Okey so MERRY CHRISTMAS everybody! Here in Sweden we really celebrate the holiday on the 24th, which was yesterday (now it's like 02.45 on the 25th), and I had the most amazing time. :) But for all of you who celebrate on the 25th I just want to wish you a Merry Christmas and I hope you will all have a great time.

Then, I'm sorry I haven't uploaded any story for almost two weeks, let's just say that things have been hectic :)

Thirdly, this story is set on Kurt's senior year, Blaine's junior year, the day before Christmas :) It is inspired from what I do every year the day before Christmas which is bake, bake, bake! :D

Fourth: I don't own anything about Glee, but I still do and always will, and in particular Klaine and Brittanna :) (So mad about them breaking them all up, and not having Klaine together, I am mentally breaking down a LOT) Wow, quite a long authors note, well, on with the story ;D

Blaine was standing outside on the Hudson-Hummel family porch. It was blistering cold, and the snow was falling quickly. He had knocked on the door; and even though he clearly heard someone moving around inside nobody came over opening the door. He pondered whether he would wait a while longer for whoever was in there to open or knock again, exposing his cold hands to the icy air. Realizing that he might get in quicker if he just knocked like a sane person would he might get in far quicker rather than if he just stood there he did just that. The very moment his hands were forced into the sweltering cold he almost regretted his choice but he knocked anyway.

Waiting another minute or so, and realizing that his knocks had gone unnoticed yet again he felt that he couldn't stand standing out there for even another second so he then just opened the door and hurried in. The snow blew around him and he probably dragged in a ton of it inside, but the sudden warmth surrounding him made him ignorant of that particular fact. He just rubbed his icy hands together, blowing hot air onto them, trying to warm them up a bit.

He took off his jacket and hat, and his really wet shoes which were literally dripping wet, before walking in the direction of the noises coming from the kitchen. They only grew louder the nearer he came to their source, and standing right next to the doorway of the kitchen he heard metal clinging, pots being stirred and a loud sigh that was very familiar to him. A divine smell embraced him suddenly and he just wanted to know what that belonged to; it smelled like chocolate and vanilla, with a hint of cinnamon and caramel.

Just peeping into the kitchen he saw his boyfriend hurrying around the kitchen, clearly in search of something. The boy had a huge flush on his cheeks, probably from baking and cooking he figured as he saw multiple bowls in the sing alongside several trays filled with various cupcakes and cookies that looked just delicious.

He just had to smile to himself watching the counter-tenor skipping around, opening every single drawer and cabinet, seemingly not able to find whatever it was he was searching for. Usually this boy never hesitated over the whereabouts of anything kitchen-related item, but today was obviously the exception for that.

"Hi Kurt! What'cha doing?" he asked walking in, smiling widely at the taller boy. The boy in question shot a quick glance at Blaine, a bit taken by surprised but far too concentrated on his task at hand to greet the brown-eyed boy properly.

"Hi Blaine. I'm looking for the piping bags, dad tried to help Carole cleaning last week and now I can't find them." He sounded a bit tired, and also a bit irritated. Blaine wondered how long he had actually been in there baking. It was around four pm right now, and going on the sheer amount of pastries in the room he must have been here the entire day.

Blaine leaned against the counter, careful not to push down any of the cupcakes there, and watched as Kurt continued his search. Knowing how terrible Burt was in the kitchen, it would take a lot of time finding those bags. "I can help you find them" he offered, and Kurt just waved at him to go ahead, so he walked over to the nearest cabinets. The first one Blaine happened to open was a sort of cleaning closet, filled with aprons, dish soaps and dishtowels. One thing that did catch his chocolate brown eyes was a white plastic bag tagged 'piping bags' and he just had to grin at the humor of it. Burt should never really be allowed in the kitchen, and he probably never would be after this if Kurt would have anything to say about it.

"Is this what you are looking for Kurtie?" Blaine asked his boyfriend, waving the bag in front of him. Kurt just stared at the shorter boy for a long time before sighing deeply and nodding.

"How did you ever manage to find them that quickly, I've been looking for ages?!" Blaine just sniggered and shrugged his shoulders. "Good luck I guess." The counter-tenor just humphed, took the bags from Blaine and made his way over to the cupcakes where there was a huge bowl of frosting. He looked back at his boyfriend and grinned evilly at him. "Or maybe you think more like my father than you will ever admit." That made Blaine laugh, the mere thought of him being just like Burt was hilarious. The few things they did share could easily be counted on their right hands; the most important one being the love they shared for Kurt. But no, they are not that alike.

He watched as Kurt filled up one of the bags with the red frosting, and how he pulled the cupcakes towards himself, before looking over at the dapper boy. "Do you want to learn how to frost a cupcake properly?" he asked with a questioning look on his face. Blaine really couldn't see himself doing the task the boy was referring to, but he nodded at him, at least ready to try. He at least knew the principals behind it; you squeezed the bag and the frosting came out, and then you could make patterns by turning the bags and the cupcakes. "Sure."

Standing next to his boyfriend Blaine watched him explaining the entire process to him as he frosted one of the cakes so it would have the image of a rose on it. Then Kurt gave the shorter boy the full bag and pointed to where on the cupcake he would begin, and then he explained just how Blaine should do to make an exact replica of the rose that he had just completed. Blaine's however did not turn out to be as good, nowhere near in fact, it just looked like a soggy mess on the top of that cake.

Kurt giggled lightly, and Blaine fell into a trance by the lovely sound, his eyes focused on the color-changing eyes of Kurt's as they lit up with happiness. Blaine could feel his own heart melt at the sight of the boy in front of him, but he was pulled too soon out of his thoughts by Kurt who poked him jokily. "You were supposed to make a rose, not a pile of goo."

"Hey! It's not that bad!" but looking at it, I just cracked up. "Okay, well it is that bad."

Kurt switched the cupcakes in front of him and asked him to try again. The end result this time was vaguely better, but only vaguely, and after five more turns trying to make a rose but being far from succeeding he gave up with a huge, dramatic sigh and settled with just watching Kurt not only remaking the ones he had failed horribly with, but also doing all the other ones.

Watching the brunette boy baking was quite exhilarating; Kurt was just so immensely happy baking and he was indeed a great baker. He just had this glow in his eyes whenever he was in the kitchen, something you usually only saw on the stage or when he was with Blaine.

Blaine tried once to snatch one of the finished cupcakes from Kurt, but that only earned him a smack on his hands which in return made him pout. This however resulted in a small kiss which was so much better than the cupcake itself, and prying for more kisses he tried to steal more cupcakes, but Kurt just laughed him off.

"So where are Burt and Carole and Finn today?" Blaine asked thinking of how silent the house really was.

"Well, Burt and Carole are on the plane back home right now, they should be home around six and Finn is over at Puck's." He paused for a moment, looking up at Blaine before asking him "Not to be boring or anything, but shouldn't you be at home with your family now? After all, it is Christmas tomorrow." The curly-haired boy just shook his head before he spluttered out that nobody was at home at his either. Thinking he added that nobody wanted to be home at his; his parents had been ignoring him a lot in the last few years, ever since he came out to them, and Cooper, well, he was celebrating Christmas with people more famous than himself. It had been like this every year now, everybody celebrating the holiday on their own.

"Well, you are more than welcome to stay over here with me baking, I still have some brownies to do I think…" the boy looked around the already finished cookies, and when Blaine looked over them again he really noticed how many there were there.

"Kurt… why are you baking so much today? It's not like you are ever gonna be able to eat them all up tomorrow." Kurt just frowned at his boyfriend before responding "Have you ever met Finn? The boy will probably eat everything up by tonight. And other than that it is tradition…" he suddenly sounded a bit sad Blaine thought. Blaine didn't want his boyfriend to be sad so he walked over to him and wrapped his arms around the boy, hugging him close as he continued his story.

"Well, me and mom always baked the day before Christmas for the entire day, and I have never been able to let that go. Every year I bake all of the cookies we used to do, and it reminds me of her. All of the smells…" at this his voice broke and he turned around and quietly sobbed onto the shorter boy's shoulder. Blaine stroke his back soothingly, whispering nonsense and a lot of "it's okay" into Kurt's ear. He almost began crying himself seeing Kurt like this, and really regretted even bringing up the cookie question in the first place.

"I'm sorry Kurt" he said plainly, and at this the brunette drew back and looked into his boyfriends brown eyes. "Why are you saying you're sorry, I'm the one who is ridiculous crying like this" he managed to say, his voice almost cracked a few times saying this. Blaine looked into the water-filled eyes of Kurt's, just wanting, wishing that the tears will disappear. "No, I was the one who brought all of this up in the first place, I'm really, really sorry…"

Suddenly Kurt was attacking Blaine's mouth with his lips, silencing him with a soft, sweet kiss that tasted like an odd mixture of salt from tears and of sugar from the cookies. When the boy pulled away he was no longer crying, only smiling a bit sadly at his shorter boyfriend. "No, it's not your fault, it's just that… this is the first time I've ever told anyone that story…" Blaine kissed him in return, an almost feathery light kiss before mumbling out a quiet "thank you" to him.

They just stood there for a while, still in each other's arms, just soaking in the other one's presence. But they are however pulled back to reality as they heard the front door creaking open, and Burt shouting out a loud "HELLO!" They both laughed a bit as they drew apart from each other. Blaine walked over to the nearest chair and sat down as Kurt belted out a high "HI DAD!" to his father.

Soon Burt came in into the kitchen, followed suit by Carole and they both just sniffed quite loudly at the lovely smell of the cookies hit them.

"Aww, it smells great Kurt!" Carole blurted out, and Burt followed with a "Can we taste anything yet?" Kurt only shook his head and told his father that he would have to wait till Christmas morning as usual. "Well, then I will be going over to the TV and try to watch the end of the game" Burt announced as he began walking away. Carole just laughed at her husband and walked over to sit next to Blaine.

The tree of them talked about everything and anything as Kurt kept on going with his baking. But when Carole asked Blaine what he was doing for Christmas he gulped a little and merely answered with a simple "Nothing". Carole of course became troublesome and wanted to know why so he told her about his family's reluctance to family celebrating traditions. "Well honey, then you will just have to come here tomorrow won't you?" she didn't even let him answer before she continued "So it is settled. Blaine, you will come here and take part of our Hudson-Hummel celebrations. And then you will get to taste Kurt's famous cookies" she joked warmly. Blaine really not wanting to be alone on one of the happiest days of the year accepted her invitation and was really looking forward for Christmas for the first time in years. Also knowing that he would get to spend the entire day with Kurt was just a huge bonus.

"Thank you Mrs. Hudson, it is really sweet of you" he smiled at her. She just waved it off "It's nothing, and please call me Carole, dear!" Blaine just beamed in his thoughts; a Christmas with the people he really considered to be his true family was more than he had expected this morning, and now he just couldn't get the thought of it out of his mind. Even the noises from the metal bowls clinking against each other seemed distant to him. Soon the only thing that managed to distract him from his thoughts was the sight of his true love, who was still practically skipping around the room.

Ever since Blaine had got a grip of himself and just told this angelic boy his feelings this past spring everything had seemed to just fly in his direction. Now he had everything; he had the boy, he had the school and he had the family. Everything was just perfect.

And yet again: MERRY CHRISTMAS! :D

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