth and love. Burt and Carol were so obvious in how they cared for each other, and they were open and affectionate with Kurt and Finn as well, with Blaine being very quickly included. It was quickly apparent that members of New Directions felt comfortable coming to the Hudmel house, as it was affectionately known. Puck showed up that evening to hang out with Finn, and Kurt had been visited by Mercedes and Tina, and then later by Santana and Brittany. Quinn had called the house and Mike, Sam and Artie had also swung by on their way to the mall. Kurt had even had a brief and semi polite conversation with Rachel.

Later that night, Blaine and Kurt lay cuddled together in Kurt's bed. The door was open slightly as per Burt's requirement, and they were watching Clerks. Blaine decided that Wes was right, Kurt was one of the best people ever to watch a movie with. Every time Kurt laid his head on Blaine's shoulder and whined, "I'm not even supposed to be here!" Blaine cracked up.

As the movie came towards the end, Blaine found himself laying partially on Kurt's chest with Kurt's arm around him. He listened to the steady sound of Kurt's heartbeat and sighed in contentment when he felt Kurt nestle his chin into the curls on top of his head. He started running his hand gently up and down Kurt's chest, nuzzling his face in it while teasing the nipples.

Kurt shivered and leaned back slightly to look at Blaine with one eyebrow raised. "Are you trying to tell me something here, Blaine?"

Blaine grinned mischievously at him and leaned up to give him a kiss that was teasingly quick. "Oh, you know, just that I love you and I love being here with you." He sat up and got off the bed, sashaying dramatically towards the door as if to walk out.

"Now just hold on a sec," Kurt said, moving quickly to block the way. "You don't go doing things like that and then just go to walk away!" He narrowed his eyes when he saw how Blaine's eyes twinkled as he held in laughter and said, "Oh, okay, I see how it is. Go on, then, go tend to whatever business you have outside of my room. I will stay here. All by my lonesome." He grabbed his vanilla lip balm, knowing it was Blaine's favorite, and slowly and teasingly applied a layer of it. He rubbed his lips together, never taking his eyes off of Blaine.

Blaine was focused on Kurt's mouth now. Being a tease was no longer seeming like such a good idea with Kurt turning on the sexy.

Kurt smirked at Blaine and said, "Tease me like that, will you? Get me all worked up and then try to walk out on me?"

Uh oh. Blaine knew that tone. Before he could move, Kurt caught him up in his arms and tossed him onto the bed. In a flash, Kurt was straddling him so that his arms were trapped and was tickling his sides unmercifully.

Blaine was laughing under Kurt, thrashing wildly and trying to escape. "Kurt! Kurt, I'm sorry, stop it, stop it! I promise not to do it again, just cut it out!" He was laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

Kurt laughingly stopped his tickling of Blaine and moved slightly so that Blaine could free his hands. Blaine made no move to free himself, preferring instead to stay where he was, laying on his back with Kurt sitting on him. He smiled up at Kurt, putting his hands on Kurt's firm thighs and rubbing them up and down. Kurt caught both of Blaine's hands in his and pushed them back above his head, pinning them there. Kurt leaned down, tantalizingly close so that Blaine could smell the yummy vanilla scent of the lip balm he had just used.

"Tease," Kurt whispered before lightly kissing Blaine with barely there kisses, almost just brushing their lips together rather than actually kissing. He spent several breathtaking moments doing this until Blaine was sure his brain would simply short circuit altogether because he was slowly going insane. It was the best kind of torture. It got even better when Kurt finally gave in and pressed closer for a proper kiss that involved tongues and teeth and spit. Both boys realized at almost the exact same moment that the angle Kurt was in while holding Blaine's hands captive had arranged it so that their crotches were perfectly aligned to brush against each other in an oh, so pleasant way. Kurt moved himself lightly and teasingly with slight pressure that was definitely just enough to push Blaine over the brink of insanity.

Managing to catch Kurt off guard, Blaine twisted his hips and thrust up at the same time while loosening his hands from Kurt's easy grasp. He flipped their position so that Kurt was now on his back with Blaine nestled snugly between his thighs.

"Hmmmm, I think I like this," Blaine said, grinning mischievously at a somewhat disconcerted Kurt who actually looked a bit surprised to find himself where he was. He forgot all about it when Blaine combined a heady kiss with a slow grind of his hips, causing Kurt to wrap his legs around Blaine's waist and tighten them. A groan of approval escaped Blaine but was captured by Kurt's mouth.

"Shhhh, remember that the door is open and everyone is home. In fact, we probably need to stop this and cool down a bit," Kurt said, reluctantly pulling both of them back to reality.

Blaine fell to Kurt's side, trying unsuccessfully not to pout. He reached down to adjust himself in his jeans and took small comfort in noticing that Kurt was doing the same. At least he wasn't by himself in the feeling just a bit unfulfilled at the moment.

For his part Kurt was remembering his father's words about sexual intimacy and all it entailed and how once you started you wanted to keep doing it. Truer words had never been spoken. He was a jumble of feelings at the moment. He was most definitely turned on. He wished his family was elsewhere and felt a little guilty about that. He saw Blaine having to rearrange himself and was torn between wanting to be the one adjusting Blaine and wanting to hide his head under the pillow to shut everything out. Kurt sighed to himself. He missed home, sometimes so much it hurt, but there was something to be said about the dorm rooms of Dalton and the privacy they afforded. He looked apologetically at Blaine. They looked at each other for a moment and then Blaine started to laugh. Kurt looked at him like he had lost his mind for a moment, and then he, too started laughing. They laughed together until their sides hurt. Finally, they calmed, only to look at each other and lose it again.

Kurt shook his head and said, "We are pretty much hopeless, I think. Shall we watch another movie? I think Finn has The Hangover!"

Blaine wiped his eyes since he had laughed hard enough to bring tears. Laughter was a beautiful thing, especially when it was with someone so important and loved by him. He smiled brightly at Kurt. "That sounds great."

Kurt got the movie and put it in his DVD player. They settled back on Kurt's bed and cuddled together again. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine tightly and whispered, "Love you, sweetheart."

Blaine whispered, "Love you, too." Sure, it kind of sucked that their makeout session had been cut sadly short and hadn't really gone too far, but there was more to their relationship than just the physical part. Laying there with Kurt, watching movies and laughing together, was one of the best feelings in the world. He was surrounded by Kurt's warmth and his scent. And he was in a house where he felt safe, accepted, and loved. At that moment, Blaine knew there was no where else on earth he would rather be.

TBC

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