Christmas was an extremely festive affair for the Hudson-Hummels. Kurt had, of course, been in charge of decorating, cooking, and event planning, with Carole giving as much help as possible and Burt and Finn just trying to stay out of the way. Fortunately, though, everything had worked perfectly and on Christmas Day the four of them were sat around the dining table enjoying pigs-in-blankets and creamed potatoes ("no, Dad, they're not the same thing as mashed potatoes!") and sprouts and everything else Kurt could dream up to cook. Finn was finishing off the pitcher of mulled wine with such praise for it that Kurt didn't mind only getting one glass.
For the time being, Kurt had managed to dismiss his kiss with Blaine from his mind (although was still having dreams about it that left him feeling more vulnerable than he'd like) and was enjoying spending more time with his family and friends from McKinley.
Rachel and Finn had broken up at the end of the semester, but Kurt was regrettably still having to console both of them. His efforts to get Finn talking to him after a glass of warm milk had finally borne fruit, but not in the way he'd have liked. That night, though, he valiantly entered Finn's room with two cups of milk and offered Finn one.
"Thanks, man," Finn said gratefully – as though reminding himself of his gender would make this feel less girly.
"You're welcome," Kurt smiled, perching on Finn's desk chair. He perched because Finn's room was surprisingly messy and he questioned the hygiene of the seat. "So, you alright?"
Finn had definitely had too much mulled wine, because he didn't seem as put out by the question as he normally did. "Yeah, I guess," he replied. "But Rachel's been on my mind again."
"Really," Kurt asked with absolutely no conviction.
"She has. And I'm thinking, should I have broken up with her? Cos I thought I should, so I did, but..." He trailed off and looked curiously at Kurt. "I am getting the weirdest feeling of déjà vu."
"Hmm, weird." Kurt wasn't sure if Finn could tell just how sarcastic he was being, tracing his finger over the rim of his glass.
Finn shrugged. "Are you alright, Kurt? You always ask me, but I never ask you."
"Sure I am." Kurt smiled, but he knew he was lying and he didn't like lying to Finn. "Well... I don't know."
"What's up?"
Kurt sighed. "I..." He paused. "If I told you something, would you promise to not tell anyone?"
"Of course." He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but Kurt knew that Finn was, above everything, a man of his word. Well, most of the time.
"Okay." Kurt wasn't sure how to say it. "Well, at school at the end of last semester, it turns out Blaine and I were standing under the mistletoe," he explained, looking up at Finn.
Finn paused. "What's mistletoe again? The red berries or the white ones?"
"The white ones," Kurt answered quickly. "You're supposed to kiss under it?" he prompted.
"Oh. Oh, wow," said Finn, nodding. "So, did you kiss him?"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah. I did," he responded, feeling butterflies in his stomach from the memory.
"Oh, congrats, Kurt!" Finn broke out in a smile, but there was relief in his voice. Kurt supposed he must still be a little awkward after Kurt's crush on him last year. He almost cringed at the thought.
"Yeah, it was great," he gushed, then stopped himself. He didn't want to weird Finn out. "My problem is: what's the protocol from here?"
Finn looked confused again. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, did that kiss necessarily mean that Blaine likes me? Or just that he felt obliged because you're supposed to kiss under mistletoe?"
"Look, Kurt," Finn began uncertainly. "I don't know the answers to your questions, but I don't know any guy who'd kiss another guy just to be polite. Now, I know I don't really know Blaine," he added, as Kurt opened his mouth to object, "but that's all I can really think to say about it. Sorry."
Kurt nodded slowly. "Well, you've been more help than Mercedes and – " he coughed " – just Mercedes. No-one else. Just Mercedes."
Finn smiled proudly. "Ah, well, you're welcome, Kurt." He finished his milk and tried to look pointedly at the door to insinuate that Kurt should go. Luckily, Kurt took the hint and left, feeling slightly better and pleased that he and Finn had bonded.