Question 12: If you could wake up tomorrow have gained one quality or ability, what would it be?

The cat was out of the bag – Kurt knew Blaine's biggest secret about his relationship with Sebastian. Maybe he didn't know all the details, but he didn't pressed Blaine for it and Blaine didn't feel like talking about it anyway. The only thing Kurt acted differently was choosing to spend Christmas in New York alone with Blaine instead of going to see his family.

Blaine had decided he wouldn't be going to Westerville because he didn't want to face his father. After telling this to Kurt, the other boy suddenly decided to also stay in New York claiming air fares were too expensive. It was a dream come true for Blaine, so he didn't say anything to his roommate.

Suddenly, it was Christmas Eve and the two boys were decorating the tree and listening to Christmas songs. Kurt grinned mischievously and went to his room. Blaine was puzzled and called after him:

"What are you up to?"

Kurt yelled back still from his room:

"You'll see…"

He was curiouser and curiouser but respected his friend's privacy. Kurt came back barely containing his smiles and hiding something behind his back.

"I was going to wait until you fell asleep to pretend it was Santa, but I can't contain myself. Look!"

Kurt brought his arms to the front of his body and there were presents. Plural. Blaine's lips unconsciously formed an "o" shape:

"Presents?"

Kurt nodded enthusiastically:

"I messaged our families telling we'd be alone for Christmas and they all agreed to send us something. There are more in my closet; I'll go get the rest."

"See, I knew we would find some use for your closet being as big as it is."

Kurt came back again carrying even more packages and pocking his tongue out at Blaine. Blaine laughed at him and began to apologize:

"I'm being rude, sorry. You were wonderful, Kurt. It's going to be a very merry Christmas indeed. It's like your Santa himself."

"Sexy Santa?"

Blaine's jaw dropped for real this time:

"WHAT?"

Kurt shook him off:

"Never mind, just remembering some past mistakes. Did I tell you about the year I worked as an elf in a shop?"

A story involving Kurt in tight elf spandex and a Sexy Santa wasn't one Blaine wanted to hear.

"No, but let's get back to business – we are not opening any presents tonight."

Kurt began to pout but turned it into a closed lip smile:

"Why?"

"Why? Christmas traditions, of course! I thought you were the one crazy about Christmas in this household."

"I am! You could say I have a childish enthusiasm for it… Hence, being unable to hide the presents! I want to see what's inside."

Blaine approached him and began to drag him by the arms to the kitchen:

"I insist – presents are for the Christmas morning. Come here, let's make some eggnog."

"Only if you let me add a little rum to them."

Blaine bopped Kurt's nose:

"This way you won't be a good boy and Santa won't bring you toys."

Kurt raised one eyebrow suggestively:

"I don't want toys this year…"

Kurt's eyes kept their hold of Blaine's. Kurt licked his bottom lip and bit it. Was he trying to kiss Blaine? Was his last phrase an innuendo? Blaine couldn't hold his anxiety and turned to the eggnog:

"Rum, you say? Never tried it, we only had virgin ones at home…"

Kurt sighed throwing his head back. Blaine was an idiot. A big stupid idiot. But he couldn't risk losing Kurt's friendship. What if he was reading too much from Kurt's actions? It was always like that, he thought of confessing his feelings to his best friend, but then Sebastian's words to him came back to haunt him: you'll never be loved for who you are. Blaine was exactly who he was with Kurt, he didn't try to please his friend like he did with Sebastian and that was why Kurt would never love him.

Blaine was so lost in thought that he only came back when Kurt pushed him aside and turned off the stove.

"You'll burn our eggnog like this. What were you thinking about, I called you a hundred times."

"S- Sorry."

Kurt playfully bumped his hip against Blaine's:

"No need to be sorry for being distracted. Come on, how naughty do you want your eggnog?"

"Not much."

Kurt shrugged and added just a spurt in Blaine's and a considerable quantity in his own. Blaine tried not to judge his friend but his mouth betrayed him:

"Rough night?"

Kurt smiled at him:

"I might get a tad melancholic for not spending Christmas with my dad. It's the first time we'll spend apart."

"Oh, Kurt, you didn't have to stay away from him on my behalf."

Kurt was abashed and began to stutter:

"I-I didn't… I told you… passages were expensive and…"

Blaine suspicions were confirmed. He changed the subject to not further embarrass his friend:

"Come on, let's drink and watch Christmas specials on TV."

They found a dumb Christmas movie on Netflix and were half watching. At least, Blaine was; he was more interested in watching Kurt in his sideview. After about half an hour of the movie, Kurt sighed:

"I really wish to open the presents. Just one? It's after midnight…"

Blaine snorted at him while shaking his head:

"It's an activity for Christmas morning."

Kurt pouted and Blaine tried to tickle him:

"No sir, you are not using puppy dog eyes and a pout to convince me. Besides, we know the puppy dog eyes owner is me."

Kurt giggled:

"So it's conscious? You use those eyes to get things from me knowing your weapons?"

Blaine turned the puppy dog eyes on:

"Don't be mad at me."

Kurt threw a pillow at him. Blaine hugged the pillow and asked:

"What do you want to find in one of those packages tomorrow?"

"An Alexander McQueen scarf."

Blaine threw back the pillow at him:

"That you know your father will get you. I mean something only Santa could bring?"

"The scarf, my father would never spend that much on clothes."

Well, Blaine had bought the scarf for Kurt and it was waiting in a box under his bed. He poked Kurt's foot with his:

"I'm serious. If I could ask Santa anything, I'd ask for the ability to fly."

And be your boyfriend, but Blaine wouldn't say that last part out loud. Kurt sighed, gaining Blaine's attention back:

"I'd ask for my mother back."

After that, they both fell into a comfortable silence. Soon, the booze took the best of Kurt and he fell asleep on the couch. Blaine adjusted him to a comfortable position, covered him up with a blanket and kissed his forehead:

"Merry Christmas, darling."