The Christmas themed one-shots have come! For the person who asked me for a part 2 to the PFLAG verse, I shall write that soon, but maybe some suggestions of what everyone would like to see in that? Asking each other out? Them dating? Flirting? Angsty talks? ;) Let me know! Don't own anything.

Blaine was ridiculously bored. He didn't know why in the world he had agreed to go with Wes to his cousin's Christmas party and yet here he was. The house was festively decorated, covered in lights and ribbons. The people were nice enough, offering Blaine drinks, and giddily inviting him to participate in inappropriate party games. But since neither articles were really his scene ever since the Niff Valentine's Day Trainwreck Extraveganza of 2010, he remained bored, lingering on the fringe of the crowd. Sighing, he noted the emptiness of his red cup and drained the last of his Diet Coke.
When he entered the kitchen, he was suprised to find a pale beautiful boy. The teen was dark haired, with bright blue eyes and sharp features. He nodded to Blaine slightly, blushing and looking down. Grinning like an idiot, Blaine strode to the fridge, yanking out a Diet Coke and pouring it into his cup.
A small amount spilled out of the top.
"Oh gosh!" Blaine muttered, reaching for a napkin container on the counter. His hand met another, sending warmth shooting down his spine. He looked up to find the pale boy, blushing even darker this time. The boy's now green eyes flashed upwards and he jumped backwards. Blaine followed his gaze, taking in the sprig of miseltoe above them. He smiled softly, stepping forward slowly. Closing his eyes, he captured the boy's lips in his.
He had meant to only kiss him briefly, but once he had gotten a taste, he simply couldn't pull away. The taller teen smiled into the kiss, responding with passion. They giggled. Blaine gently pushed the boy into the counter, sighing as the boy placed his hands on Blaine's hips. He quickly wrapped his arms around the boy's neck, flicking his tongue against the boy's lips instinctively. The kisses grew more and more passionate. Suddenly, Blaine's lips were on a porcilien neck and the door of the kitchen flew open.
"Holy crap, Kurt!"
The boy, Kurt, Blaine realized, let out a shriek. The pair launched apart.
Their intruder was a mountainous teenager, his expression horrified.
"It's nearly curefew...Who the hell is this guy?" he demanded. Blaine blushed madly.
"There was misteltoe!" Kurt cried, running a hand through his made-out hair.
"Blaine Anderson," Blaine explained, waving slightly.
"Nice to meet you," murmured Kurt. He rounded on the other teen. "Don't you dare tell my Dad about this, Finn!" he warned.
Finn raised an eyebrow.
"I think it's going to be a little hard to hide,"
Cheeks coloring, Kurt smacked a hand over his neck. "Oh gosh he's going to kill me,"
Finn rolled his eyes. "I'm waiting in the car,"
The boys were left in akward silence, glancing at each other shyly.
Blaine removed his Dalton scarf, placing it around Kurt's neck.
"Sorry..." he stammered.
"I don't normally do that," they said at the same time. Laughing, the teens exchanged looks. Blaine grabbed a napkin, mopping up the mess on the floor quickly. Pulling a pen out of his pocket, he wrote on another napkin, handing it to Kurt.
"I'd love you know... find out your last name some time,"
The taller teen laughed, leaning forward suddenly to kiss Blaine chastely on the cheek.
"Miseltoe again," he explained, his cheeks red as he walked away. Blaine nodded. And Kurt left.
A few minutes later, Blaine's phone let out a hearty "Ho Ho!", his text tone for the holiday season. He pulled it out, grinning madly at the message from an unknown number.
"It's Hummel. And was that a Carrie Underwood reference?"

I know mistletoe has been done before but...Couldn't resist! :)
Review please! And check out my story, Right or Left. People seem to really be enjoying, so maybe you will too. Klisses and Klugs to all!