Kurt sits on his bed a few days before Christmas, wrapping presents for his dad while listening to the very talented Barbra Streisand sing holiday tunes in the background. Burt was terrible at wrapping presents, so every year Kurt did it for him. He wrapped all the presents except his own, which were always wrapped very, very poorly. He didn't mind though. He liked seeing his dad's messy wrapping next to his golden pieces of wrapping excellence. Kurt had acquired his skill of gift wrapping from his mother, who was also pretty excellent. Setting aside the final gift, he smiles at his work and silently wishes his mother were here to see it. Would she be proud of him and how he's been living his life? Would she be okay with him being gay? His dad said she would have been perfectly okay with it, but Kurt would never know for sure. This time of year has always been really hard on him, plus the fact that he hasn't seen his boyfriend in almost a week was killing him. Blaine was with his parents visiting some relatives that live in some different state that Kurt didn't particularly care for. All he wanted was his boyfriend and their little Peanut back and in his arms. Not knowing how they are is driving him insane, and he didn't even have school to distract him. You know it's bad when he'd rather be at the hell hole of a school than at home in his nice, warm bed. Kurt takes the presents downstairs and sets them under the tree, ignoring Finn when he starts to question him about what he got. The lingering aromas of Carole's baking fill the air and he frowns deeply, his mind instantly traveling to the last time he saw Blaine, outside of school that is. December 13th, a Tuesday at the Lima Bean. His boyfriend practically shoved a cookie down his throat. Well not really, but he might as well have. The very last time he saw him in person was that Friday when they had lunch together. Blaine called him that very night and told him about the spur of the moment trip his parents had decided to drag him on. And now it was Thursday... Six whole days without having any contact with him because his cell phone didn't have service where he was going. Six. Whole. Days.
"Dude, you're being waytoo over dramatic about this missing Blaine stuff." Finn says, interrupting his step-brother's thoughts, "He'll be back tomorrow. It's not like he's dead or something."
"Don't say that!" Kurt cries out, his eyes going wide, "Don't ever mention Blaine and dead in the same sentence ever again! Do you hear me, Finn?"
"Dude, Kurt! Chill!" He says quickly, holding up his hands, "Just stop yelling like that... It's freaking me out."
Kurt hears the doorbell ring and he gets up to answer it. He didn't even care who it was. He was in such a bad mood that he'd tell whoever it was to go fu- "BLAINE!"
"Hey!" Blaine says with a bright, happy smile, "We came home early! I hope it's okay that I just dropped by like this. I couldn't wait to- whoa, okay." He laughs and wraps his arms around Kurt, who was now hugging him, practically clinging to him for dear life.
"I missed you so much." Kurt gasps and pulls back, putting his hand on Blaine's swollen stomach, "Oh... Did daddy take care of you, Peanut? I missed you both so, so, so much!"
He can't help but grin, "Did I tell you how much I love that you call the baby Peanut? It's the cutest thing ever."
"Thanks." He sighs happily, looking into his eyes before gasping, "You must be freezing! Get in here!" He laughs and pulls him inside just as Finn walks by.
"Blaine." He sighs and shifts awkwardly, "Kurt told me about... Well about your situation and I just wanted to say, you know, good luck and stuff. I mean, when Quinn was pregnant she was like... Evil."
Surprised, Blaine nods and smiles a little, "Um, thanks, Finn. That means a lot. Hey, I have presents for everyone out in my car. Would you mind grabbing them for me?"
"Sure, dude, no problem." Finn shoves on his boots and jacket before walking outside. Blaine doesn't say anything until the sound of his feet crunching against the snow was far away.
"You told him?" He asks Kurt in a hushed tone, "Why didn't you tell me you told him? I would have loved a heads up!"
Kurt sighs deeply, "He found out last Friday after school. He saw the ultrasound picture in my locker and I couldn't just make up a lie about it, so I just kind of told him."
He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, "You just told him? Without even consulting me first?"
Kurt looks confused, "I... He's my brother, Blaine."
"Whatever, Kurt." He glares, "I thoughtwe were in this together, but clearly I was wrong."
His eyes widen, "What? We are! Why are you acting like this? I didn't do anything!"
Finn walks back in with the presents in his arms, looking between the two of them, "Uhh... I'll go put these under the tree."
"Thanks, Finn." Blaine says with a strained smile that instantly drops when he's gone, "I'm going home." He turns, heading for the door.
"No you're not." Kurt stops him, gently taking his hand and pulling him back, "Talk to me. Why are you so upset about this?"
He turns to look at his boyfriend again, "Did you tell Carol too?"
He shakes his head, "No. My dad did. Why?"
"Are you kidding me?" He starts to shout, but puts a hand on his stomach and lowers his voice, "Kurt, you let your dad tell her? This is supposed to be special! We're supposed to do this stuff together!"
"Just..." He rubs the back of his neck and sighs, tears filling his eyes, "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know. I'm sorry."
Blaine only glares more, "You didn't even consider my feelings! It's me and my baby you're talking about, and you don't even consider asking me before go around and tell something personal about me!"
"Your baby?" Kurt stares at him, shocked, "I'm sorry, I was under the crazy impression that this was ourbaby, Blaine."
"Yeah, well. Not anymore." He turns to the door, opening it, "I hope you like your gift. Just leave me alone, Kurt."
"Blaine, please don't g-" He's cut off by the door slamming shut.
Did that really just happen? Pained and angry, Kurt makes his way back to the living room where he sits on the couch next to Finn. Doing the right thing by not saying anything, Finn does the best thing a step-brother could do in a situation like this and flips the channel to Project Runway. Although this show always put Kurt in a good mood, it just wasn't doing it right now. How in the world could Blaine say something like that? Their baby wasn't... his anymore? He looks down at his hands in his lap and gently wipes a tear from his cheek. He hopes it was just the hormones, but it still hurt. Whenever they have a fight, they never just walk away from each other like that. Unless one of them is drunk and horny like Blaine was that night when they went to Scandals with... Sebastian. Kurt glares at the TV at the thought of that evil little meerkat faced boy. He still wouldn't leave his boyfriend alone. That slut. There's a knock at the door and no one moves to get it. A second later, the doorbell rings and Kurt rolls his eyes, standing to his feet to get it when Finn still doesn't move. He walks over and pulls the door open, but before he even gets the chance to greet who it was, his words are cut off by a pair of really cold lips. Really cold, familiarlips. Kurt closes his eyes and slowly wraps his arms around his waist, gently tugging him closer. Arms wrap around his neck and he smiles a little, pressing their bodies together.
"I'm sorry." Blaine whispers as he pulls back from the kiss, breathing deeply with their foreheads still pressing together, "I'm so sorry, Kurt."
"Hmm..." He smiles and opens his eyes and says softly, speaking just above a whisper, "It's okay."
"No, I really mean it." He opens his eyes and looks back into his boyfriend's, "I'm so sorry. It's just that the hormones.. I just get so.. And I'm going to say things I don't mean a lot, and I just.. Peanut is your baby, and I can't take that away from you. I don't even know why- I hmmmm... Stop kissing me. I'm trying to apologize..." He mumbles, closing his eyes once again.
Kurt smiles against his lips and mumbles back, "Apology accepted."
"And that's why Ididn't answer the door." Finn says as he walks by, going to his room, "So don't bitch at me later about that. In fact, you owe me. I technically got you two back together."
"Um, no." Kurt says with a laugh, pulling back and taking his boyfriend's hand, "C'mon. Let's go upstairs."