AN: Oh, I forgot to mention that this is entirely unbeta'd and I'm sorry for any mistakes that causes. Please enjoy!
Early the next morning Kurt got up to start the cooking. Thanksgiving dinner was at three and he had to start the turkey. He was already half-way downstairs when he remembered Finn's hot friend was crashing on the couch. Kurt almost ran back upstairs; he hadn't put an effort into his appearance yet, merely pulled a shirt on and washed his face. A quick check of his hair and Kurt grimaced, it was sticking up all over the place.
"Kurt, dear." Carole called from the kitchen. "Perfect, I have a job for you." She said and now he was trapped, he couldn't very well run away now… "Kurt?"
"Coming." He sighed and tried to flatten his hair as he went down the stairs. He gave the back of the couch a wary look as he passed by, not sure if Blaine was up or not.
Carole was in the kitchen, preparing the turkey. "Can you make breakfast, Kurt? Burt's up and Finn'll come down early today. All year he sleeps like the dead but the minute a holiday comes around he's up at almost the crack of dawn. I heard the shower start up a minute ago actually."
"Oh." Kurt usually did the turkey. He kept the pout from his face and turned towards the fridge. He just had to get used to this. "Mamma and Pappy are coming at noon by the way." He said. His grandparents never missed a holiday.
"I know." Carole smiled.
"Okay." Kurt nodded. "So bagels for breakfast?"
"Just what I was thinking."
He pulled out four bagels from the freezer, he and his dad usually shared one on holidays so they'd still be hungry later. The first one was just popping out of the toaster when Finn rolled in. His eyes lit up and Kurt handed it over without any hesitation.
"I'll go wake Blaine up; he's grumpy if he doesn't eat breakfast." Finn said as he took a giant bite of bagel. He then walked out of the kitchen to do just that.
Kurt gulped and tried to flatten his hair again, picking uncomfortably at the shirt he'd thrown on. "Hey, kid." Burt came in from the garage. He had milk in his hands. "I hope you didn't need anything else, Carole. They didn't have that cilanto stuff you wanted."
"Cilantro." Kurt corrected automatically and handed over Burt's half of their bagel.
"Thanks, kid. Is that Blaine kid up yet?"
"Finn went to go get him." Carole answered. One of Kurt's hands flew up to his hair subconsciously.
"Cool, I'll go see if I can put the game on." Burt grabbed a paper towel to catch his bagel crumbs and exited. He passed by Finn and Blaine in the doorway.
"Good morning." Blaine said politely. Carole returned it somewhat distractedly.
"There's bagels." She said and gestured at Kurt.
Blaine smiled at him softly. "I'd like one, thanks." Then he was walking over and subtly crowding Kurt into the counter, reaching around him to get a bagel. "Thank you." He said and pulled away, one of his hands catching on Kurt's side. Heat flooded him and he held in a gasp.
Blaine wasn't the best at waking up in the morning, but Finn was hard to ignore. He was still groggy when he followed Finn into the kitchen. He woke right up however when he saw how cute Kurt looked in his pajamas with his hair sticking up in odd directions. Before he realized it he was standing in front of Kurt, gently touching his hand as he took a bagel.
Then he realized Finn could be watching him and he backed off. He thoroughly enjoyed Kurt's blush though, it made any potentially awkward questions Finn could pose him totally worth it.
Luckily Finn didn't ask him any questions. Instead they settled on the couch with Mr. Hummel and got sucked into the game. By two the smell of food was making all their mouths water and stomachs rumble.
Kurt's grandparents had arrived around noon and his grandmother had plopped down to watch TV with them while his grandpa had gone to the kitchen to help cook. "You're new. I thought I only got one more grandson." The elder Mrs. Hummel had said when she spotted Blaine.
"I'm Finn's friend from college. My family's overseas for the holidays." Blaine had explained. She'd simply nodded and patted his knee.
"You sure you can finish this up Carole?" Kurt said from the doorway and Blaine turned around. The boy's hair was still a mess and he still looked absolutely adorable. Somewhere along his sleeves had gotten pushed up past his elbows.
"You can go, kiddo." Kurt's grandpa called. "Pappy's got this."
"Thanks." Kurt smiled and turned around with a smile on his face. Oh, so cute. He didn't see Blaine watching him as he went up the stairs.
"Where's the bathroom again, Finn?" Blaine asked.
"Through the kitchen." Finn answered.
"Better go upstairs though, they're probably still busy." Burt added.
"Thanks Mr. Hummel." Blaine smiled and hopped up. He'd hoped he could follow Kurt up the stairs. A door was just closing as he got up. "Damn." Blaine sighed. He wasn't about to invade the boy's privacy too much. He just wanted to tell him he looked cute all disheveled like that.
He waited long enough to not be suspicious before he went back downstairs and rejoined the couch group. He'd just sat down when the doorbell rang. "Finn!" Mrs. Carole Hummel called. "Can you get that?"
Finn grumbled but got up anyway. "That's probably your brother, Burt." The elder Mrs. Hummel said. "He's about due."
"Aunt Kitty." Finn's voice carried to them from the door. "Cool, you made it."
"Or not." Burt laughed. "Barry said he'd be a little late this year actually Mom. Something about Ashley's parents I think he said."
The elder Mrs. Hummel nodded. Blaine felt a bit awkward, he kind of wished Finn would come back already.
Kurt didn't leave his outfit on holidays up to chance. He always set them out the night before at the very latest. It was the work of half an hour to be showered and moisturized enough to slip into his clothes. Then he had to attack his mop. He glared at his unruly hair as he styled it into submission. "You will listen hair." He threatened.
"Kurt! Dinner in five!" Mamma called up to him.
"Coming." Kurt answered and sprayed his hair one last time.