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so here is the last chapter, sorry for the waiting I was totally absorbed in an actual book series. I hope you'll like it and I just want to thank your for being here and reading this little story. Thanks for the reviews, really you were great giving me reason to write. Thanks for the ads and hits too, you rock! So Enjoy this last one!

Warning: Boykissing at the end!

Ep.15 – Kiss him, I dare you!

Blaine moaned in delight as the first piece of turkey melted on his tongue. His eyes closed in their own accord and his expression turned into pure ecstasy, unknowingly making the other man in the room flush in embarrassment and desire. He had no idea, Harry was such an incredible cook, not that he should have been surprised after the performance he had seen back in June; the man was perfection personalized.

And no, Blaine wasn't biased just because he was head over heels for the choreographer. Harry was simply amazing, talented, witty, sweet and the best friend one could ever want and... how Blaine's thoughts turned into something so disgustingly sappy and girlish he had no clue. He was just mooning over the piece of meat in his mouth a moment ago, then as if a switch had been switched in his mind his thoughts started to gush over his dance teacher. Not the best way to start the night.

"If you plan to lick your plate clean, I can offer you a few more. It would spare me the trouble of doing the washing-up," Harry commented offhandedly and Blaine flushed in mortification.

"Well, blame yourself, you are an excellent cook," He tried to play it off as if nothing happened, yet his voice still shook a bit.

"Compliments never worked on me, but thank you none the less," Harry smirked, standing up and gathering the empty plates.

"You don't need to remind me, especially after the incident with Alex." Those green eyes practically glowed in smug and cruel satisfaction at the mention of once of the biggest row ever happening in P. Hall 11.

"Good boy," Harry patted Blaine's head with his freehand, burying his fingers into the curly locks for a second or two and sending pleasure filled shivers down on the younger one's spine. "Now go and pick some tooth-achingly sweet movie we can watch while I prepare the dessert."

Blaine hurried complied if only to hide his scarlet face and less innocent parts of his body from Harry. He had no intention to ruin this perfectly nice day by his raging hormones. Of course the channels were practically flooded with the traditional Christmas shows, one tackier that the other and while Blaine actually was a big softy when it came to Disney Classics and musicals, Love Actually and the likes had never been amongst his favourites.

Then out of sudden a green face flashed on the screen causing his hand to stop and a wide smile took over his face as he recognized one of his favourite Christmas movies; Grinch.

"You're a mean one Mr Grinch

You really are a heel

You're as cuddly as a cactus

You're as charming as an eel

Mr. Grinch

You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel"

The notes left his mouth almost unconsciously, words known like the back of his hand and Blaine, not caring that his secret crush for half a year was in the other room, sang along heartily, grinning like a fool. Nonetheless he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the husky chuckle from behind him after the song ended.

"I have this one on DVD if you want to watch it from the beginning." Harry was standing in the living room door tray in hand and Blaine had to gulp down the fist sized spiked rock in his throat to be able to answer.

"Erm... It's okay. I don't know why I sang along and I'm sure there is something better we could watch–" he rambled, not looking at his companion.

Harry snorted inelegantly and suddenly he was next to Blaine, putting the tray down on the coffee table before he offered him a cup of strawberry-vanilla sundae. "Of course it wasn't because you're crazy about the movie," Harry intoned with a heavy layer of sarcasm in his tone.

"Okay... I might like it... a bit..."

"You know, you don't have to pretend you're cool. Both of us clearly know that you are a complete dork." Blaine chocked on his sundae at this, staring wide-eyed at the older man. "What? If you'd forgotten, I was in your flat, in your bedroom, which is full of musical posters and Disney cartoons."

Oh shit! Here went that miniscule chance he might had had with the man, just because he couldn't grow up enough to give up his obsession with those blasted cartoon musicals. He wanted to crawl under a rock and die or he would have agreed to the floor opening up and swallowing him whole to avoid even more embarrassment that was sure to come.

"You enjoy this," he muttered sulkily, glowering at his ice cream.

"Idiot," was Harry's answer that instantly gained his attention. However he regretted looking at the choreographer, because he was sure the hurt he felt was showing in his eyes, just like always. "Look over there," Harry added in a softer voice and Blaine's gaze followed the raised hand that was pointing at a shelf full of... Disney Classics.

Blaine's mouth hit the floor, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Impossible," he whispered.

"You're really slow, huh?" Harry scoffed, but he was grinning mischievously, striking green orbs flashing with unnamed emotions.

"And you're bitch, but do you hear me complaining?" Blaine shot back, his voice becoming hushed and husky, while a little voice in him chanted: 'Kiss him! Kiss him! Just Kiss him!'.

"Oh I can hear your whining all right," Harry smirked, lips parted slightly.

'Kiss him, damnit!'

"Oh shut up!"

"Make me."

'Kiss him, I dare you!'

And he did.

End