Episode 11, Chapter 2:

The next morning was the sibling performance. Every time they sang it was gold and this time was no exception. Rachel deemed herself a songwriter ever since she penned two songs a summer ago. Blaine was cheerfully enthusiastic when he first heard them for her sake and hoped the writing would get better with time, but he regretted how much pride it added to her already enlarged ego. This song, though, was brilliant. He couldn't be prouder of her.

Together they sang 'Extraordinary Merry Christmas' during Chorus, which had a full turn out. Blaine had on a Brooks Brothers Merino Vest under a earl gray Gant by Michael Bastian Bennington Check Sportcoat and Check Pants. [Extraordinary] Rachel was very fond of her vintage blue dress with white snowflakes. [Extraordinary]

Kurt was there to support his boyfriend although they still hadn't spoken since the night before. Blaine worried about where they stood. The fact that he came to see him perform proved that either he had gotten over it, or they could still work things out. Honestly, Blaine didn't care whichever it was as long as Kurt didn't break up with him before Christmas. He would never recover from a heartbreak like that.

After the song, Blaine packed his bag slowly knowing he had a free period, and gratefully, Kurt had stayed behind, not too worried to be missing the first ten minutes of College Algebra the day before break.

"So that was a bit dreamy," Kurt smiled adjusting his messenger bag on his shoulder.

"Only a little bit?" Blaine smiled back confidently as he stood up from packing.

"Maybe a lot," he replied. They paused to gaze into each other's eyes. "I'm sorry for leaving so soon yesterday. I should have stayed when you invited me. I just felt stupid."

"No, Kurt, you did nothing wrong. I'm the idiot. I made you feel bad for no reason. I just hate thinking you have to take care of me."

"I know you can take care of yourself, Blaine. It wasn't supposed to come out like that. If it bothers you, I'll take a backseat. You can spoil me all you want. That would make me happier than you accepting my lavish gifts. I feel like I don't know you as well as I should. I've been wracking my head thinking of anything I can get you, and now your money rule is messing me up even more and there's only 2 more days until Christmas Eve."

"Maybe there shouldn't be gifts at all? It only confuses us and takes away from the magic we should be feeling this time of year. Why don't you and I both decide not to do anything we wouldn't usually do together? We'll just add festive colors and spirit."

"A no-money gift? I'll have to think about this."

"Really because I already know what I'm getting you."

"How could you know that?"

"I've been thinking about it all night. It'll be the best date ever."

"Okay, I'm in!" Kurt smiled. "I actually have a plan for tonight. You popped in to the place one time, but you didn't get to try the food. It's really delicious! Drinks are even better."

"Alright, tonight!"

"I think I've got you the perfect gift!" Finn found Rachel in the hallways on this last day of classes before they went to break. Rachel appreciated his enthusiasm, but she wasn't so sure.

"Did you like my performance today?" she asked him throwing him off.

"Of course, you're always really great when you sing…"

"You didn't notice that my poor little ears looked a little bare of shiny silver or gold…?"

"Look, I know you wanted me to get you earrings or some jewelry. I still have the list," he said taking out the pink paper she'd written her Christmas List on that was now folded from being crumpled in his hand and possibly thrown in his book bag. She sighed her annoyance. She didn't see any lines crossing out the items that he got her.

Rachel could have cried in frustration when she saw the pig that he got her that would help feed a family in Uganda. Supposedly, he'd seen the commercial on TV. She could be sadder that he'd gotten what she wanted for Christmas so very, very wrong.

"Finn, I'm a vegetarian, and it's not like I can wear pig on my ears—please don't make a weird comment about that. I don't get it? I made you list. I made it so easy for you to get me something I'd like; you didn't even have to think about it. You just had to go into the jewelry store and ask for it," she was more than a little agitated. She could see she wouldn't get anywhere with this line of speech. Finn looked very confused and she didn't want to lose him completely with only two days left until Christmas Eve. She changed her tone. Ignoring her open locker and the books she needed to pack before her next class, she gravitated towards him with her "innocent" smile and touchy hands.

"Don't you want me to be happy on Christmas?"

"Of course, I just—"

"You just don't want to get me the only thing I want."

"You wrote kind of a long list…"

"Then stick with the top three items, I know you can do it, Finn. Let me know when you have them so we can celebrate Christmas… together," she smiled and walked away. He was embarrassingly warm and decided that although he was dating Kim Kardashian, she was still his girlfriend, and he loved her despite everything, and if she wanted earrings, then he should stop messing around and get them for her.

Looks like daddy's little girl isn't sugar and spice and everything nice after all.

Sam got a call from Puck rather randomly. He thought Puck wanted to be completely off grid, but based on the message he sent, which included a plane ticket to Florida, Puck wanted his wingman to join him. Quinn wouldn't like that Sam bailed on her so close to Christmas, but there was a saying about brothers coming first.

Sam packed his bag and made sure to leave a giant donation to the Salvation Army Santa that he passed while in the car. He pulled over, jumped out to add, a wad of cash close to 300 dollars and continued on to JFK. The airport was a madhouse, but somehow Sam got privileged seating while he waited thirty minutes for the plan to arrive and then got on first class.

At 40,000 feet, Sam got a beer that he drank straight from the bottle while he sent a nicely worded text to Quinn. His dyslexia would hopefully warm her heart and not make her too pissed at him when he came back. After they slept together, Sam had her feelings for Quinn renew in the way that intimacy did. She was beautiful and smart, and she usually laughed at his jokes. Why shouldn't he live in the moment? She was very independent so it was more likely that she'd leave him in the next few months so he'd never have to break up with her.

Two and a half hours later and no delays, the Florida heat welcomed Sam to a place with none of the stress from home. He took off his shirt within an hour of landing and walked out the baggage claim to meet his friend in the car. He had no idea his friend had someone taking pictures of them the whole time.

Because Sam dumbly sent the message to Quinn as they were up in the air, it never got sent. It instead arrived after he landed and met his friend. She read the message about Sam having to spend the holiday with his mother at the prison, even though he didn't want to. On top of that, he would be going with her to the Hamptons with the rest of his family afterwards, and, of course, this was all decided last minute. She forgave him because what else could she do. Judy was already talking about inviting the Hudson-Hummels over so the home felt busier. She wasn't so alone so maybe it would all work out for the better. She wouldn't have doubted that Sam was lying because he was terrible at it and therefore didn't try that a lot. But he did.

Twenty minutes later as she hoped to be getting another text from Sam, it was instead from Puck.

"Hey Quinn, is it hard to pretend you're a virgin? I'll make sure to tell your boyfriend Merry Christmas."

She freaked out and looked at the picture he sent with it; Puck and Sam together with a clear WELCOME TO FLORIDA sign in the background. This was not what she planned or expected at all.

Spotted spinning at Wolman Rink: The Quinn-capades. All the grace of Nancy Kerrigan but packing the punch of Tonya Harding.

Kurt and Blaine dressed up for a night of fun; Blaine in a yellow mustard Brooks Brothers 1818 Lion Bow Tie, Merc Jenz Sleeveless Jumper in navy, Sperry Top-Sider Men's Authentic Original Boat Shoe and a yellow and black checkered shirt, and Kurt in a black Alexander Wang Midlength Sleeveless Blazer over a gray button down and black pants and knee-high boots. [3x05 bar scene]

Blaine planned on not drinking a lot because he knew he was a lousy drunk. Kurt started them off with specialty cocktails that he was sure Blaine would like because they were mostly fruity and Christmas-themed with cinnamon and peppermint. Quickly Kurt remembered Blaine's crazy low tolerance for alcohol. The smaller boy ordered each fancy drink off the menu, comparing them thoughtfully. His words were a mess, often repetitive and misused. His energy increased tenfold. Just drinking and not dancing seemed like it was a bad idea. After two hours at the bar, Kurt needed to take him home.

"Blaine, I think we should go. I'm sure you reached your limit by now," Kurt said weaseling away the straw from Blaine's mouth. His eyes were glossy and bulbous. He tapped his leg under the table with his foot. Kurt questioned him with his eyes, and Blaine repeated the tap. He wasn't randomly kicking him. He was trying to play footsie!

"No, no Blaine, we're done here. Let me take you home."

"Oh, come on Kurt!" Blaine pouted and snatched his drink back from his boyfriend.

"Look I know you're having a good time, but you're drunk, and you will so regret this in the morning."

"Why don't we both get drunk together? That'll be more fun! Kurt!" he exclaimed passing his drink to him so that he'd take a sip. Kurt had a serious tolerance for drinks that nothing really hit him until he was drinking straight scotch.

"That won't do it Blaine. Maybe another time… come on," he said taking Blaine's arm. For a moment, Blaine felt like he was flying, and then sadly his feet landed back on earth. On the way out they passed a Christmas tree, colorful lights and a blow-up snowman that Blaine pulled himself away from Kurt to look at.

"Did you see that? That's awesome!" he kept saying over and over until they were outside. The cold was a shock for them both. Now Blaine wanted to keep walking, but Kurt yanked him back. He faced him towards him and dressed him up in his hat and gloves. He didn't want him getting a cold because of him.

"Thank you, daddy! Give me a kiss," he pouted his lips and waited for a kiss. Kurt shook his head at his adorable boyfriend, but the other boy didn't see because his eyes were closed. Eventually Kurt gave in because the boy might freeze in that position and time currently meant nothing to him. Blaine pulled him harder to his body, and Kurt had to fight to get free. He really didn't like overblown PDA, especially in the middle of the street where people could see. A couple had to walk around them. Blaine looked very happy with himself. He needed Kurt for support to walk straight as they got to their car. The driver sat inside so Kurt made the effort of opening the backdoor and holding his boyfriend up.

Blaine fell backwards onto the seat and suddenly had a terribly bad idea. He yanked Kurt down on top of him and started kissing him madly. Kurt objected and jumped a bit when Blaine's hand traveled south of the equator.

"Blaine, Blaine," he tried to say in-between kisses, but Blaine was on a mission.

"I love when you say my name…" he kissed his neck. "I want you so bad. We should do it now. Be adventurous, do something special," he said and finally Kurt managed to reel himself back. He couldn't believe it. His Blaine, his drunken Blaine, was saying that.

"It won't be special! Not when you're like this!" Kurt yelled smacking him off. Blaine couldn't comprehend what just happened. In his alcohol muddled brain, he thought things were going great. He winced at the loud voice. He shook his head to make sense of it and got dizzier. He sat up slowly. Kurt was pacing along the side of the car.

"What's wrong? You don't want me?"

"You are completely drunk!" he tried to reason with him. Now Blaine was upset.

"It doesn't s-matter. If I want you now, it's what I want. You-you've had sex before. It won't be special for you any time we do it," he replied scooting out of the car and stepping onto the street. Kurt was in shock. "I get I'm not who you're used to, but I don't see why you have to treat me differently from the others. I'm just a guy."

"What are you doing? Where do you think you're going?" Kurt called when he saw Blaine taking off without him.

"Home! By myself!" Blaine said and marched off. Kurt yelled after him, but he wouldn't turn around. He slammed the door closed. This was not how the night was supposed to go.

Kurt tried to get some air. Once his emotions were cooled, he got in the car. It sped off in the opposite direction. When he laid his head on the pillow that night, it occurred to him what a bad idea it was not to go after him. Kurt wanted to call him, but he doubted he'd get an answer anyway.

First thing in the morning, Kurt called Rachel to make sure Blaine made it home safe.

She reached for her phone hoping it was Finn, who had yet to discuss the list she'd given him about what she wanted for Christmas and Hanukkah. Rachel quirked her eyebrows at the caller ID and answered after the second ring.

"Kurt?" she answered.

"Oh, thank Gaga, look I had a bad night with Blaine, he went home drunk. Just tell me if he made it home okay please," he asked, and it was sort of a question, but more of an order. Rachel put on her pink slippers and shuffled to her brother's room.

He was there alright, extremely sweaty and still wearing mostly all of his clothes from last night. He'd successfully gotten off his coat, scarf, both boots, and one sock. His hat was still mostly on his head along with the gloves. She told this to Kurt.

"I put those on him when we got outside…"

Rachel took a moment to help him out of all the extra clothes he was sweating in and turned down the heat in his room. Because of what Kurt told her, she also knew to leave him water and Alka-Seltzer.

"Is he okay now?"

"Yeah, he's sweaty because he had so much clothes on, and he's definitely going to need a shower, but he's fine. What happened last night?"

"We went to a bar. That was my bright idea," he mumbled.

"Well, that was a terrible idea."

"It was supposed to be fun... but then, he came on to me way too strong, and he went home alone," he didn't know how much to say, but he assumed because they were family, and he had no one else to talk to about it, that he could trust her.

"Wait, he hit on you 'too strong'?" her eyes grew wide. "That's so unlike him. I keep missing all the times you get him drunk!"

"Trust me, I won't be making it a habit."

"I appreciate you not taking advantage of my older brother," Rachel smiled. "He's soft-hearted. He would have regretted that tomorrow if he couldn't remember it," she nodded knowing she would have heard him moping about the lost memories and experience. "He loves you—" she caught herself. "Well, I mean he really, really likes—" Rachel could hear herself beginning a massive lie. "Oh, who am I kidding? My brother is head over heels in love with you. You are all he talks about anymore! For the last couple years, he has only had eyes for you."

"Um," Kurt swallowed. He was now the one getting sweaty. He couldn't have heard this properly. "Should you be telling me this? He is your brother, and it's sort of personal—"

"I'm just trying to help and get something going between you to. The fact he hasn't told you he loves you yet is baffling to me."

"He told you he loves me?" just saying those words made his ears redden.

"No, but he hasn't denied it to me when I harassed him about it. The house knows, Tina knows, it's so obvious. I'm sure he's been holding off saying it because he is not sure if you feel the same—oh, maybe that's why he hit on you so hard? He wanted to prove he loves you by having sex in case you needed convincing… I mean it's a terrible idea, but maybe his drunkenness brought out the hidden desire deep inside him. You know he has some attachment issues, so he was probably scared if you hadn't done it yet, you'd leave him eventually."

"Now that's crazy!" he paused thinking of what Blaine said the night before.

"I know my brother pretty well…" Rachel muttered guessing her brother's motives.

"He said something last night and maybe that's what he meant."

"What did he say?" she asked curiously, lounging on her own bed.

"He asked why I'd care if he was drunk if we had sex and then something about it not being special and him being treated differently. I was so upset last night maybe I didn't understand him right. What do you think he meant?"

"Exactly what I said! You haven't had sex yet, and he's been waiting for you to make a move on him obviously because you have the experience. He may think you don't want him that way, and you only want him for the emotional relationship. I'd be scared to death if that was me because it would mean my boyfriend doesn't feel attracted to me."

"Of course, he's attractive. He's brutally hot. It's hard for me to not want to do anything about it!"

"Well then why haven't you done anything? Rumor has it that you've had sex before, everyone knows, no offense, so why not Blaine? I mean I understand—" she'd continue to talk until she got an answer that she was happy with. This was her brother she was talking about, and Kurt was a known philanderer.

"Because I love him!"

Rachel shut up, and they both took in the silence.

"If you love him, why haven't you said it?" she asked him gently.

"I don't want to rush things like I did with those other guys. I've never even gotten this serious in a relationship. I'm scared I'll mess it all up. It's a serious thing to say to someone, and I don't even know what it means. What will happen to us after that? What if suddenly we grow bored of each other and we break up?"

"Kurt, I'm pretty sure he's the one feeling hurt. He's always been crazy about you. He doesn't want you to break his heart; by giving you his virtue, he's telling you he loves you and hoping you feel the same. You're treating him differently, and he doesn't understand why. I think you should tell him already. Christmas is a great time of year. That would be the best gift for him. Your love wrapped in a bow."

"A gift?" Kurt never would have thought of that, but now it made perfect sense. He wasn't buying him anything, and it wasn't something outrageous, but something that would encourage the future of their relationship. "Thanks for the help."

"You're welcome. If you ever want to talk Blaine, I have great stories about little Blaine," Rachel beamed with a scary amount of enthusiasm.

~A.N. Surprise! I always thought the Scandal's bar scene in Season 3 was dramatic, and I was looking for a way to include it. How will Klaine be able to restore their relationship? Keep reading to find out...