AN: So, here's how it's gonna be; IMPORTANT STUFF AT THE TOP

After this, it's a hiatus until "The Proposal" on January 17th… YOU CAN'T JUST CALL AN EPISODE THAT AND LEAVE US HANGING! Is Will popping the question (most likely)? Finn? Klaine? Brittana? SUE AGAIN?

During that time, I will be taking this story down, fixing the grammar/spelling errors from previous chapters, and then reposting.

The story WILL NOT BE ANY DIFFERENT! I'm just fixing word choice, grammar mistakes (most of them were made automatically by the computer, I was annoyed to find upon re-reading), spelling, type-os (of which there are a lot), and working on not rambling about my life as much in AN's.

So, if you see an alert for this over the break, it's not a new update. There won't be an update until Glee airs again in fucking January.

Sure, you can read the re-published chapters if you want to, be they'll be the same plot and storyline, just with the fixes listed above.

…Anyway, ON WITH THE SHOW!

EDIT: This chapter is now revised, but I did it myself with no beta, so if there are still typos and such, I'm sorry

Chapter 8: Extraordinary Merry Christmas

Kurt's back arched almost impossibly far as a lewd moan ripped from his darkened lips.

He slammed his hips down on Blaine's again, Blaine shooting up to meet the trust at such an angle that Kurt practically screamed.

This wasn't going to last much longer if the lava swirling in the pit of his stomach had anything to say about it.

The words 'fuck' and 'Blaine' seemed to be the only words Kurt remembered how to say as he rode his lover, the only sounds their moans and the squeaking of the bedsprings as he lifted himself before crashing back into another wave of unrivaled pleasure.

"Blaine," Kurt whined, high and unabashedly needy. "I-fuck-not gonna-" He moaned loudly, his brain unable to finish the sentence or remember why he was trying in the first place once Blaine had filled him again, stretching him to a point that should've been painful, but only brought bliss.

Blaine seemed to know what he meant anyway, because he panted out "Come,"

Kurt's vision turned white as his bones liquidized into fire. His toes curled and he gripped at whatever he could reach. The only thing his brain could process was the cocoon of white-hot pleasure that was encasing him.

He was pretty sure that ear-piercing scream was him, but he was too wrapped up in his release to care.

He panted, his whole body slumping after his climax.

Blaine was absolutely drenched in Kurt's come, and even though his brain was fuzzy and not really taking anything in yet, the older male still found it to be one of the hottest things he had ever seen.

Blaine's chest was heaving, causing some of the come to slink down his sides but he didn't look like he cared at all.

After a few more minutes of panting, Kurt came to the slightly awkward realization that he may want to move off of Blaine's lap before his drained limps gave out and he crushed Blaine.

Kurt made an involuntary whine when he moved, feeling suddenly empty and cold as he laid down next to his lover.

That initial feeling, in Kurt's opinion, was the worst thing about bottoming. You felt so whole and complete and perfect, and then it was just gone, and for a moment it was like you would be alone forever. The feeling of love and kindness washed back almost right away, but still…

"We should really clean up," Blaine whispered, showing no signs of moving anytime soon.

Kurt groaned. The last thing he wanted right now was to stand up. So, he lazily twisted to face Blaine's chest and started licking his own come off Blaine's body. It was quickly turning cold and was nowhere near as satisfying as Blaine's own come, but Kurt just wanted to get to sleep as soon as possible wrapped up with Blaine, so he didn't care.

He made sure he had gotten it all, licking slowly with just enough pressure that he could barely taste Blaine's skin, almost like it was an afterthought.

Kurt laid his cheek on Blaine's broad chest when he had finished, his eyes already closing.

"God, Kurt," Blaine keened, resting his hand on Kurt's shoulder. "You're so sexy! If I hadn't just come…"

Kurt didn't really understand what Blaine had said in his half-asleep state, so he just moved up to give Blaine a peck on the lips before mumbling "love you" and drifting off.

XxXxX

When Blaine awoke, Kurt was curled under his chin, his hands trapped between them. The pale boy's breath fanned over Blaine's chest, making the single patch of skin tingle.

Blaine smiled, burying his nose in Kurt's damp chestnut locks. The undeniable smell of sex and Kurt was draped over him like a thick blanket, and Blaine couldn't get enough of it.

"Hm, 'ood mornin' baby" Blaine felt so much as heard Kurt mumble against his chest, his voice heavy with sleep and ruff from screaming.

"Morning" Blaine returned hoarsely, nuzzling his face further into Kurt's hair. "Sleep well?"

Kurt made an affirmative noise in the back of his throat, cuddling closer to his lover. "How about you?" he asked in kind.

Blaine was about to answer when he had an epiphany. How could he have forgotten?

He leaped out of bed, hearing Kurt whine at the loss of his boyfriend, but Blaine was too busy pulling a suit out of his closet to really notice. His body was totally on autopilot while his mind whirled with re-building walls Kurt had long sense destroyed.

'They'll all be asking about a girlfriend, of course, and expect me to tell my life stories from the past year-how can I do that when so much of it is about Kurt?-and I'll be expected to-'

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled, causing Blaine to spin around in fright, his pants half-way up his legs and his shirt buttoned wrong. By the look on the other boy's face, Blaine assumed Kurt had been trying to get his attention for a while.

A blush spread across his face at Kurt's impatient/adorable/sexy/terrifying look; he was sitting a little stiffly, his arms crossed over the creamy expanse of his naked chest while his lower half was covered only by a thin sheet, his hair was flying in all directions, his lips set into a hard frown, and his eyes were worried and accusing.

Kurt sighed, Blaine guessed at his obnoxious state of dress, uncrossed his arms, and pushed himself out of bed so he could march over to his boyfriend.

Blaine felt himself withering slightly as Kurt approached him. It reminded him of when his parents had punished him when he was younger for breaking a vase; his father had silently walked over to him, gave him a disapproving frown, and told him he was not to eat dinner that night.

But instead of staring at him with a frown or telling him he was angry, Kurt helped Blaine fully into his pants, re-buttoned his shirt properly, and eased Blaine's arms through his suit-jacket.

Blaine just allowed himself to be moved, not quite sure what to do or what was happening.

Once Blaine was properly dressed and Kurt was still very much naked, the taller grabbed his hand and sat them both down on Blaine's bed. Kurt leaned over to kiss his temple, Blaine closing his eyes at the simple and comforting contact.

Only then did Kurt ask "What's wrong?"

It was Blaine's turn to sigh. "I just remembered my extended family is coming in today; I'm not particularly close to any of them, and I only see them at Christmas time, but they make me so uncomfortable." The more he elaborated, the louder the shorter boy's voice grew. "They ask me questions I don't want to give the answers to, a few of my cousins are complete homophobes-and their parents aren't much better-and I have to get along with these people and smile and say 'thank you' when they give me things I'll never use in my entire life.

"The only one I can tolerate is my aunt Pam, and she's drunk and passed out within a few hours anyway! And they'll be here for a week and a half and I have to put on this act and be someone I'm not because I feel like I have too or they'll never want to visit again and the only time my parent's pay attention to me is when they're here and it's just so exhausting."

Blaine hadn't even realized a few tears had slipped out until Kurt was brushing them away, his hands soft and strong and soothing.

"Sorry," Blaine whispered. "You didn't need to hear all that."

"Yes I did" And that was that.

"I hate that they make you feel that way Blaine," Kurt continued, holding Blaine's face firmly, making the shorter boy look at him. "I wish you could be your amazing, perfect self over winter vacation, but I understand if you feel like you can't. I would offer to stay, at least for today, but I know you'll refuse and your parents would kick me out anyway, so would you at least open my present to you and know that I love you?"

Blaine didn't trust his voice, so he just nodded.

As Kurt stood and made his way over to Blaine's desk where they're still wrapped presents to each other were sitting, Blaine couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world. Surely Kurt was the most understanding, comforting, wonderful person anyone could ask for. And he was Blaine's. Blaine was a tad disappointed when Kurt tugged on his pants on the way back to the bed though.

Kurt returned, handing his present to Blaine and keeping the other to himself.

Blaine stared at the intricate wrapping over his thin rectangular gift. It was dark green with swirling golden loops that appeared hand-made, with a slightly darker colored bow wrapped securely around it. It was definitely wrapped by Kurt.

"Well, open it!" Kurt said anxiously, making Blaine realize oh, he had just been staring at the wrapping paper for five minutes.

So, he opened it, and gasped.

It was a scrapbook. The cover was maroon with intricately wound silver vines slinking around it. There was a framed picture of Blaine and Kurt with their lips touching, though their eyes were open and looking at the camera and it should've been cheesy but it was absolutely adorable.

"Inside there are more pictures, with dates and little notes of encouragement for you." Kurt explained. "It was meant to be for when I left for New York, but I had enough pictures and nothing else seemed good enough, so…" Kurt trailed off with a shrug, like it was no big deal.

Blaine hugged him hard. It was like he had fallen in love with Kurt all over again. This book… it was so wonderful, and Blaine hadn't even opened it yet.

"Now mine will seem silly" Blaine said with a frown. His was nowhere near as wonderful or meaningful.

Kurt gave him a look that clearly meant 'stop-saying-things-like-that' and opened his own gift.

Blaine held his breath. What if Kurt didn't like it? What if he thought it was stupid and tacky and that Blaine didn't love him?

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt gasped, pulling the CD out of its case. "These are all you singing?"

Blaine nodded nervously. "They're songs that I heard that reminded me of you, or us… I wrote the last one myself."

Kurt leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth, all tongue and hands and heat and Blaine wasn't sure what had happened when Kurt pulled away, he just knew that he was half-hard.

"You-you should go before everyone gets here." Blaine stuttered, staring deep into his lovers blue/green eyes.

Kurt nodded slowly, standing and, to Blaine's disappointment, covering the tight coils of muscle under his skin with his shirt.

Kurt gave him one last peck. "I love you," He held up the CD. "And I'm listening to this in the car on my way home."

Blaine nodded stupidly. "I'll look at the scrapbook when my family becomes overbearing-it will be soon."

Kurt gave him a sad and loving smiling, pulled him into a quick hug, and left.

Blaine took a deep breath. He could do this.

XxXxX

"And for the first time in my life
I don't feel so alone
My heart starts to heal,
To know this is real

"This is how it must feel
To have a home!"

Kurt smiled, letting the music wash over him as he pulled up to a stoplight.

He didn't think we would ever get tired of listening to Blaine's voice.

He had to add this to his list of things to pack for New York.