The next morning was quiet. Finn was preparing breakfast with his mom. Burt was starting up the fireplace before they sat around to open presents. Rachel was packing up so they wouldn't have to worry tomorrow, but as for Kurt and Blaine, they were still sound asleep, the roles reversed this time, with Blaine holding onto Kurt like usual.
"Christmas breakfast is ready!" Carole yelled up the stairs, hoping she wouldn't have to go up there and wake everyone herself.
Rachel came skipping down the steps, still in her pajamas and smiled. "The boys are still sleeping." She informed, walking into the kitchen, greeting Finn with a kiss.
Burt shook his head, silently telling Carole to leave them along. "They had a long night. Let them sleep in a little bit." He mumbled to his wife, not wanting Finn and Rachel to worry.
It was agreed that they will allow the boys to rest. They were bound to come down stairs soon, well Kurt probably would, he was normally an early riser.
"Merry Christmas gorgeous." Blaine murmured into Kurt's neck, peppering kisses across his boyfriend's skin.
Kurt chuckled tiredly, holding onto Blaine's arms tightly as they lie there, enjoying each others company. "And a merry Christmas to you too handsome." He mumbled back, rolling over to face Blaine, their foreheads pressed together.
Their eyes locked, smiles on their faces, last night the farthest thing away from their minds. "I need you to close your eyes for me." Blaine whispered, rubbing his nose against Kurt's, his own eyes closed in peace. He felt Kurt nod, making him leave the bed quickly, digging through one of their bags. Blaine took a seat, his hand running through Kurt's soft hair, a small hum of contentment coming from him. "Okay, you can open them." He said softly, opening the box just as Kurt's eyes fluttered opened.
"Oh my gosh.. Blaine." Kurt's hands covered his agape mouth, tears of joy rimming his eyes. "I... Before I answer stupidly, what is it exactly?" He wondered, not wanting to pull a Rachel.
Taking Kurt's hand in his own Blaine laughed, his thumb running along Kurt's ring finger. "It's a promise ring.. Its me promising that we will get married someday." Blaine slipped it on, bringing the metal to his lips, placing a gentle kiss. "I know that I want you for the rest of my life Kurt, and I will work my ass off to make sure of it. I don't ever want to lose you."
Leaning forward Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine's, his hands tangling in his boyfriend's disheveled curls. "I love you so much." He whispered against the younger man's lips, never wanting to stop kissing him.
Blaine nipped at Kurt's bottom lip with a smile, moving in close so he could hold him flush against his hard chest. "I love you too sweetheart. So, so much."
The boys walked down the stairs, everyone looking back at them with wide smiles. It was kind of creepy. "Good morning! Merry Christmas!" Burt greeted, watching as they took a spot on the floor, their hands glued together. "Everyone ready to open presents?"
There were cheers and laughter as gifts were being handed around, gasps of surprises and tearing of paper filling the room instantly.
"Dad this is beautiful!" Kurt gushed, his thumb running over the picture of him and Blaine from when they were just friends, a picture he's never recalled seeing.
Burt shrugged, a smirk on his face. "I was looking through some old photo's and stumbled across that one. I just.. I don't know. I had a sentimental moment and thought you would have liked to have it."
Biting is lip Kurt stood and walked over to hug his dad tightly. It wasn't all about expensive clothes and skin care products, this is what Christmas was. The little things.
"What is that?" Burt looked down at Kurt's hand, seeing the silver band shining against the light from the lamp. Everyone turned their attention to them instantly, making it extremely awkward. Blaine was going to let Kurt handle this one, he was wearing the ring after all.
"Well its a promise ring dad, basically Blaine is promising that we'll get married someday." He smiled widely, seeing everyone with pure joy on their faces, Burt's looking more like relief.
"Good. That's nice. You're both way too young to be getting married anytime soon anyways." Burt rambled off, making Blaine let out a nervous chuckle.
Kurt took his seat and leaned on Blaine's arm, his head on his shoulder. "We know dad. Don't worry about us." Burt stared at the two of them, his eyes glassy. He's never seen Kurt happier and he couldn't be more thankful that Blaine was the man that made his son smile. He was a good kid.
"Finn this is lovely!" Rachel squealed, jingling her wrist around, the Tiffany heart inscribed with his name bouncing around. Now she had something to match her Finn necklace. The next thing she wanted was an engagement ring.
Rachel will never admit it out loud, but she was, for once in her life, jealous of Kurt. He seemed to have a perfect relationship. When him and Blaine fought, they worked it out pretty quickly, he's gotten meaningful, heartfelt gifts such as the promise ring he received today, they've also barely broken up. According to Rachel that break they had a while ago was ridiculous, they still spoke to one another, she doesn't understand why they think it counts as breaking up. Other than all that nonsense though, they are positive that they will be with each other for the rest of their lives. Rachel doesn't even know what Finn thinks about marriage, they never talk about it like Kurt and Blaine obviously had.
"Hello.. Rachel, are you okay?" She blinked a few times, staring at Finn who sat in front of her with his eyebrow raised in confusion. "I said that I'm glad you like your bracelet, and that I love you." Finn clarified, that goofy side smirk on his face.
He loved her, he really did. Through all the ups and downs they've been through there was always something in his heart that pushed him back to her. The only problem Finn had was this whole engagement thing. He's thought about it, he was planning on proposing to her today, but chickened out for about the millionth time. He was going to try new years, backed out. Last valentines day, backed out. Her birthday, backed out. Now he can add this Christmas on the list. His next option is this new years, at midnight.
"Home sweet home!" Kurt yelled happily as the door to their apartment swung open. Everyone piled in and dropped onto the couch with laughter, excited to be back. This Christmas was pretty tiring and eventful. "I can't wait for New Years! We are going to Times Square this year, right?" He looked at everyone, waiting for the mutual agreement.
Blaine nodded, he had no choice but to agree. Finn also nodded, a wide, scheming smile on his face, Kurt noted to talk to him about that later. Rachel shrugged, but agreed because everyone else did.
"We can go down to a club or something, and party till next year!" Blaine suggested excitedly, not really wanting to spend all day long crammed in Times Square with millions of people.
Kurt bit his lip, thinking about it. He hated taking Blaine out where there was alcohol because he practically abused it. He would get drunk, try to sleep with Kurt, and barely remember anything the next day. It was annoying. "Sounds fun. We'll talk about it more tomorrow. For now I think we should all unpack and get settled in."
Everyone went to their respective rooms, doors shut. That's when the wars began.
"Have you ever thought about marrying me Finn?" Rachel asked as she hung up clothes, not really looking at him.
He stood still, closing a drawer on the dresser rather forcefully, thinking about how to answer without getting in trouble. "I have.. Why?"
She shrugged her shoulders and took a seat on the bed, watching him. Body language can tell you a lot about a person. Finn was obviously nervous, his whole body tensed up. "Well, I don't know. I guess when I saw Kurt's promise ring it got me thinking about our future and if we're ever going to get married." Rachel explained, practically seeing the gears in Finn's head start turning.
"Of course we will babe, just not anytime soon. We have time." He said casually, trying his best to get away from this talk without her notice.
"Not anytime soon?" Rachel asked harshly. There goes getting out of this unnoticed, Finn thought, mentally face palming himself. "We've been together for practically five years Finn! Granted we've been on and off many of those years but it doesn't hurt for us to at least be engaged!"
She knew that she was probably overreacting, but Rachel has been holding this in for a while. She deserved to at least vent, doesn't she?
"Listen Rachel, I understand that your upset about this, and you have a right to be, but I need to do this at my own pace and I'm just not ready right now, okay?" Finn told her lightly, hoping she wouldn't freak out on him.
His hoping did nothing for him.
"You're not ready? That's like saying you don't love me, or that you want to see other people or something!" She said loudly, her voice getting higher, the more upset she got.
"It is not and you know it!" Something snapped inside him. "Don't tell me I don't love you, Rachel... Because I do. A lot!" Finn yelled, letting his annoyance get the best of him. He instantly felt like an asshole for yelling at her.
Rachel stopped, her mouth closing slowly. "Shit, Rachel, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to snap like that." He walked over and took her into his embrace, holding her tightly against him. "I am so, so sorry, Rach."
"I don't know about going out to a club on New Years." Kurt said warily, placing his clothes into neat piles on the bed.
Blaine peeked his head out from the closet, his eyebrows pulled together in question. "Why not Kurt?" He went back in and walked out, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "I think it would be a lot more fun than being crammed in a confined space with a bunch of strangers."
Kurt shrugged and bit his lip. He needed to stop beating around the bush and nip this in the butt like he knew he should. They had to talk about it one day because that time when they were seventeen obviously didn't do much.
"And you're right. Its just that.. I don't know how to say this without making you upset or anything, but I hate you being around alcohol." He admitted, not looking at Blaine. The tension was now in the air and suffocating him.
Blaine licked his lips and stood up, going back into the closet with a pile of clothes. "We don't even go out that much." He said flatly, his mind reeling at this new information. Kurt's never really said it out loud before, not that Blaine ever really remembers actually.
"No, we don't, but when we do, and you get your hands on a few drinks you just end up getting really annoying, and sexual and I don't want to deal with that on New Years when its supposed to be fun." Kurt rattled off before he could even stop himself. This was not going to be good, he knew that.
He heard a hanger drop, along with a pile of clothes. "So you think I'm annoying?" Blaine asked, emerging from the closet. "Its not my fault that you don't drink with me and I'm sorry that you think me trying to have fun is so annoying to you."
Kurt rubbed his face, instantly regretting ever bringing this up in the first place. Then again, they were adults now, this was bound to happen someday.
"Blaine, you are totally misunderstanding what I'm trying to say. I just don't want us being drunk and not remembering what should be an awesome time. I want to kiss you at midnight and ring in the new year, sober, with someone I love, someone who will remember it." Kurt explained lightly, hoping Blaine would forget the comment about him being annoying. The last thing that Kurt wanted was a fight about this. There has been enough fighting for one holiday.
Blaine sighed heavily, not really knowing what to do with himself. He didn't want to fight with Kurt but he was so frustrated by what he was saying that he couldn't really stop thinking out loud. "Okay so what you're saying is you can't kiss me if we're drunk, and having a good time? Look, I know its not all about getting drunk in order to have fun, Kurt, I know, but you called me annoying." Blaine emphasized with a hard glare. "Now tell me... How did I misunderstand?"
So he wanted to be a bitch about this, didn't he? Kurt thought, giving his boyfriend the signature bitch glare. "Fine. You didn't misunderstand. I was being flat out honest with you because we agreed to be honest with one another, remember Blaine?" Kurt watched as he gave a nod, crossing his arms over his chest. The couple was having a harsh stare down, neither were going to go down that easily. Feelings were bound to be hurt.
"Do you want to know how annoying you are when you're drunk?" Blaine watched as Kurt walked closer to him, giving him a bitchy smile. "Babe, come on, dance with me." Kurt whined, poking Blaine in the chest gently, his eyes boring into his. "Mm.. Kurt kiss me, I really want to make out.. Please, lets have a quickie in the bathroom, lets go home and fuck each others brains out, oh please baby, I want you so, so-"
"Fuck you!" Blaine yelled, making Kurt go silent with his finger pressed into his boyfriend's chest. Kurt pursed his lips in a hard line as his finger curled into his hand slowly, avoiding Blaine's eyes that were blazing with so much hurt and frustration. "Don't stand there and make fun of me like I'm some kind of drunken idiot Kurt! I can't control that I act like that on occasion and I'm sorry that I can't be fucking perfect all the time!"
Blaine cracked for the second time in the span of a week. Kurt never thought he would be the one to do that.
"Get it through your head already that I'm not this perfect, dapper, little boy. I make mistakes too, you know that, I've told you the stories." Blaine's breathing became deep and heavy, his eyes becoming glassy.
Kurt was honestly speechless, he didn't mean for it to go this far.
"I'm... I'm just going to go and get some air." Blaine mumbled sadly, walking toward the bedroom door, eyes focused on the ground. "Don't wait up for me."
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