Hi everyone!

It's my best friend's birthday today so HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!=) She's one of the only people I know who knows what Glee is (and maybe more importantly who Darren Criss is=)) so she's saved my fangirl-heart many many times and that's why I love her (one of the many reasons..=))

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

December 6th

The New Directions weren't actually the most awake people to walk in the hallways of McKinley that morning. They weren't Alcohol Awareness Week hung-over, something that could only have been prevented by the good amount of food and lack of alcohol that Breadstix had gotten into their stomachs.

Blaine, however, was extraordinarily cheerful that morning. Despite the season of unusually cold mornings, he practically jumped out of the bed to get to school these days.

He opened his locker to get his books and his newest envelope but as much as he searched for it, there was nothing red in there. He waited for Rachel to turn up but the girl didn't know anything either. She was surprisingly awake, though – obviously she had learned from her experience of throwing up on stage.

Blaine was about to go to class without his envelope when Kurt walked towards them, not looking very fit.

"Good morning, sunshine", Blaine greeted him, which earned him the most annoyed glare since his impromptu performance of Misery.

"Kurt, we have to talk last minute campaign strategies, there's only one week left to get you all the votes", Rachel chimed in but she didn't actually help Kurt's annoyed state and got nothing but a resigning nod in reply.

Rachel hurried off to class and Kurt dug in his bag for the slightly crumpled envelope. He handed it to Blaine and, without another word, followed his fellow senior to their classroom.

Saint Nicolas – you don't see him but he's there.

Love, Kurt

Blaine didn't see Kurt all day until Glee club. His boyfriend was performing Cell Block Tango with Tina, Quinn and Rachel. The performance was disturbing but at the same time incredibly sexy. All the boys, including Blaine were practically drooling over the girls singing about murdering.

The Troubletones, on the other hand looked rather impressed. Since Finn had announced Lady Music Week yesterday, their rivals were present as guests in the choir room. Santana seemed to like the Chicago song better than Blaine and Kurt's rendition of Perfect yesterday, though. Well, at least she didn't insult the singers but merely kept quiet.

Kurt was having fun with his girls and the only thing Blaine got from him was a quick wave when he disappeared towards his car, still chatting on with Tina and Rachel about their newest performance.

Blaine was already in the car and on his way home when he realised that Kurt had never told him anything else about his surprise. He quickly texted his boyfriend when he got home but he didn't get a reply. He decided to get his homework done and when he came down to dinner it was just his mother waiting at the table.

"Where's dad?" Blaine asked although, to be honest, he didn't really care all too much, after all, dinners with his dad had been uneasy ever since he had come out to him.

"He's in Chicago for a business meeting, he won't be back until this Sunday", his mother answered in her warm voice.

Mother and son were chatting lively about school during dinner and Blaine felt a lot more comfortable with just his mother there. Now he was able to tell her everything he wanted about Kurt without having to keep his voice down so his father wouldn't hear anything and get upset with him again.

"Why don't I clean up the dishes", his mother offered when they had finished their meal, "and you just get a nice shower?"

Why she would suggest he take a shower he didn't quite understand but he was not going to turn down not having to do the dishes and quickly headed up to his room. Blaine quickly checked his cell phone for any text messages from Kurt but there was still nothing so he grabbed the white shirt he wore to bed and disappeared to the bathroom.

Blaine returned to his room, ready to slip into bed and read some chapters in the Prisoner of Azkaban. When he reached his room it was completely dark. He was quite sure that he had left on the light and his mother couldn't have switched it off, he could still hear the clanging of plates and pans downstairs.

Blaine tried to find his way over to his bed so he could turn on the bedside lamp he wouldn't have to get up again to switch off the headlight. He was right about to reach the bedside table when behind him, he hear a movement.

"Ho, ho, ho", a low voice said from the direction of his bed. Blaine couldn't help but let out a loud gasp of surprise when he was dragged into the bed by two hands that were wrapping around his waist.

He might not have been able to distinguish the low voice in the first moment but he would always know right away to whom the touch of those hands belonged.

"I can't believe you got my mum to help you with this", Blaine whispered. In a room where not even the light dared to disrupt the darkness, he wasn't going to disturb the peaceful silence with his loud voice.

Kurt obviously felt the same way and had he not been pinning Blaine to the bed, his mouth exactly at his ear, his words probably wouldn't have been understood.

"I'm very charming", Kurt breathed into Blaine's ears, causing the boy to shudder at the slightly at the tickling feeling.

"Charming is one way to put it", Blaine whispered and in a quickly motion, he switched them around so he was now pinning Kurt's hands to the bed.

"I for one think you're incredibly hot." Blaine had lowered his voice and this never failed to get Kurt to react with a sharp intake of breath.

"So what's my surprise?" Blaine asked.

"Always so needy," Kurt mocked him but went on to answer the question. "You know, in some places in Europe something like Santa Clause always comes on December 6th," he explained. "So if you have a wish for early Santa, I'll do my best to make it come true."

Blaine had to think about this and so he snuggled into Kurt's side, staring into the deep darkness. Kurt put his arms around his boyfriend and for some minutes the only sound in the room was the regular breathing of the two boys.

Suddenly, he shifted upwards so that his mouth was right by Kurt's ear.

"I don't know anything I could want if I already have you," he breathed and, though not the first time this night, Kurt was thankful for the darkness to hide the blush that was creeping up his cheeks.

"So the only thing I could want right now is a kiss," Blaine whispered and Kurt chuckled softly.

"You do know you can get that any time without using your wish for it?" Kurt asked but he felt Blaine nod against his neck.

Well if a kiss was the only thing Blaine wished for, he'd better make it a good one, Kurt thought. No pressure, then.

Kurt slowly rolled them over so that his upper body was once again leaning over Kurt's. He pushed back his boyfriend's shirt just a little so it revealed his collarbone. He began trailing kisses from the beginning of the bone towards Blaine's neck and at an excruciatingly slow speed he finally made his way up to his mouth. Blaine had been breathing heavily before and now that Kurt's mouth was doing unbelievable things to his own, he felt like he was about to suffocate. He parted himself from Kurt only for splits of seconds in order to frantically gasp for air.

There was no way that he could have wished for anything that would have felt better than this.

Yup, I know, these European things... But it's called "Samichlaus" here and it seriously looks exactly like Santa (Baby Jesus brings the presents on Christmas Eve here) Weird=)