Hi everyone! Oh my god I just finished my linguistics paper and I'm exhausted! A literature and a history paper are due on Friday and I have really no idea how I'm gonna do that and keep up with the story as well but I promise I'll try my best (just don't sleep, Rachel, and everything will be alright=))

Well right now I'm at Starbucks once again, drinking Chai Latte and they always have Christmas music on. Why can't I listen to these songs without being reminded of Glee? Of course I walked in and Let It Snow came on so I decided to skip my visit to the library, it's much more comfy here=) But somehow when I think of who should sing the songs that come on, it's always Damian and Heather. In my head somehow their voices go well with Christmas.. Well, anyway, enjoy=)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

December 5th

Red envelope number five was accompanied with something Blaine was longing for much more desperately – Kurt. The two boys were truly becoming unbearable, so close had their relationship become.

Unfortunately, they still didn't feel like two guys kissing would be much appreciated at McKinley so they just greeted each other with the brightest smiles they had to offer. It was ridiculous, really. Everyone knew they were together, what did they think they were doing? Hold hands and that's it?

"Miss me yesterday?" Kurt asked smugly and Blaine just raised his eyebrows in return, which made him look like a character from a comic book with his triangular eyebrows.

"You wanna sneak off to the football locker rooms and make out a little before class?" Kurt suggested and Blaine was not one to turn his boyfriend down when he was wearing those skin-tight jeans.

Only seconds before the bell rang, Blaine slipped into his seat between Tina and Artie. Sitting down, he noticed something in the back pocket of his jeans. Kurt had somehow unnoticed managed to sneak an envelope there during their make out session.

What would a party be without an after party?

Love, Kurt

So he had to wait until after the wrap party. Right on cue Artie leaned over to him and whispered in his ear: "Yo, Puck and I managed to get some wine coolers for the party, just watch out for the Sprite bottles and Mr Shue, Coach Beiste and Miss Pillsbury won't notice a thing. Just try and behave normally around them so they won't get suspicious."

Tina, on his other side, was texting Mike under the table and Blaine decided that probably the only way to get through this abnormally boring history lesson was to text Kurt.

Seriously, what is it with McKinley and history? We treated the Civil War in like freshman year and here it takes them until junior year to get even the basics together? x

It's McKinley, I'm in French and nobody can seem to get the subjonctif right... I bet half of the people in here doesn't even know what it is xx

I'd rather still be in the locker room, tu sais… tes main dans mes pantalons… xx

Blaine! I'm sitting next to Finn you CAN'T text me stuff like that!

Dude, chill, it was in French so no one would've understood it anyway xx

Number one, don't EVER call me dude and number two, it's FRENCH class so if the teacher had caught me texting under the table I can assure she would've understood!

On second thought, I take that back, sometimes I'm not so sure she actually understands, sometimes I really miss Dalton and Mme Beaulieue=(

Well at least we have the wrap party tonight to look forward to, I hear there's gonna be alcohol xx

Which is great because Blaine Anderson never does stupid things when he's had something to drink? xx

Haha well maybe if I'll do something stupid you'll get into your Officer Krupke uniform one last time and give me some punishment at the after party? xx

I'm not even gonna justify that with an answer. Have a nice day, Blaine! xx

That one he probably should have seen coming. So it was back to this boring excuse of a history lesson. It was only the 5th day of December and he was already so bored with school he honestly had no clue how to survive the remaining nineteen with every lesson spent on thoughts about what the next surprise might be.

"I want you all to give yourselves a hand", Coach Beiste said, "you did an amazing job and we couldn't be more proud of you." She gestured to herself and Miss Pillsbury who waited for the applause to die down before she made her part of the speech.

"It was magnificent how you brought this musical to life", she said in her soft voice. "It was a pleasure for us to watch you all grow into your roles and you deserved all the praise you got from the people who came and watched you perform. You should all be very proud of yourselves", she finished in true guidance counsellor fashion.

Artie rolled his wheelchair next to his two co-directors and waved until the cast was quiet again.

"Guys, let's get this party started, we deserve it after all the work we put into this", he toasted with his class of suspiciously yellowish "Sprite".

Everyone in the cast was trying their hardest to keep Rachel engrossed in conversation so she wouldn't get to do her planned solo. Meanwhile, Coach Beiste was going around congratulating every single member of the cast with tears in her eyes.

Blaine didn't want a repetition of any of the stupid things he usually got up to when he was drinking so he stayed clear of the fake Sprite but Kurt was obviously relying on Finn to drive him home. Blaine had never seen his boyfriend drinking and he certainly was curious what the alcohol would stir up in Kurt.

At nine Mr Shue announced to a fairly tipsy cast the end of the wrap party but everyone had already agreed to party on at Breadstix, everyone but Kurt and Blaine that was. The three adults were cleaning up in the choir room, having a little after party by themselves and while everybody else was leaving, Kurt took Blaine's hand and dragged him to the auditorium.

The curtain was drawn on the stage and Kurt let go of his boyfriend's hand and ran up the stairs down the stairs and up to the stage, disappearing behind the curtain.

So tipsy Kurt was playful, Blaine thought to himself and smiled, following him behind the curtain.

"Kurt", he called when his boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, "where are you hiding?"

There was no response but a giggle from behind him revealed that the boy had to be present somewhere. Blaine carefully searched the stage with his eyes and Kurt was truly hiding well but, taking a close look at the curtain, Blaine recognised a bulge in the red material.

He parted the fabric in which Kurt had wrapped himself and found and the boy looked at him with a coy smile, saying, "this is the after party of a wrap party after all" and dragged Blaine into the curtain, capturing his lips in a slightly tipsy kiss.

Kurt pulled away for a second to say suggestively, "you know, we could always see whether that Officer Krupke costume is still backstage" and maybe Blaine would have taken him up on the offer if he hadn't pulled him back into a heated kiss right then.

It took them a few minutes to pull away from each other fully again and Blaine took the opportunity to say, "you should drink more often, you're definitely a lot of fun to be around like this".

"Well you'll just have to make sure that I'm only drinking around you, who knows maybe I simply molest every person who comes my way", and as if to prove his point, Kurt dove into another kiss and Blaine decided that Kurt would forever have the permission to molest him as much as he wanted.

I don't know how many of you understand French, but just for those who don't:

Tu sais... tes main dans mes pantalons... = You know... your hands in my pants...

(Of course the dirtiest bit had to be in French=)) I hope you enjoyed!