Much like Thanksgiving, Kurt spent most of the day puttering around in the kitchen with Carole while Blaine hung out in the living room with Finn and Burt, watching some sport Blaine was struggling to pay any attention too. He wanted to pull Kurt away from his step-mother, drag him upstairs, and devour his cock before he gave him his REAL present. He hadn't even been able to TELL Kurt that the poster was a gag gift before he was jumping into action to start prepping food. Apparently Kurt's house was the traditional meeting point for the Hummel's, and, Finn explained, since Carole was usually the host for the Hudson's, it kind of worked out perfectly.
Blaine was falling in and out of a light sleep on the couch, absolutely exhausted from his early wake up, by the time Kurt's grandparent's showed up. Kurt's grandpa disappeared into the kitchen while his grandma clapped her hands together in delight and plopped down next to Blaine on the couch. He fully snapped out of his dozing to find her playing with his hair.
"Hello," he said, trying to hold back how startled he was by her presence.
"Hello, dearie, I remember you from Thanksgiving. Come back to play with my boys?" She pulled lightly on one of his curls and gave him a smirk.
"Um, my parents are abroad." Blaine scooted away from her uncomfortable closeness.
"Ma, leave him alone," Burt said in a gruff voice.
"But he's pretty." She smiled at him again, but it wasn't as creepy this time. "You and my Kurt, you're so pretty. I love pretty children, they make this old woman's heart warm. Are you hungry, Pretty?"
"Um, not yet." Blaine shook his head. "My name's Blaine."
"Blaine, handsome name. Are you sure you're not hungry, Blaine. I could get my Kurt to bring you something. He does love to cook, just like his Pappy."
"I'm fine, thank you. I'm saving room for dinner," Blaine said. She pulled on one of his curls again, just as gently as before, and then smoothed a hand down his head. "Okay, you just tell me if you want anything, I'll help you."
"I will," Blaine promised. She hadn't paid him much attention last time, perhaps too hung up on Finn, who she was now scooting over to dote on. Blaine reached up a hand to pet his head, definitely a mess. "I'm just going to go get dressed." Burt nodded at him and he got up.
He was in the bathroom trying to tame the mess on his head when he heard somebody coming up the stairs. He waited, not letting his hopes get up, until he heard the familiar squeak of Kurt's door. Abandoning his hair for the moment he went to pop his head into the younger boy's room.
"Hey," he said and Kurt twirled around so quickly he had to throw and hand out to steady himself.
"Hey." Kurt's smile lit up his whole face.
Blaine entered the room, going right up to the boy and wrapping his arms around him. "I want to thank you properly later for my harmonica."
Kurt shivered delightfully against him. "I can live with that. Everyone will be in a food coma tonight."
"I probably will be too, but I'll still try." Blaine pulled back and pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips. "Also, I wanted to say my gift was actually a gag gift. I wanted to see your face when you got it."
Kurt scoffed and gripped his arm tighter, but he was smiling even brighter now. "Really?"
"Yeah," Blaine said. "Really." He pressed another kiss to Kurt's lips. "It's in the guest room. Wanna go get it real quick? Why are you up here anyway?"
"Oh, Pappy kicked me out. It's alright though, we're almost done. Just have the asparagus to do really. And then ham, but that just stays in the oven so you can't do anything to it anyway." Kurt shrugged. "And yes, I want my present." He bounced a little as he said it.
Blaine took his hand and led him to the guest room. "Sit please, and close your eyes."
Kurt giggled a little as he did as told, almost like he couldn't keep it in.
"I'm gonna count, you can open my eyes when I say the word 'open', alright?"
"Okay," Kurt said, nodding.
"Keep 'em closed!" Blaine stuck his tongue out even though Kurt couldn't see and rummaged around to find the gift. He pulled it out of his bag with a little 'aha!' and carefully placed it on Kurt's lap. He let his fingers circle the tops of Kurt's thighs and dipped them down a little to touch the inseam of Kurt's pajamas, enjoying the way it made Kurt squirm. "Okay, five, four, three, two, one… open!"
Kurt opened his eyes quickly and stared at the box in his lap. Blaine had taken the effort to open it already; he was kind of a terrible wrapper, so that the gift was already in Kurt's sight. "Oh," Kurt said softly. "It's beautiful."
"I thought you'd like it. I tried to get something that matched the swords in your room, but I couldn't really do it perfectly." Words came out of his mouth in time with the nerves bubbling in his stomach. He'd been hesitant to give this to Kurt in front of people, scared of what Kurt's reaction would be.
Kurt sprang up and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him in for a fierce kiss. "Thank you, I love it. I'll wear it today." Kurt kissed him between words, quick, dizzying presses of their lips. Blaine struggled to suck in a breath and only came up with a lungful of Kurt, it only served to make him dizzier. "Thank you," Kurt said again and finally pulled away. He attacked the box gracefully, gently pulling the brooch from it.
"I'm glad you like it," Blaine said laughingly.
"I LOVE accessories, Blaine, and this is a REALLY good one, I can tell quality. And that you got it to match my sai? That's amazing, so thoughtful. Really, I love it." Kurt petted the broach carefully, testing the latch.
Blaine smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss, longer than the pecks Kurt had given him before. "You're welcome, Kurt." He kissed him again, even longer and with tongue. Kurt moaned into his mouth, fingers flying up to twist into his hair. Suddenly Kurt's mouth turned hot against his own, another small moan escaping as Kurt curled his tongue against Blaine's. "Kurt…" Blaine gasped.
"Thank you so much. I've never had somebody like you before. I like this gift exchanging thing more than I thought," Kurt said as he pulled away, blushing like mad.
Blaine smirked at him and poked his nose. "You're too cute for your own good."
Kurt put on a fake little pout, just DARING Blaine to kiss it away. Not one to ignore such a blatant call for him, Blaine obliged. Kurt nipped at him, clacking his teeth petulantly. Blaine kissed him again, waiting for the smile. Only when his boy gave it to him did Blaine pull away, laughing at the vaguely dopey look on Kurt's face, it was adorable.
"I have to get ready, I've been up here too long anyway," Blaine said. "They'll start to get suspicious and come check on us."
"Okay," Kurt said. "One more kiss?" It was accompanied by a blush.
"I think I can manage that, hold on." Blaine pushed up his sleeves and cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. "Let's see… hmmm…" He very carefully, and very cheesily, sized Kurt up and took hold of his face. Kurt was laughing by the time Blaine actually kissed him.
"I'll see you downstairs, you dork." Kurt ruffled his hair.
"You're only getting away with that because I have to style it still," Blaine said with narrowed eyes. He did the 'I'm watching you' thing with his fingers and it earned another laugh out of Kurt. Then he went to the bathroom and somehow managed to get his hair right in five minutes. He kind of felt on top of the world.
Kurt cradled his new brooch in his palm carefully, admiring it in the light of his window. It was silver, with a black hilt curved into some twisted design, the box said it was Celtic, and it was gorgeous. He was SO glad it matched his planned outfit for the day well; otherwise he'd need to rearrange his entire outfit to match the brooch. He petted it gently, soaking in the beauty of it. Then he carefully laid it down and got dressed for the holiday. He styled his hair and checked his face for blemishes and then put the brooch on, not even caring that it created small holes in his jacket. The pin was VERY thin, put still really sturdy looking, it wouldn't do much damage. Pleased with himself, and MORE than pleased with Blaine, Kurt went back downstairs. While he'd been getting ready the rest of his family had arrived, as had Finn's.
It wasn't as awkward as Thanksgiving, when everything was new and he'd really been meeting them for the first since the wedding. Now he greeted them and could ask about how they were with an actual frame of reference for the last time he'd seen them. It was nice, much nicer than Thanksgiving. Kurt didn't even mind as much that it was different than last Christmas, his comfort level was higher and he was happier.
Blaine smiling at him from across the couch didn't hurt either.
They sat on either side of Finn for dinner, all three of them talking at length for the first time since the disastrous weekend Kurt tried to jump him.
"When are you guys going back anyway?" Kurt asked.
"Um, I think we decided on the Saturday before classes start, the eighth. That way Blaine and me can get set back up," Finn answered. Then he took a giant bite of ham.
"So you're here for about another two weeks?"
"Yeah." Blaine spoke as Finn labored to chew. He was grateful Finn had enough manners not to try and talk with his mouthful, that much ham wouldn't be hidden if he tried. "The dorms open back up on the Friday, so they'll definitely be able to take us. Hopefully the elevators won't be broken, I hate taking the stairs."
Finn swallowed greatly. "Me too."
"The stairs can't be that bad." Kurt rolled his eyes at the size Finn was cutting his next bite of meat.
"We live on the seventh floor, Kurt. It's a lot. If it was just the second floor, or hell even the FOURTH floor, I wouldn't mind taking the stairs, but seven is a lot, Kurt."
"Don't ever move to New York City then, you'll die." Kurt took a dainty bite of mashed potatoes. Blaine had to blink and think of something unsexy to stop imagining it as something else.
"I'd do it if I HAD too, but I wouldn't LIKE it," Blaine answered.
"Ugh, I'd never move out there, I'd get claustrophobic."
"It's my dream to go there you know, New York." Kurt got this far away look.
"Our boy's gonna be a star!" Kurt's grandmother cut in, surprising all three of them. "He cooks like his Pappy, sings like his mother, dances like me, and he's got his dad's good sense. My Kurt's gonna go places I tell you, mark my words." She waved her spoon at them. "Isn't that right, Pappy?" She swatted her husband gently and he looked away from his conversation with Finn's Uncle Harry.
"Hmm?" He blinked owlishly at her. "Oh, yeah, you're right," he said distractedly. Then he turned back to his conversation as if he'd never been interrupted at all. Blaine kind of got the feeling it happened a lot.
"See, even Pappy agrees with me, Kurt." She reached across the table and patted Kurt's hand. Kurt smiled and blushed bright red under the praise.
"Hey, Marge," Carole said, getting the old woman's attention. "Could you tell me about…" Blaine tuned her out, looking back to Kurt. Carole was clearly saving them, a welcome intervention. Kurt was still blushing.
"You want to live in New York?" Blaine asked. When Kurt nodded his heart clenched, and he didn't know why.
AN: This is basically what Blaine's gift to Kurt looks like. Just a different hilt colour, black to match the sai better. www . amethystdublin . com / images / uploads / Brooch % 20New / CB66 % 20website . jpg Just remove the spaces.