Kurt woke first the next morning, feeling more well-rested than he had in a very long time. He wasn't sure if it was because of the emotional roller coaster he and Blaine had been on yesterday, or because he was wrapped up in Blaine's arms all night. The latter wasn't something he wanted to give up, ever.

He lay there, just thinking, not wanting to disturb Blaine's sleep. "I don't know how I'm ever going to go back to sleeping without Blaine beside me. It's only been a few days, and already I don't want to be apart from him. I wonder how soon after meeting someone is too soon to ask them to move in with you. Maybe he doesn't want to live with me. What if he does want to live with me but not at my apartment? What if his apartment is better? Should I suggest we find a new place that's completely ours?"

As he finished that thought, he heard a voice inside his head that sounded just like Santana. "KURT, TAKE A FUCKING BREATH!" So, he did and mentally thanked her for the reminder. "Is that the only phrase that gets me to calm down anymore? I really should work on that."

Kurt took a few more "fucking" breaths and thought more rationally about the whole situation. "Okay, it's Christmas Day, so maybe I will just call Santana and get her thoughts on the whole thing. I'd call Dad, but he's on a cruise so no cell service there. I hope they're having a good time. How in the hell am I going to explain all of this to them? Maybe I will just bring Blaine back with me for a visit, and they'll be able to see the connection between us. No, that's stupid. I'll just explain it to him and hope he understands. He will; he's my dad and the biggest cheerleader for happiness in my life. When am I going to see him again? Damnit, there's too much going on in my head right now I can't even remember."

With that thought, he calmed down and snuggled closer to Blaine's sleeping form. One thing Kurt knew he'd never get over was...well, there were tons of things that he would never get over when it came to Blaine, but Kurt absolutely loved the way his soulmate smelled. He loved the smell of Blaine's hair and neck, his chest, his groin, and oh dear god, his ass. "Stop Kurt! Mailman, Grandma, that one singer's annoying personal assistant that plasters themselves in every single photo they can. Okay…that did it. Just concentrate on Blaine's hair. That other stuff can come later."

Blaine slept for another 30 minutes or so, and Kurt spent that time trying to memorize every feature of his soulmate's face. When Blaine started to stir, Kurt began kissing his face, unable to resist it any longer. He kissed Blaine's temple, his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, and then finally his lips, which is how Blaine fully woke up.

"I could get used to this," Blaine said, voice husky with sleep. He kissed Kurt back lazily, thoroughly enjoying the wake-up call.

"Me too," Kurt replied, and his mind started wandering to his earlier dilemma of asking Blaine to move in with him.

The boys continued kissing for several more minutes before they were interrupted by Kurt's phone ringing. "I'm going to throttle her when I get home," Kurt fumed as he broke away from Blaine's lips. "She won't stop calling either, so I'm going to have to take this."

"It's not a problem, baby," Blaine replied and stole one more kiss as Kurt's phone stopped ringing. "Shall I go make some breakfast while you talk with her?"

"I would love that," Kurt answered.

"Merry Christmas, love," Blaine said as Kurt's phone began singing again.

"Merry Christmas, my love," Kurt replied. He captured Blaine's lips one more time before answering his phone. "Yes?"

"Well, a Merry fucking Christmas to you, too," Santana snarked on the other end of the line. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said, not sounding sorry about anything at all.

"Nope," Kurt answered dryly, emphasizing the 'p.' "We just woke up."

"Daaaaamn," she joked.

"Merry Christmas, San," Kurt said fondly.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Kurt," Santana answered. She heard her best friend sigh and guessed that there was something he wanted to talk to her about but wouldn't bring up on his own. Sometimes, it paid to know his little quirks. She always knew when he needed to talk or be pushed and when to back off. Right now, he needed to talk. "What's up? You sound like you've got something on your mind."

"Well," Kurt began, "I've been thinking about asking Blaine to move in with me when we get home. It's just—"

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Santana yelled. "You've known each other, what, five days, and you already want to make that jump? He's going to think you're crazy. Which you are." She wanted to say something more, but Kurt sounded like he was already struggling to make a protest.

"San, there's a lot more to it than that," Kurt tried to explain.

"I don't care what all there is to it," Santana replied. "You can't ask him that. It's too fucking soon." Really, she just wanted to look out for her friend. She wanted to meet this guy before Kurt made any drastic changes. Her Mexican third-eye had never let her down before, and she knew if this guy was a creep or just after Kurt for his money, she'd be able to tell.

"Well, it's not really up to you, now, is it?" Kurt shouted and hung up on her, silencing his ringer so he wouldn't hear it when she inevitably called back.

Kurt was pissed. He knew what Santana was saying was true. He did. It was too soon, and he knew that. He just wished she would have listened to his side before blowing up on him. And there was no way he was going to let her order him around. She wasn't his fucking mother after all.

"Everything okay?" Blaine asked from the doorway. "I heard you shout and wanted to check on you."

Kurt looked up at Blaine, hating the worry that was on his face. "Yeah," he said, sighing. "Santana and I just quarreled over something fairly stupid. I hate fighting with her. We're both stubborn sometimes, and this is one of those times. Though, this time, she was right. And if you ever tell her I said that I'll never kiss you again." Both boys knew this was an idle threat. They could never not kiss each other.

"I won't ever tell her," Blaine said and went over to the bed to sit down by his soulmate. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not right now," Kurt said. "I promise I will tell you at some point, and by then, I'm sure it will seem ridiculous. Just not right now, please."

"Okay," Blaine replied and placed a gentle kiss on Kurt's mouth. "Breakfast will be ready in just a little bit. We had all of the stuff for a frittata, and I was about to put it in the oven when I heard you shout."

"That sounds amazing," Kurt replied. "Do I have time to go jump in the shower?"

"Yeah," Blaine answered. "I'll take one after we eat."

"I love you," Kurt said, thrilled that he could say this whenever he felt like it.

"I love you, too," Blaine replied. "Now, go get your stinky self in the shower so we can eat." He chuckled to himself at Kurt's instant response.

"I do not stink," Kurt reprimanded and tried to swat at Blaine, but he jumped out of the way too fast. He listened to Blaine giggle as he left the room, and Kurt got up to go to the en-suite bathroom and get ready for the day.

While he was in the shower, he thought about a gift he could give Blaine. "Oh, this is going to be so good!"