Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. But, if I did...well the plot would look something like this.

Wes was perched on the edge of the council desk when Blaine walked into their practice room that morning. He had his head in between his legs and was hyperventilating. Being the good friend that Blaine is he dropped his things and ran to Wes. Perfect.

"Wes? Wes, hey look at me buddy." Blaine rubbed Wes's back, trying to comfort the boy. Slowly the other warbler raised his head and looked at his friend with tears in his eyes, his face flushed from the exertion of breathing so rapidly.

"Wes, breathe for me. In and out, nice and slow. That's it, like blowing out a candle." Blaine continued to rub circles on Wes's back. Slowly the boy began to relax, his breathing evening out, though still coming quickly. He slouched and slumped against Blaine.

"Th-Thanks." He said in between pants. "Worrying…a-about…sectionals."

Blaine nodded in an understanding fashion. "Don't worry about it Wes. How bout I go make you some coffee, we sit and talk and none of the others have to know?"

Once Wes nodded Blaine was running out the door. As he rounded the corner he smiled to himself.

Sometimes, things were so easy.

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Sometimes, things were totally not easy.

Take shopping for your boyfriend of 3 and a half moths. Its really fucking hard.

Blaine had been in the mall for hours, and hadn't found Kurt anything. He was looking for something subtle, but very romantic. But not overbearing. But not too understated. Something that clearly said Kurt was his, but not overly possessive. And to be perfectly honest, Kurt was hard to shop for.

Finally, after almost four hours of shopping with nothing to show for it, Blaine about gave up. He was actually headed on his way out of the mall when he passed a shop called, "Things Remembered". The name called to him. It was what he wanted, something for Kurt to have that would be remembered. That every time Kurt saw it, he would think of Blaine. That every time Kurt saw something that even remotely looked like it, Blaine would pop into his head. So he walked in.

He started to meander. And he did this for about 5 minutes. Just as he was giving up hope and turned to head out the door, he saw it.

It was a simple platinum band watch. It was a solid band with a nice, but not ridiculously tacky or pricey looking watch in the center. But the beauty of it, was it was in a shop that specialized in engravings. And what's cheesier than an engraved watch for Christmas?

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Kurt sat in front of him on his bed. He was smiling widely, hands behind his back hiding his present. Blaine grinned and was doing the same.

Kurt thrust his arms in front of him, holding him a bright red package with silver and navy blue ribbons. "You first." Blaine smiled but nodded and dropped his present for Kurt in his lap.

He took the box from Kurt and started untying the ribbons. Kurt rolled his eyes, "Its a Christmas present Blaine. You're supposed to rip the wrapping off."

Blaine laughed, entirely content. "But the wrapping is so pretty…Besides, I want to keep at least the ribbons in tact. I might wanna use them to tie you up later." Blaine winked and smiled wider when Kurt blushed. They hadn't even come close to progressing that far in their relationship. Blaine was ready, but he didn't want to yet. Not until Kurt's life was perfect. Not until Kurt had no one else to turn to but him. Blaine needed that dedication.

Once the ribbons were off and Blaine had placed them off to the side after a lascivious wink at Kurt, he tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a small cardboard box. He opened the box to find two pieces of rectangular paper nestled in brightly colored tissue paper. He pulled them out of the box and smiled wider than he had in months. They were two tickets to see Katy Perry. "Kurt you sh-"

"Keep looking Blaine." Kurt smiled excitedly cutting him off.

Blaine begin to dig through the box again and found two plastic id tags. They were backstage passes. Blaine smiled wildly at Kurt. "Kurt! How did you-but-you said…" Blaine smiled wordlessly.

Making an casual gesture Kurt replied calmly, "I know a guy. And because of what happened to Wes…" There was a quiet, awkward pause where they remembered the only reason they could go was because as opposed to having the mandatory 3 hour long pre-sectionals Warbler rehearsal, they were having a one hour rehearsal, because poor Wes Greyson had keeled over from a heart attack after his panic attack in front of Blaine.

Trying to lighten the atmosphere, Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt softly. "Thank you." He said pulling away. "I love it. Its perfect, and I'm taking you and we'll dance and sing loudly and make complete idiots of ourselves and it will be perfect." With a soft smile Blaine finished. "Just like you."

The flush that covered Kurt's cheeks and neck was beautiful, and Blaine loved it. He loved the power that a few simple words provided.

"Your turn." He stated pushing the gift towards Kurt. Kurt was a kid on Christmas. It was beautiful, a whole new variation of child like innocence that Blaine had never seen with Kurt before. His tongue was poking out between his lips as he untied the blue, green, silver, and white bow Blaine had tied. And he greedily ripped off the white wrapping paper, exposing a small silver box.

He saw Kurt's breathing pick up, instantly recognizing the box as the kind that holds jewelry. His eyes flickered up to Blaine's nervously before taking the lid off. Inside was the watch and engraved on one side of the band was the quote, "To love is to act", and on the other side, "Forever yours, Blaine".

Kurt eyes were wide and shining when he finally looked up at Blaine after re-reading the words for the thousandth time. He reached forward and cupped the back of Blaine's neck and kissed him softly. "I love you so much."

Blaine pulled back to look at him, smiling, "I love you too Kurt, more than you'll ever know."

And Kurt didn't doubt it. And when he woke up the next morning he put the watch on his wrist and wore it proudly. And everyone knew that he was Blaine's.

Blaine wouldn't have it any other way.

AN: Merry almost Christmas guys! Unless of course you're Jewish (and today being December 20, 2011) happy first day of Hanukkah! This chapter is yeah, kind of short, but I couldn't find anything to add. This is because my characters write themselves. I give them a situation, they tell me how they'd respond and I type it. Well, Blaine apparently has plans, but I'll be damned if I know what they are!

Oh and just in case it wasn't clear, Wes had a panic attack, Blaine went to make him coffee, whilst making him coffee, he slipped in some potassium chloride. And then because of the panic attack all signs of the poisoning were covered up.

In my head, Blaine caused the panic attack without Wes knowing it. I could write a side fic about that if you want. Just lemme know!

Well, happy holidays my loves! Hope you all are well and happy! Keep an eye out for dapper serial killers with gorgeous singing voices!

Love,

Molly