A/N: God, I love how you're all so nice and answer my questions! Thank you so much! Ok, so here's an airport scene, a time jump (with flashback) and some trouble stirring… (and I'm not just talking about my unbeta'd chapters)

(No, I'm not gonna make a habit of updated this often ok, I just really wanted to share this with y'all)

Blaine had received a text from Kurt a few hours prior to picking him up in the airport, so he'd had plenty of time to prepare. Now, keeping in mind that Blaine hadn't dressed up for anyone since he reached the age of 15, he thought he'd done a pretty decent job. He'd dressed in jeans (no holes) and a button down (no skulls). He'd styled his hair; but only put a minimum product in it.

It wasn't like Blaine didn't ever dress up. When he went clubbing, he made sure to look his utmost best. It was just that he hadn't dressed up for anyone but himself (and the random guys at bars) for so long, he'd forgotten how to do it right.

He'd taken his car to the airport and even though an old hag almost drove right into his baby, he hadn't smoked and he was pretty sure Kurt would appreciate it.

The reason he'd dressed up and made sure he didn't smell of smoke was pretty simple.

Blaine had never been in a real relationship before. Meaning, he'd never picked anyone up from the airport. He'd never met parents; he'd never bought anyone flowers; he'd never had to make another person happy; he'd never wanted to either. But for some reason he really wanted to do all those things for Kurt.

So maybe he'd taken a bit too long to choose an outfit that morning, and maybe he'd arrived half an hour before he was supposed to; but he didn't know any better. He didn't know the rules for dating.

But seeing Kurt's entire face light up with joy had been it all worth it, and he'd gladly humiliate himself at a flower shop some day in the near future just to see that kind of smile again.

"Hi," Kurt greeted him when he walked over. Blaine smirked and pulled him in for a quick kiss; that he knew how to do. He had the physical aspect of it all covered.

"How was Ohio?" Blaine asked as he wound an arm around Kurt's waist and took his bag in his other hand. He didn't notice the pleased look on Kurt's face because he was too busy walking around a bunch of teenager screaming and hugging.

"It was great; Finn's birthday went smoothly and I only suffered minimum damage," Kurt said as they walked to Blaine's car. Blaine stopped right next to it with a questioning gaze.

"Damage?" He looked Kurt up and down; silently appreciating the tight white jeans and the grey sweater peeking out under his coat.

"Yea, every year the guys play soccer and since it's Finn's birthday, he always orders me to play." Blaine looked a bit doubtful so Kurt kept talking. "I always kick their asses though. There's a reason I'm proud of my legs; and not just because they look amazing in skin tight jeans."

Blaine laughed and put Kurt's bag in the trunk of his car before opening Kurt's door for him.

"I never pictured you to be the soccer type," he said and walked around the car to his own side. Kurt looked at him with a gentle smile and Blaine felt a chill run down his spine. What had he done to make Kurt look at him like he just saved a puppy from drowning?

"I told you I played football in high school, right? If I'm forced to play, I better play it well. Noah got me this year though, I have the biggest bruise on my-" He abruptly stopped talking and blushed a bit before clearing his voice. "Anyway, I tackled him like five minutes later, so that's-"

"You tackled him?" Blaine outburst with a laugh. Kurt just looked at him as if to say 'yea' and shrugged. "Who was this guy? Oh, oh, let me guess! A midget?"

"Jerk," Kurt pouted. "Noah isn't a midget, you know that!" Blaine kept laughing until he suddenly realized who Kurt meant.

"PUCK?" He yelled and almost pulled off the road in his haste to look at Kurt.

"Yea well, he started it, and he really should've kept his eyes on me instead of the ball, because he knows how I-"

"Kurt!" Blaine interrupted.

"Yes?"

"You tackled Puck? As in Noah Puckerman? 6 foot-something Noah Puckerman?"

"He's not all that much taller than me," Kurt pointed out, but Blaine just kept staring at him. He gently tilted Blaine's chin away, so he was facing the road again. "But yes, I did."

"You're fucking badass," Blaine mumbled, impressed. Kurt just smiled. Blaine didn't need to know that Puck had thrown him to the ground afterwards and it had ended in a fight in the mud; Finn and the other guys joining in quickly. And the bruise on his ass was the size of a hand. But luckily Kurt wasn't just bragging when he talked about his legs; he'd knees Puck in the balls and Finn had a black eye matching his elbow. Apparently he'd kicked someone in the stomach too, but he'd rejected that completely. Just because the guy had a footprint on his shirt the size of his boot, it didn't prove anything.

The two drove in comfortable silence until they reached Blaine's apartment. Kurt looked at Blaine with a raised eyebrow.

"This is not my apartment," he said. Blaine smirked but tried to hide it as he turned to the car door.

"I know," he shrugged and then got out of the car. Kurt hurried out of the passenger seat and then followed Blaine into the building. They stopped outside of a door Kurt could remember slamming and hoping to hit Blaine; he was pretty happy it hadn't now though.

"You said I couldn't take you out, correct?" Blaine asked as he unlocked the door. He kept it closed until Kurt nodded. Then he opened it and inside Kurt had to hold back a gasp. So yea, Blaine had been particularly gentlemanly today, but he'd never expected to be welcomed home with lit candles (he pushed the worried thought of Blaine's apartment burning to the ground away quickly) and a (home cooked?) meal on the table.

"Before you go all crazy," Blaine said before taking Kurt's coat and hanging it up. "I asked my neighbor to light the candles and put the food on the table two minutes ago, so no need to be worried that I'm irresponsible." Kurt smiled and pushed his bangs back from his forehead before making his way over to the table.

"Did you cook?" He asked as he looked at the steaming plates and pans.

"Yea," Blaine said as he pulled two diet cokes out of the fridge. "Nothing fancy though, don't expect too much. I had work to do y'know, we can't all just fly to Ohio to escape-" He hadn't realized he was babbling before Kurt's chuckle interrupted him.

"You're welcome next time," he said and then sat down; completely missing the surprised look at Blaine's face. "Now shut up and let me eat. I'm starving." Blaine smiled and sat down to enjoy the meal he'd spent more time that he'd admit on.

xxx

It was in December Blaine started acting differently. Of course they'd fought before; what with Kurt's stubbornness and Blaine's big mouth. But this fight seemed like so much more. There was a deeper meaning with it all. It started out fairly innocent with Kurt wanting to go shopping…

"I said no, Kurt," Blaine said through gritted teeth. They'd been discussing this for the past half hour.

"But I need your help!" Kurt insisted.

"It's just shopping! You can do it yourself," Blaine reasoned and crossed his arms over his chest. He was tired of talking about it.

"It's Christmas shopping!" And Kurt's list was longer than normally because he hadn't had time to do the shopping in more trips than one, because he'd been too busy being with Blaine. Not that he'd change their dates for anything, even if it made him late with the Christmas shopping. They'd been to dinner and clubbing; with surprisingly little alcohol, since neither of them wanted to get wasted.

"I don't give a fuck!" Blaine's voice got louder as he got more frustrated.

"Blaine!" Kurt hated when Blaine switched to his defense position. Arms crossed over his chest and then he'd start swearing more than normally. And Kurt was just beginning to hope he'd actually be able to introduce Blaine to his family.

"No! Just stop it. I do not wanna go Christmas shopping with you, why won't you get it into your thick head?" Blaine was an inch away from yelling.

"I'm not asking you to give up your entire weekend, Blaine, I just-" The brunette tried. He'd asked his friends but none of them had time and he'd thought it'd be fun to shop with Blaine…

"God damn it Kurt!" Blaine shouted as he stood up. "I said NO!"

"Blaine-" Kurt protested.

"No. Get out." It always went like this. Blaine got mad and he either ran away or made Kurt leave. It was getting worse the closer they got to Christmas and Kurt had no idea what he was doing wrong.

"Wh- Blaine-"

"I said get out!"

"Blaine, I just want you to-" He took a step closer to his boyfriend, but Blaine wasn't having any of it. He knew he'd be apologizing on his knees if Kurt as much as touched him.

"I know what you want, and I don't want to do it, why don't you get it? I am not your fucking bag-carrier. Now get the fuck out of my apartment!"

"Fine!" Kurt's patience had a limit and it had been reached. He slammed the door on his way out. And the next day he'd started his shopping; alone. He hadn't texted Blaine or called him even when he practically fell over a jacket Blaine would've loved. He was tired of this. How was he going to have Blaine with him in Ohio if they couldn't stop fighting for just two weeks? Doubt was creeping into his mind and he hated that. He'd already realized that he loved Blaine. He loved the way his eyes shone extra brightly whenever they'd kissed, and the way he'd lay a protecting arm around him when they were out. He loved the way Blaine would be a complete asshole one minute but still open the door for Kurt the next.

He loved the way Blaine would put a hand on his arm when he was being too mean to people. He loved the way Blaine would first glare at him but later thank him for getting him out of fights. They balanced each other out. And Kurt loved that. He didn't want to live without it. But Blaine was starting to hold back. The past few weeks he hadn't asked Kurt out or made vulgar moves. He'd been withdrawn and moody.

And it was Christmas in a few days. Kurt loved Christmas. And he wanted to spend it with Blaine. So he did the only thing he could. After taking his bags home he made his way to Blaine's apartment. Another thing he loved about Blaine was his occasionally shyness. Like the way he'd put a spare key into Kurt's hand and mumbled something in the lines of 'for emergencies'.

Or the way he was careful around Kurt. Not like Kurt couldn't protect himself, but like he didn't want to overstep any more boundaries. When he broke down one of Kurt's walls, he was like an excited puppy. Like the first time he'd slept over at Kurt's…

xxx

"You- what?" Blaine asked, gaping.

"A movie night? We've been going out a lot the past few weeks and I just thought… Well, it's okay if you'd rather go clubbing, but-"

"No, no, a movie night's fine, of course it's fine." Another thing Kurt loved: when Blaine began babbling and tripping over his own words. "I just- you're just- what about, I mean, of course I could go home, but you said movie night so I just-"

"Blaine," Kurt interrupted with a smile.

"Yea?" He sounded slightly breathless and Kurt had to hold in a giggle.

"Could you just take my subtle invitation for you to stay over please?"

"I- Yes. Yea, okay," Blaine agreed and then switched back to his normal self. "So should I bring my sexy PJ?" And the movie night had been fine; Blaine had done minimum groping and Kurt had mostly let it slide because Blaine had cried during Beauty and the Beast.

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you," Blaine mumbled as he dried his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.

"It's not like you're the only one," Kurt joked. "Besides, who would I tell?"

"Oh no, I'm not falling for that! You're just trying to lure out ways to humiliate me in front of the guys!" Blaine pushed him lightly in the shoulder.

"Damn, you saw right through me," Kurt laughed as Blaine crawled over him and started planting kisses on his face. He didn't let their bodies touch as he did; they'd tried that before and Kurt had panicked slightly and kneed Blaine in the stomach.

"It's 2am," Kurt said as he turned his head from Blaine's mouth. Blaine sighed and rested his forehead against Kurt's collarbone.

"Bedtime?"

"Yup. So get your attractive ass off me so I can go brush my teeth."

"You think my ass is attractive?" Blaine wiggled his eyebrows at Kurt who made his way to the bathroom.

"Blaine please, even the straightest guy on the planet would think your ass is attractive." That was a thing Blaine loved. How much more relaxed Kurt had become. So yea, maybe they hadn't gone much passed light groping and making out; and yes, he'd had his fair share of taunting from his friends, but it all seemed worth it when Kurt would wink at him or smack his ass or even pull him into a kiss.

Because they both initiated kisses now.

Something had happened that day when Kurt got home from Ohio. He hadn't exactly changed; he just seemed more sure of himself. And of Blaine.

Blaine, who'd brushed his teeth and actually headed for the couch, when Kurt had grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going?" He asked. Blaine just looked at him.

"Um, to sleep? I thought you'd rather-"

"Blaine," Kurt interrupted with that voice Blaine had come to know as the 'you're being an idiot right now' voice. "Would you rather sleep on the sofa?" He asked. Blaine quickly shook his head and Kurt laughed before tugging him into the bedroom.

"I'm a toss-and-turn sleeper, so I apologize in advance," the brunette said and pushed Blaine over to the bed. "I sleep on the right side," he pointed out and turned out the lights. Blaine scooted over to the left side and under the covers.

It took a while for the both of them to fall asleep after saying goodnight.

Blaine, because he'd never shared a bed with anyone without having sex with them first.

Kurt, because he'd never shared a bed with anyone period. He'd of course had sleepovers with his friends but they'd all had the silent agreement that Kurt had his bed for himself. When Kurt thought about it, it might not have been the best thing; he would've been a lot more comfortable if he'd tried it before. But he didn't let it show when he'd pushed Blaine to the bed. He was trying and Blaine was really helping him.

Besides, what harm could sharing a bed do?

Quite a bit, Kurt found out the next morning. He'd finally fallen asleep, but when he woke up, he had an arm around his waist and something heavy on his shoulder. He took a few calming breaths with closed eyes before slowly opening them and looked to his right. Blaine's head was resting on his shoulder; his breathing hot against Kurt's skin. His right arm was wrapped around Kurt's middle and his right leg was slung over both of Kurt's.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered, afraid to wake him too quickly.

"Mmh," Came a mumbled reply. Kurt chuckled quietly and tried turning around, but Blaine had him in an iron grip. "Mm," he kept mumbling until a dark sound made its way out his throat and made Kurt freeze. "Hnng."

Suddenly Kurt became aware of the slow rocking Blaine was doing against his side. He felt the unmistakably outline of Blaine's erection pressing into his thigh and felt his face lose color. He was not ready for this, he was so not ready for this…

He rubs off on people in his sleep? Kurt thought just as Blaine let out a happy sounding sigh followed by a quiet "Kurt."

Kurt felt his entire body relax. He knows it's you. Or at least he wants it to be, he thought as he look down on Blaine's face. His features were relaxed; his eyelids moving as if he was dreaming and his lips parted slightly. Little whimpering sounds left his mouth every few seconds and Kurt felt himself grow harder in his pants. He would've been embarrassed if he hadn't had Blaine's hard cock pressed against him.

Kurt bit his lip as Blaine began nuzzling closer to his neck and collarbone. The arm around his waist tightened its grip and Blaine's hand curled into his shirt.

You should wake him up, he told himself, but just as he opened his mouth to call out to Blaine again, said man bend his leg further and his knee brushed against Kurt's now fully hard dick. Oh screw this, you'll wake him after, he thought as he let his head fall onto his pillow again with a soft thump and a quiet moan escaped his lips.

Half a second later Blaine bolted upright; the moan had woken him up. He looked groggy for a moment before he looked into Kurt's eyes and then down their bodies; clearly showing what had just happened the minute before. Blaine paled and Kurt could practically read the self-hatred going on behind his eyes.

"Blaine-" He started softly but Blaine started talking over him.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry! I swear I didn't mean to! Fuck, why didn't you shove me away? Oh God, I promise I've never done this before, I don't- I would never- Please believe me Kurt, I swear I would never-"

"Blaine, shut up."

"I-" Kurt kissed him full on the mouth to shut him up.

"It's fine," he said when their lips parted.

"But I-" Blaine protested. Kurt put a hand over his mouth.

"I forgive you." He smiled and then looked down. A deep breath. Now or never. "Would you like some help with that?" So yea, his voice might've been slightly higher than normally and it was clear he was nervous, but the whine that left Blaine's mouth before he crashed their lips together again was totally worth it.

Blaine rolled over Kurt; still a few inches separating their bodies. He stopped kissing Kurt, only to trail his lips down the long neck. He paused by an ear; sucking the earlobe into his mouth before whispering, "Is this okay?"

Kurt whined and bucked his hips up so they were touching Blaine's for a second, before letting them fall down to the bed again.

"I have no idea what I'm doing, so for once just be a cocky asshole please?" He panted out before turning his head to catch Blaine's lips. Blaine chuckled into the kiss but then parted his lips to lick over Kurt's, silently asking to deepen the kiss. Kurt complied and soon Blaine was trembling trying to hold his own weight up. He scooted further down the bed and looked into Kurt's eyes with a soft smile.

"Lift," he whispered and tapped Kurt's hips. The brunette looked doubtful, but Blaine reassured him with a gentle kiss. "It's only these," he explained as he tugged at the other man's PJ pants. Kurt nodded and lifted his hips so Blaine could pull his pants off. He studied Kurt's nervous expression and decided to leave it at that. He crawled back up to place another tender kiss to Kurt's lips and then nudged his knee between his legs.

"Spread your legs a bit for me," he whispered. Kurt did what he was told and a moment later Blaine had straddled one of his thighs. "You tell me if it's too much okay?"

"Mmh," Kurt mumbled and then grabbed Blaine's bicep to pull him down again. Blaine went willingly and he groaned loudly when his clothes cock was trapped between their bodies. They were lying chest to chest; feeling each other's breathing. Neither of them moved for a few moments. They just looked into each other's eyes until Kurt wiggled a bit, making Blaine rock against him. His movement made his thigh press into Kurt's crotch and the brunette threw his head back with a moan; baring his neck to Blaine.

Blaine wasted no time and immediately started sucking light marks into the pale skin while rocking his hips in small circles; giving both of them the friction they wanted. Kurt would his hand up in Blaine's hair and started moving his thigh against Blaine's erection; just wanting to get more sounds out of him.

Kurt had never known being intimate could feel this good for both of them. Of course he'd heard about it from his friends, but he didn't have many guy friends, much less gay guy friends, and the ones he had didn't exactly know what he'd been through and they didn't talk much about sex. He kind of wished they'd done this sooner, but then again it might not have been as good at this.

On a particular hard suck on his neck, Kurt's thigh rose from the bed and for a moment he was scared he'd hurt Blaine when his moan stretched and his hips stopped moving for a few second before he started trembling slightly. Blaine lifted his face to meet Kurt's eyes and send him a small smile; it was the most relaxed Kurt had ever seen him look.

"You're beautiful," Blaine murmured into his neck and Kurt's hips stuttered before going still.

"O-oh," he panted out as his entire body relaxed and then tensed repeatedly. His orgasm raked through him again and again in little shocks. Blaine kissed him through it all.

xxx

And after that morning Kurt had been more comfortable. They'd tried a few things and Blaine had expressed his joy; so it couldn't be his pent up sexual frustration making him act weird. Kurt had no idea why he was withdrawing, but he was going to find out.

Still, as he stood outside Blaine's apartment, Kurt hesitated. Would it be considered too much to let himself in and wait for Blaine, if he wasn't home? Would it be too much to even show up? Before he could think it over any more, he knocked on the door and waited. He knocked again before he heard a crash from the inside followed by an angry voice.

"Hang the fuck on," it growled and Kurt almost didn't recognize Blaine's voice. It sounded hoarse and used. When the door opened Kurt saw a man that suited the voice. One side of Blaine's hair was plastered to one side of his head while the other side was standing in every direction. He had a split lip and a reddening bruise under one eye. He was missing a piercing in his ear and he was only wearing boxers; showing off more marks on his upper body. Kurt held back a gasp at the sight.

"Oh. It's you," Blaine mumbled and turned around, leaving the door open behind him. Kurt almost didn't follow; he was trying to recover from Blaine's alcohol drenched breath. It smelled like he'd been drinking for days without brushing his teeth.

"What do you mean it's me? Of course it's me; we need to talk," Kurt said when he finally made his way into the apartment.

"Talk then," Blaine just said from his seat on the couch. Kurt stood before him with his arms crossed. He'd planned to start out gently, but Blaine's total lack of care was pissing him off.

"Why are you such a wreck?" He asked.

"I'm not," Blaine just said and turned the TV on; completely ignoring Kurt.

"Then tell me what's wrong?" The brunette requested and took a step to the side, so he was blocked the TV. Blaine mumbled something under his breath but just tiled his head to the side; effectively watching the TV even as Kurt grew angrier.

"Nothing's wrong."

"Bullshit. You've been acting weird for weeks now. Just tell me?" Kurt tried again. He was not going to get into another argument over something as stupid as shopping, but it felt like there was more to it than that. Blaine had been weird for weeks after all, not just when Kurt asked him to go shopping.

"It's none of your business," Blaine shrugged and pointed the remote to the TV. Kurt snatched it away from him and turned it off before talking again.

"You made it my business, Blaine! Now tell me what is wrong."

"Fuck off." There was no real threat behind his voice and Kurt had known for quite a while that Blaine would never hurt him; even if his words were harsh.

"Why won't you just tell me why you're like this, instead of pushing me away, Blaine? Is it your dad again? What happened?" Things between the two Andersons were getting worse every day. The older had started talking down to Blaine in front of the entire office more often than not, and even though Blaine tried staying indifferent, it was really getting to him. And there had been quite a few arguments since the incident with Belinda.

"Okay you really wanna know why, huh? Do you?" Suddenly it was like someone had pushed a switch in Blaine. "It's a real sob story, I'll tell ya." He laughed humorlessly. "I lost someone I loved more than anything in this fucked up world, okay? That asshole just pretends she was never here. But I remember her. I remember Kurt, I do. I remember her face, her smell, her every move. I remember everything. Even if she's nothing now."

"Blaine-" Kurt tried. He'd lost a loved one and he knew it shouldn't make Blaine act like an ass again. They'd broken that barrier. Maybe Blaine had lost his mother during Christmas, but that didn't mean he could treat Kurt like he was a stranger again.

"Don't. Just... Leave me alone," Blaine said and ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. He seemed so tired.

"No." Kurt wasn't giving up. They were boyfriends; they were supposed to help each other through stuff like this.

"I said get the fuck out!" Now the anger was back and Blaine rose from the couch to walk around Kurt.

"No! I won't leave you alone like this," Kurt reasoned; his own voice gaining strength too as Blaine's rose.

"Like what? Huh? Like what? Like the fucking mess I am? Would you just get the fuck out? Go to your perfect family and celebrate your perfect Christmas." Kurt knew it was only a defense mechanism Blaine had going on; with the yelling and the insulting, but he couldn't help but grow angry.

"Blaine, you need to realize I'm not going to leave you just because you're yelling at me or because you show a little weakness. The reason I'll leave you is that I can't be in a relationship with someone who hates themselves so much when I love them. You better figure out if you really want to be with me or if you want to keep pushing people away for the rest of your life. I did it for you, now you gotta do it for me."

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I just didn't want to celebrate Christmas with your precious family?" Blaine spat and glared at Kurt.

Kurt felt it as if Blaine had just slapped him across the face. They'd been talking about this for so long; the whole meeting the parents thing had made Blaine nervous, but they'd talked about it.

xxx

"So… What you're saying is…" Blaine had stammered, face slightly red.

"I want you to meet my dad. Well, and my stepmother too," Kurt had smiled.

"You want to introduce me to your family?"

"Yes," Kurt laughed at Blaine's scared expression.

"Why?"

"Because you're my boyfriend. And I want my family to meet you," he explained.

"Oh… Yea. Okay."

"Okay?" Kurt's excitement had been evident.

"Okay." And Blaine had smiled back, even if it had seemed a bit nervous.

xxx

"But- you said you and your dad didn't celebrate it together and since you're mom's not here I thought-" Kurt tried making his voice sound normal, but he heard the ways it was breaking.

"You thought I didn't have plans? That I'd rather squeeze myself into your family? Yea well guess what, I fucking don't. I don't wanna celebrate Christmas with you!" Blaine shouted and Kurt took a step back. He might not be scared of Blaine, but his heart was starting to hurt and he just wanted to run away.

"I'm sorry you lost someone you loved, but I can't do anything about that. It wasn't something I did. Sometimes you just talk without thinking." He knew Blaine had seen the tears in his eyes, but he ignored it as he made his way to the door. "Merry Christmas, Blaine."

The door slammed behind him and Kurt didn't hear Blaine call out his name to stop him.

…Of course this chapter got longer too.

Okay, so here's what you can (possibly) expect from the next chapter (sorry about the cliffhanger-y ending btw): BLAINE'S PAST WILL BE (mostly) REVEALED.

ARE YOU AS EXCITED AS I AM?

I would love to hear what you guys think of this chapter - and also what you think will have happened in Blaine's life; why's he such an ass around Christmas?

Also: wOAH, WHAT WILL HAPPEN NOW? IT'S CHRISTMAS AND NO KLAINE? WAT?

(yes, that's me hinting y'all to tell me what you think's gonna happen k? love u! now let's see if I can find an internet connection strong enough to upload this shit - dats right guys, still camping here)