Hi everyone

This is late, I know, and you have my sincere apologies!

It's Christmas Eve (yay) and here in continental Europe, everything exciting (big dinner, presents, church) goes down on Christmas eve so my Christmas is basically already over.
But it was soo lovely. I was in the kitchen the whole day, cooking and baking stuff. I got Barney Stinson's Playbook (How I Met Your Mother) from my friend, which is - simply put - awesome and we were drinking mulled wine the whole evening while playing some games=). I hope you all know what mulled wine is, but I think I exaggerated on it's ability to make you drunk, I feel like its effect is more like the one butterbeer supposedly has than what I wrote about it in this chapter but it served it's purpose.

In six days it's my birthday (my profile says I'm 19 but I actually only turn 19 on the 30th, I just didn't want to go back and change it again after a few weeks). I'll try to get the story done by then but I will guarantee nothing.

I hope you're all having a wonderful Christmas and get to celebrate it with your loved ones.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee but I think we still own quite a supply of mulled wine.

December 16th

The members of New Directions were easy to make out among the students that morning. They were the ones with the pained expressions, the ones who permanently shifted around on their chairs, trying to find an acceptably comfortable way to sit, the ones who were walking down the hallways like someone had put a stick up their a- well you get the picture.

Blaine was sitting beside Tina and they were both moaning in pain and there was no way they could concentrate on the task their teacher had given them.

"I'm honestly thinking about breaking up with my boyfriend," Tina groaned and at that moment Blaine's phone vibrated in his pocket.

"My boyfriend just threatened me with the same thing," Blaine chuckled after he had read Kurt's text. He immediately regretted it, though because even the slightest laughter sent stabs of pain through his stomach.

"Let's just find Kurt during the break and get some more of that magical stuff he sprayed on us yesterday," Tina suggested and Blaine agreed, "I feel like taking a bath in it and just letting it burn up my muscles."

The arrived at Kurt's locker and it looked like Zombies were coming from all directions towards the last living human on earth. Kurt was already working his spray bottle on Finn and Puck and Quinn and Artie were next in line.

Blaine went to stand beside his boyfriend, putting his head on Kurt's shoulder. For once he was actually grateful for the height difference. The gesture put a smile on Kurt's face and Blaine closed his eyes comfortably until Kurt was finished with everybody.

He gently shrugged his shoulder and announced, "You're up, baby," which immediately woke Blaine up.

"I'm going to get this now every time I'm tired, huh?" Blaine commented about the "baby" treatment but Kurt merely smiled sheepishly. He positioned himself behind Blaine who struggled to push back his shirt to reveal his naked shoulder for Kurt to spray it.

"You know it would feel a lot better if I you took your shirt off and I could spray your whole back," Kurt said suggestively and Blaine spun around in the quickest movement he'd managed all morning.

A sheepish smile was playing around Kurt's lips and Blaine quickly grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to a supply room for chemistry that was not likely to be used so early in the morning.

When the two got out ten minutes late, they were almost late for class. Blaine's back was burning and so were his lips.

Why did Kurt have to be a senior? They had not one single class together and he wouldn't have any chance of making out in random rooms with his boyfriend in his own senior year. Most likely he wouldn't have any chance of making out anywhere. Kurt would be in New York, living his dreams while he had another year in conservative, homophobic Ohio.

Life sometimes just wasn't fair.

But Blaine didn't know how unfair life could be until he got back to dance rehearsal after lunch.

They had ABC down and there really wasn't a lot of choreography for Man In The Mirror. Fortunately there wasn't, Blaine thought, because he didn't have any idea how he would have pulled off singing that song while dancing his heart out.

He got to the gym and Mike was already announcing the plans for Control.

For the record, he still had no idea how he was going to pull off dancing and singing at the same time. No offence, but Artie only had to move his hands.

But Finn gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder and there was no way he was going to complain about his part when Kurt's stepbrother finally trusted him enough to cooperate.

The afternoon had been complete torture and felt like it was going to drag on forever. Blaine was counting the minutes until every last member had the steps in Control down.

"Guys, I think we're going to rip the Trouble Tones to pieces," Mike finally announced, clapping his hands and everybody joined him in giving themselves a well deserved round of applause.

"Alright guys, let's hit the showers and we'll meet in the choir room tomorrow at four," Mr Shue said, sending everyone to the warm comfort of the showers.

Blaine suddenly realised that he would be completely naked with both his boyfriend and his boyfriend's stepbrother in the room. Awkward couldn't even begin to cover the situation that would put them in.

Luckily for him, both Kurt and Finn were too tired to care about anything at that moment and it wasn't until they all got out of the shower and had towels wrapped around them that they all started to come back to their senses.

Finn stood with his back to Kurt and Blaine while he was getting dressed and Kurt promptly took advantage of the situation. Blaine was only dressed in his jeans when Kurt wrapped his arms around his naked chest from behind.

"You don't think I forgot today's surprise, do you?" Kurt whispered in his ear flirtatiously. "Meet me in the auditorium when you're ready," he ordered, "And cut back on the hair gel, just this one time."

Blaine obeyed and when he entered the auditorium his hair was looking wilder than ever. Kurt was waiting on the stage, sitting on the floor with just two cups and a big thermos jug before him.

"I made us some mulled wine," he informed Blaine who sat down to lean against him.

Blaine had never had the tasty Christmas drink before and Kurt did not skimp on the refills.

Soon enough, the two were beginning to feel the alcohol level in their blood rise and the mulled wine made their inhibitions float away into the April Rhodes Auditorium.

Kurt took another generous sip from his glass and moved over to sit on Blaine's lap.

"You know, when I don't have to be afraid of you doing something stupid, I actually quite like it when you're drunk," he announced and his hands began working their way under Blaine's shirt.

"Quite like it doesn't even begin to cover how I feel about you when you're drunk," Blaine said and leant back pleasurably, supporting himself on his elbows.

Kurt proved Blaine's point when his lips found their way to his boyfriend's neck.

"It's a good thing we got that whole first time out of the way," Kurt murmured between kisses. "I can now finally just let you do whatever you want and not worry what it might lead to because whatever it does lead to, I'm fine with it."

Blaine didn't find any words that would have been appropriate to how much he agreed with his boyfriend. He decided that actions spoke louder than words and quickly switched places with Kurt so that he was the one straddling his boyfriend.

Their kisses became more heated and the point was it didn't matter. Admittedly, the alcohol made any inhibitions they might have had go away but it wasn't like they had anything holding them back in the first place.

They were in love and they wanted to use every possible way to show it to each other.

So the bit about inhibitions was taken from a conversation I had about drinking with a friend from uni. He said that for him it doesn't matter if he gets drunk and loses his inhibitions because he doesn't have any to begin with. Well, for the record, I don't have inhibitions and then I get drunk and it gets even worse=) I'm a bit of a Brittany - I get kind of slutty when I'm drunk (although I'm not the stereotypical slutty drunk, I guess I'm more of a plain crazy drunk=)).