A/N: First off, I am terribly sorry that I've taken so long to update; it was a combination of school, forgetfulness, and issues with editing this chapter.
If you read this story prior to its deletion, you may recognize that the majority of this chapter is exactly the same as it was when it was first posted, I apologize. enjoy!
"BLAINE! WE NEED TO LEAVE IN A HALF HOUR!" Kurt shrieked from the bathroom. "mmffffbedcozy."
Blaine sleepily mumbled. "Blaaaaaaaine." Kurt said, shaking his half-asleep boyfriend.
"We need to get ready for Rachel's dinner party thing." "I'm up." He said, pouting.
"I don't wanna go." "But we have to. Hopefully this time, it will actually go smoothly…" Kurt trailed off.
"I don't see why we even had to come." Blaine said, sighing. "Because Rachel is our friend, and we love everyone else." "Yeah, okay, but we're leaving if things get uncomfortable."
"Who's the doughboy walking in with Hummel?" Santana asked Puck, glancing over at Kurt and Blaine, walking in.
"I don't know…I think it's Blaine?" "Holy shit." Santana said, trying to keep from laughing. "This should be good."
"Hi!" Kurt said, walking over to his group of friends. "Hey." They all said casually, trying not to stare at Blaine.
"So…how have you guys been?" Rachel questioned, attempting to defer the awkward tension.
"Okay, I guess. We finally got Blaine all settled into the apartment a couple of days ago." Kurt said, looking at Blaine, who was clearly getting more uncomfortable by the second.
"Hey Hummel!" Santana interrupted. "I was wondering, how do you and Tubby over there get it on every night?" Blaine stood up, and immediately ran in the direction of the bathroom.
"Fuck you." Was all Kurt could manage to mutter before chasing after his boyfriend.
"Blaine?" "In *sniff* here." He said, from inside one of the stalls. "Are you okay?"
"Does it fucking look like I'm okay?" Blaine said, looking up, with his tear-stained face. "I can't do anything right." Kurt looked at him, slightly confused.
"You saw the judgmental looks on their faces!"
"That doesn't matter to me. What matters to me, Is I love you. All problems aside. This way, there's just more of that to love." Kurt said,
lightly poking Blaine's side, not before Blaine swatted his hand away. "What? I like what I see." Kurt said, smiling.
"C'mon, let's make up something and get you home."
"Thank you for inviting me along to spend Christmas day with your parents, I really don't think I'd be able to handle mine right now." Blaine said, unbuckling his seatbelt, wanting to stretch after the ten hour car ride.
"It's no problem. You know they love you as much as I do." Kurt said. "Well, maybe not as much as I do…"
"Yeah, I know, I'm just really dreading seeing mine before the holidays are over. . ." "Yeah, that should be fun." Kurt said sarcastically, dreading it almost as much as Blaine.
"Hello?" Kurt yelled, letting himself and Blaine into the Hudmel household. "In here, Kurt!" yelled Carole, from the living room.
"Hi Honey!" Carole said, greeting Kurt with a big hug. Finn was the next person to greet them. "Hey little bro!" "shut up, I'm older than you!"
"Hey...Blaine? What the hell happened to you?" "He's pregnant." Kurt said, sarcastically. Finn, Carole, and Burt just stared at him.
Blaine looked slightly offended. "Kidding! We all know that's not possible."
"I'm Santa, you of all people should know that." Blaine said quickly, leaning over to kiss Kurt, who immediately blushed.