I am so sorry. I had intended to have this up earlier, as in sometime on Saturday, but, an unexpected trip to Disneyland caused that to not happen.

Yay! Christmas! Something tells me this will be an extra special Christmas for our boys!

Just an FYI, I can't quite bring myself to write full on smut. I love to read it, but when I write it, it sounds stilted and just weird. I will keep trying though, and, maybe one day I will get to the point that it is good enough to share.

I own Glee season 1 on dvd, but that's all. Still haven't gotten season 2 yet.

"Blaine! Kurt!" Casey yelled, throwing open the door to Blaine's room without waiting for a reply. "Wake up! It's Christmas!"

Kurt, who was sleeping with his head buried in Blaine's chest, nuzzled in and mumbled, "How do I make her shut up?"

Blaine tightened his arms around Kurt's waist and groaned. "I don't know, but I've been trying to figure that out the past 24 Christmas."

Casey, who had heard both of them stopped. "But Blaine, I'm 25."

He opened one eye and looked at his sister. "Yeah, you couldn't talk or walk the first Christmas. After that, you started torturing me"

Casey just smirked and launched herself on the foot of the bed, bouncing them to wake them. "Whatever. Come on! Up! Up! Mom is making coffee now, and Kurt's family will be here in an hour for our brunch before the masses descend. Up!"

Kurt suddenly sat up and grabbed her ankles, pulling her down to the bed and shifted so he was sitting on her. "Casey, if you don't get out of this room right now, I am going to start having sex with your brother in front of you, just to make you leave."

Casey started wiggling as Blaine laughed. "Well Case, I'm sure you want to leave, but the thought of sex has me pretty happy, so feel free to stay if you want."

Casey finally got free and ran out into the hallway, leaving the door open. Kurt stood up and headed toward the bathroom to get a shower so he could go help Janet cook brunch, when Blaine called after him. "But Honey, I want THAT part of my Christmas present."

Kurt turned and gave his best 'bitch face' to Blaine before stripping out of his PJ's in the doorway and flouncing to the shower. Blaine laughed, knowing how tired Kurt really was, but knowing just how to push his buttons. "Fine. But tonight, for sure!"

Kurt, who was finally waking up a little laughed. "Sure Blaine. We're sleeping at my parent's tonight. Thin walls. Do you REALLY want a repeat of last Christmas when Finn recorded us and played it at the New Years Eve party?"

Blaine had made his way to the bathroom and stripped down to join his husband in the shower. "Well," he said, wrapping his arms around his husband's slippery waist, "We'll just have to find some way to keep your mouth occupied so you aren't so loud."

Kurt moaned and leaned his shampoo covered head back onto Blaine's shoulder. "Fine. We'll figure SOMETHING out. But seriously, right now? No time for anything."

Blaine released Kurt and moved so he could rinse his hair before positioning himself under the spray of water. "I know, but it was a great way to wake up." Their eyes met, both men smiling. Blaine leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Kurt's lips. "Merry Christmas Kurt."

Kurt smiled. "Mmmmm. Merry Christmas yourself, Blaine."

Kurt got out of the shower and quickly got dried off, hair styled and dressed and headed downstairs. He and Janet were placing the frittatas for brunch in the oven when Blaine reached the bottom of the stairs. "Merry Christmas sweetie." Janet told her firstborn, handing him a cup of coffee, Kurt leading them into the family room where the bottom of the tree was overflowing with presents. "Burt and Carole will be here soon, but we would like to give you each a couple of presents before they get here."

Richard moved to the tree and grabbed a stack of presents, handing them to Casey, Blaine and Kurt. He then moved back to the tree and picked up a box that he handed to Janet, who looked at him confused. "Just open it." He told her, a smile on his face.

Janet turned to her children. "You know the rules. Youngest first. Casey, you open your presents."

Casey tore into the paper on the top package, opening the box to find a stack of photos in frames. As she flipped through the photos, she found they were all pictures from her childhood, some of just her and some of the whole family. "Mom, these are great! Thanks!"

Janet smiled. "Open the second one." Knowing this was the present her daughter would love the most.

Casey once more tore into the paper, ripping back the box and instantly her hand went up to her mouth, tears filling her eyes. "Mom, is this…?"

Janet smiled. "Yes sweetie. I had the quilt that your grandma made when you were born repaired, so it is now a usable quilt, once more." She smiled as Casey walked over and wrapped her arms around her. "I know how much this quilt meant to you."

Casey wiped the tears off of her cheeks. "Mom, this is great. How is it you know just the perfect sentimental note to hit every friggin' Christmas?

Janet laughed. "Not quite every year, but I try." She hugged her daughter and they both turned to Kurt. "Kurt, your turn."

Kurt, who only had one box, gently lifted the tape so he didn't tear the paper. He also pulled out a box of photos, mostly of himself and Blaine in high school, but some of both of them with Janet, Richard and Casey on various vacations and trips. "Janet, Casey is right, this is just perfect. I don't have most of these photos and I can't wait to get them up at home." He blew his mother in law a kiss before nudging Blaine. "OK Babe, your turn."

Blaine also had the box of photos and, instead of a quilt, it was an afghan that Janet had crocheted when she was pregnant with him. He had no words, but wrapped his mother in his arms, conveying as many emotions as he could in his hug.

Casey nudged her brother. Come on! "I wanna see what Dad got Mom!"

Janet smiled and opened the package she had, not sure what her husband was up to. They typically did their major gift exchange with the Hummel/Hudson family, and tried to keep the presents without them as priceless, sentimental gifts. She opened the box and instantly her vision was blurred. "Oh Richard," she sighed, pulling the blanket out of the box. He had taken the last quilt her mother had been working on when she died and had it finished. "It's beautiful. Who did this?"

Richard smiled sweetly at his wife, knowing how much this meant to her. "One of the girls at work, her mom quilts and I asked if she could complete this. I gave it to her around Halloween and she finished it all before Thanksgiving. It is all hand quilted, and we used all of the scraps from the fabric your mom had been using."

While Richard had been explaining the quilt to Janet, Casey had gotten up and picked up a small box off of the mantle. She caught her mother's eye, who gave her a reassuring smile before moving over to Kurt and Blaine, who were on the couch together, looking at their photos.

"Blaine, Kurt, I have a present I would like to give you before everyone gets here." Casey held out the small box, which was addressed to both of them. Blaine reached out and handed it to Kurt, who removed the paper and handed the unopened box to Blaine to open.

Blaine lifted the lid and saw a beautiful sterling silver rattle nestled in a bed of blue satin. There was writing on it and he lifted it to read the inscription. "Welcome to the world. Love your favorite Aunt Casey." He read.

While Blaine was looking at the rattle, Kurt noticed a piece of paper in the box with the rattle. He pulled it out and read it to himself. Suddenly he gasped and looked up at Casey, tears filling his eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"What?" Blaine asked, reaching for the note, as Casey nodded, tears now falling down her cheeks as well. "Dear Blaine and Kurt. I know how much you want a child of your own, and I would like to help you with that gift. I give you this present, an offer to carry your child, so it can be a true Hummel-Anderson baby"

Blaine looked at his sister, shocked. "Wait. So, you want to be our surrogate?"

Casey smiled. "Yes Blaine. I figure that if you use Kurt's sperm and my egg, the child would look like a mix of him and you, considering you and I are constantly mistaken for twins"

Blaine, who was speechless, reached out and wrapped his arms around his baby sister, rocking side to side. "Casey, this is a very generous offer," Kurt said. "Have you given this enough thought? This is a very serious discussion to have. You will be giving birth to a child and walking away from it. Do you think you will be able to handle that?"

Casey looked up at her brother in law. "Kurt, Mom and I have talked extensively about this, and we did discuss this. What it came down to, for me at least, was, this is something I want to give to you two. I would be honored if you would allow me to carry your child and watch you raise it with the love and devotion I know you will show it."

Janet spoke up, for the first time. "Boys, please, don't give Casey an answer right now. Sit down and discuss this some and let her know when you have made a decision." Just as she said that, the doorbell rang. "Richard, can you go answer the door while these three clean up the paper and put their presents in their rooms?"

Kurt and Blaine grabbed Casey in a three way hug, before they separated to do as ordered by their mother. Blaine got the discarded wrapping paper in the trash bag waiting just for that use, while Kurt and Casey carried the boxes up to their bedrooms. Before heading downstairs to see his family, Kurt stopped Casey with a hug. "Casey, thank you. We will discuss this and let you know if we can accept your offer before we fly back. Just knowing you would be willing to do this for us is such a gift."

Casey smiled. "Thank you for even considering it. And if you have any concerns, please talk to me. Regardless of what my brother may think, I'm not 12 years old any longer."

Kurt laughed and led her downstairs, into the insanity that is a Christmas brunch with their families. "Will do."

"Kurt!" He heard in the loud, high voice of his step brother's wife, and his childhood rival.

"Merry Christmas Rachel" he laughed, loving that she and Finn made a point of celebrating both his Christian holidays and her Jewish holidays.

Suddenly the entire Hudmel clan was in a large group hug, Blaine included. Kurt looked through the doorway to see Casey and Richard arranging packages under the tree, and based on the smells coming from the kitchen, Janet was dishing up brunch.

"As happy as I am to see all of you," Kurt spoke, "I believe our breakfast is ready."

Everyone settled around the table, as they had for the past 9 Christmases. Once Kurt and Blaine had gone off to college, and it was realized just how serious their relationship was, they had developed a Christmas tradition. Christmas morning Blaine and Kurt would do a small gift exchange with Blaine's family. Then, Kurt's family would come over for a Christmas brunch where most of the gifts for everyone were exchanged. Then, that night, Kurt and Blaine would go to Kurt's family's home and they would do a gift exchange there. It was a wonderful way to see the families meld into one.

Janet and Carole quickly took to serving, various side dishes and frittatas all around, and a few vegan friendly dishes for Rachel. Kurt was sitting next to Rachel, across from Blaine, who was beside Casey. Kurt watched as the two siblings had a conversation, quietly, so Kurt was sure it was about Casey's offer. Rachel leaned over and whispered to Kurt, "So, what's up with them?"

Kurt looked over at Rachel, trying to judge how she would take the news. He saw a hint of sadness in her eyes, but more than anything, he saw the Rachel he knew and loved, strong, resilient and full of life. He decided to go for it. "Actually, Blaine and I are seeing a lawyer when we get back to New York to look into our options for having a child. Casey told us this morning that she would be our surrogate if that is the path we decide to take."

Kurt watched Rachel closely, and, while she did get some tears in her eyes, she smiled a genuine smile. "I am so excited for you two. And, as soon as my doctor clears me, we are going to try again. It would be great if our children could grow up together."

Kurt closed his eyes, imagining a miniature Rachel running around, tormenting his as yet unborn child. "Yeah, great." He sighed, knowing he was in for a wild ride.

OK, the quilt thing, I have a quilt that was a present to me from my great grandma for Christmas when I was 5. It is not quite in tatters, but it is close. It stays up in my closet and only comes down when I am sick. My roommate knows, when she sees me curled up on the couch with that quilt out that it's bad, and to leave me alone. The one thing that I had to bring with me when I moved to California. And honestly, I wouldn't want it fixed. The quilt tells a story. The story of the last…well, let's just say, a lot of years of my life.