Hi guys *waves*

This chapter is mostly to soothe all your bad feels ok? So here, have some fluff and lovely times. It's better than everything breaking again, right?

Blaine woke up feeling too hot but too tired to move an inch from his position. He felt a weight on top of him and if he didn't know any better he would've thought it was another person lying on his chest. His eyes shot open at the thought and he looked down at Kurt's sleeping face.

Oh right, he thought. That happened.

Blaine had never seen Kurt look so relaxed and if it didn't go against every defense mechanism in his body, he might've admitted to himself that he'd like to have kept looking at Kurt like that. All sleep rumbled and calm. As it was though, he took a long lingering look and started sliding out from under the body covering his own.

"Kurt," he whispered, afraid to wake up the whole house. He had no idea what time it was, but it was still dark outside. A whine escaped Kurt's throat and Blaine froze as the brunette's arms tightened around his middle. "Kurt." No response. "Kurt," he tried again a little louder. A low mumble and a nose nuzzling into his shoulder.

"I gotta go to the bathroom, let me go for a sec," Blaine explained and it seemed like Kurt accepted this, as he slowly released his grip around Blaine, before burying his face in the pillows. Blaine sneaked one last look at the bed before pulling the door almost closed behind him. He'd like to think he was smart enough to know which room was Kurt's, but he wasn't taking any chances, so he let it be open just an inch.

He looked from left to right but the darkness made it hard to anything and he had no idea where the bathroom was any way. Get Kurt to show you around tomorrow, he said to himself. He took a few steps down the hall and heard soft snoring noises from inside the nearest room. Not bathroom then.

When he came to a door with no sounds inside he sighed with relief and pulled it open.

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Kurt woke with a slight frown forming on his face. Something was missing but he didn't know what it was. He felt around the bed with his eyes still closed and found his pillow on the other side of the bed. He smiled slightly and pulled it up to his face to snuggle into it. The sudden smell of Blaine had him bolting upright. Blaine.

Kurt looked around the room but there was no sign of the other man. The door to his room was open slightly and Kurt knew for sure he'd closed it the night before. Right? He was beginning to panic. Blaine had left. He'd woken up and left and Kurt hadn't even been able to stop him. He hurried out of the bed and over to his dresser to pull out a pair of pajama pants.

Just as he put his left leg into the soft pants, the door creaked and Blaine tiptoed in. He stopped when he saw Kurt's frantic eyes though.

"Where are you going?" Blaine asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I thought…" Kurt mumbled and sat down on the bed. "I thought you left." Blaine felt an uncomfortable tug at his heart, but he ignored it in favor of stepping closer to the bed.

"Without my clothes?" He pointed to the disregarded items on the floor. Even in the dark Kurt's blush was noticeable.

"I may not have thought it all through," he murmured and Blaine chuckled before making his way the last few feet to the bed.

"Move over," he said and nudged Kurt with his elbow until they were both lying on their backs next to each other. "Why did you think I was gonna leave?" Blaine asked after a moment of silence. He secretly knew the answer to the question, but he figured he better let Kurt get it out. Blaine knew he didn't have the best record of staying, but he'd changed. Mostly. He was ready and willing to change, at least.

"I thought you might've changed your mind."

"About what?"

"About staying. It is Christmas after all." Blaine thought about it for a moment before answering in a quiet voice.

"I wanted- I want to stay. Sam would've wanted me to stay." Kurt didn't say anything; he just took Blaine's hand to give it a comforting squeeze.

"Would you tell me about her?" Kurt requested. Blaine was slightly surprised. Normally when people found out, they wanted to talk as little about it as possible. It made them uncomfortable. He should've known Kurt wasn't like that. Kurt wasn't 'people'.

"She's turning 16 next month," he began softly. "She's been close to waking up several times, but the doctors say she's missing that last push. They're surprised she isn't gone yet, but none of us can bear the thought of turning her off." At least that's what he'd like to think. Blaine took a deep breath to calm himself as the thoughts of his father reached him. His hands fisted into the sheets and he closed his eyes for a second before speaking again. "Her favorite flower was- is daisies. She… she's blonde, but we've got pretty much the same eye color. She's a bit shorter than me, but it wouldn't surprise me if she gets taller than me soon; it'd be just like her." He gave a humorless chuckle.

"Her name is Samantha?" Kurt asked and moved a bit closer to Blaine's body.

"Samantha Evelyn Anderson, yea."

They kept going for the next half hour before their eyes kept slipping closed. Kurt asked questions whenever Blaine stopped talking and soon they were both mumbling and they slipped into unconsciousness again.

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Both boys woke to the sound of knocking. Kurt slowly blinked his eyes open, only to be met by Blaine's chest. How'd he managed to crawl on top of the other without noticing? He sincerely hoped it wasn't a new habit, because it could very well end up embarrassing; for both of them.

Kurt could, for example, accidently move so close that he could feel Blaine's erection through his underwear.

Just like now…

Under any other circumstances he might've felt up to something, but with the knocking and calling of his name his dad was doing, he felt nothing short of horrified. Especially when he tried to move away and Blaine's arms sneaked around his waist to hold him back.

"Kurt? Are you awake?" Burt called out and Kurt had to stop the squeak threatening to spill out when Blaine nuzzled closer; bringing his leg up over Kurt's.

"Y-yea," he said and cleared his voice to make it sound less like Blaine was rubbing against his hip. "We'll be down in a minute."

Blaine finally stirred a bit more into consciousness, but he didn't seem to mind being close to Kurt in the morning; even with his cock hard and trapped inside his – or rather, Kurt's – boxers. He mumbled something incoherent into Kurt's neck and pulled him impossibly closer.

"Blaine," Kurt said with a voice that was supposed to be stern, but just turned into a whine. "Blaine, we gotta get up now. It's Christmas morning!"

"Don't care," Blaine murmured and was about to bury his face in Kurt's hair when he felt a slap to his arm. "Ow," he whined and raised his head to look at Kurt. Who was glaring at him. Blaine gulped and let go of Kurt to move further away from him.

"Now get up and dress; we need to be downstairs like five minutes ago," Kurt commanded and then picked out a pair of pajama pants before making his way through the door to get to the bathroom. Before disappearing he sent Blaine a hard stare. "Be nice; they're my family." Then he walked away; swinging the door half-way closed.

Blaine sighed and flopped down on his back again. He stared at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up and running a hand through his hair. Might as well get it over with.

Blaine might've never been in a relationship long enough to get to the 'meet the parents' stage, but he was pretty sure how this would go. They would hate him and tell Kurt to dump his ass, and he'd do his best to defend himself but in the end he'd more or less end up losing. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed as the door opened again and Blaine turned around to – hopefully – get a look at Kurt with wet hair and a towel around his waist.

Instead a woman stood in the doorway and smiled at him. Blaine cringed a little at her caring and soft expression. He wasn't used to that from anyone but Kurt.

"You must be Blaine," the woman said. Blaine searched his brain while trying to come up with her name; he was pretty sure Kurt had told him at some point.

"I'm Carole," she continued and Blaine thanked her mentally for making it less awkward. He heard Kurt's words of 'be nice' inside his head and plastered the smile he normally reserved for hot men at clubs onto his face.

"Hi Carole," he said sweetly and rose from the bed. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Kurt has told me so much about you." He extended his hand to shake hers and she actually looked surprised. Kurt must've told her about me, he thought and for a second he wished Kurt hadn't so he could make his own first impression.

"Likewise," Carole smiled and was about to say something else when Blaine's stomach growled. Loudly. "Oh dear, we better get some food in you." She walked over to the door and gestured for Blaine to follow her down to the kitchen.

Blaine was about to protest; he really would rather wait for Kurt, but then he remembered that he had to be nice. Nice boyfriends didn't reject their significant others' moms, did they? Even if she was only a step mother. So he followed her obediently down the stairs and into the kitchen where a tall boy – man? – was already sitting and eating pancakes.

"Sup," he said and Blaine vaguely remembered Kurt saying something about a brother.

"Hey," he greeted back and sat next to – Binn? Flinn? And then a big plate of pancakes was placed in front of him too. His stomach growled again but he was too hungry to fake embarrassment.

"Do you take syrup or sugar, sweetie?" Carole asked him and his mouth started watering. Blaine made most of his meals himself and it had been years since he'd had a real breakfast.

"He takes both if he can," Kurt's voice said from behind them and Blaine turned around to look at him curiously. "He can't get enough sugar in his life."

Blaine's face broke into a grin and he actually felt a happy little tug in his chest. Kurt knew how he ate his pancakes even if they'd never actually eaten them together. He quickly wiped the grin away though, when he noticed it was there. He was acting like a teenager in love.

xxx

After breakfast – Finn and Blaine eating twice as much as everyone else – Carole and Finn did the dishes before Carole walked to the hall way. She called after Kurt before shutting the door behind her.

"I gotta go now, so-" Kurt announced and made his way to the front door. Blaine looked up from where he was slumping on the couch. He always got drowsy after food.

"Wh- where are you going?" Blaine asked and no he did not sound frightened. He just didn't like the thought of being alone with Kurt's family.

"I promised to go last minute shopping with Carole and you didn't exactly give me a chance to cancel."

"I'm giving you one now," Blaine tried, but to no avail.

"I'll be back soon, I promise," Kurt said with a smile and pecked Blaine gently on the lips. "Now, be good and polite!" The stern look in Kurt's eyes told Blaine that he apparently hadn't tried hard enough earlier.

"Aren't I always?" He asked and fluttered his eyelashes innocently. Kurt just glared at him.

"You're lucky you're so cute," he mumbled before walking to the front door.

"You think I'm cute?!" Blaine mock-gasped as he followed him with a bounce in his step.

"I think you're annoying," Kurt retorted but couldn't keep the smile off his face. It felt so… normal to bicker with Blaine like this.

"You love me," Blaine wiggled his eyebrows. He'd expected maybe a bitchy remark or something like that. He hadn't expected Kurt to smile softly and lean close with eyes shut to kiss him. With Kurt's eyes closed it was up to Blaine to make sure their lips found each other. He leaned up slightly to catch Kurt's lips with his own and only then closed his own eyes.

A cough behind them made both boys take a step back. "Um," Kurt began when he saw his father stand with his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm gonna go," he muttered and sent Blaine a smile before walking out the door, yelling a "Bye dad!" over his shoulder.

An awkward silence settled over the house as the door slammed shut behind Kurt.

"Sir," Blaine started – he thought Kurt's real plan with this was for the two of them to talk and he wasn't going to disappoint his boyfriend (again) – but a buzzing in his pocket stopped him. He let out a sigh and fished his phone out, only to groan. His dad. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"Excuse me," he said to Burt before making his way down the hall; trying to find a place where he could be alone. He ended up in the bathroom and only then pushed the accept call button.

"Blaine," his dad greeted coldly. "Where is the article I told you to finish by today?"

"Probably still on my laptop, I'd say," Blaine answered.

"And why is that?" The older Anderson sighed.

"I had things to do."

"Nothing more important than your work, I'm sure."

"Hey, it's your fucking work. Do it yourself." Blaine leaned against the bathroom wall and closed his eyes. He was already tired of talking to his dad.

"Don't talk to me like that, young man, you know-"

"I know you're too fucking lazy to get off your ass and do your own work." Blaine interrupted.

"Blaine-"

"Now excuse me, I have a boyfriend to go and fuck."

"Blaine Anderson, you hold your faggot ways out of this. I will not tolerate being talked to like this. You get your ass back to work this instant or so help me god, I will not take responsibility for the consequences."

"Fuck you too, dad," Blaine mumbled as he glared at the phone in his hand and pushed the bathroom door open with the other.

"Do you always speak like that to your old man?" Came a gruff voice from behind him and Blaine startled and snapped his head up. Burt Hummel was looking at him with slightly narrowed eyes and Blaine felt the need to take a step back. But then his pride kicked in.

"I can't see why that should be any of your business. Sir," he added bitterly. This man didn't even know a thing about him – or his dad for that matter – and he'd already judged him.

"It's my business kid, because you're apparently dating my boy-" Oh God no, he's one of those overprotective he'll-be-my-baby-forever kind of parents, Blaine thought with a sigh. "And if you speak to your old man like that, I'm not sure you're speaking properly to Kurt."

"I'd never talk to Kurt like that." Only a slight lie. He was getting a lot better at not cursing around Kurt; mostly due to the fact that he would get hit on the back of his head whenever he did. And he'd (mostly) stopped with the names.

"See, I'm not so sure about that after what I just heard," Burt said. He made sure to make his voice as neutral as he could; not sounding judging or angry. He'd seen the kid yesterday and he really did seem to care about Kurt. And Kurt would never forgive him for judging Blaine without getting to know him first. But he was a father before all.

Burt could see the fight in the boy in front of him. He looked like he wanted to lash out at Burt but kept from doing so by curling his hands into fists and closing his eyes tightly for a short moment.

"With all due respect sir," Blaine started. Be brave Anderson. "How I talk to your son is between him and me." Courage. "I love him," he said as he looked right into Burt's eyes. "He brings out the best in me. I can't say the same thing about my father." He tried concealing the bitterness and anger in his voice, but he wasn't so sure he'd succeeded.

"I am sorry you had to hear that, but I do not back down when I'm being kicked." Something in Blaine's voice made Burt think he meant more than just metaphorically. "And I only speak to my father the way he speaks to me."

"You mean to tell me he talks like that to you?" Burt asked, his surprise evident in his raised eyebrows.

"Yes." Blaine was prepared for the 'why'. Parents always stuck together. There was no way Kurt's father would ever believe his word. So when Burt just made a humming sound, Blaine looked up.

"Is it cuz you're gay, son?" His voice betrayed nothing, but his eyes did. Kurt and Burt may not have had the same eye color, but they had the same light and spirit in them. And in that moment Burt Hummel's eyes were warm and soft. That may be the only reason why Blaine actually answered.

"Yea," he breathed out; unable to pull his eyes away from their contact with Burt's. And then the most amazing thing Blaine had ever felt happened. Burt took a step forward and clapped a hand down on Blaine's shoulder. Then he sent him a small smile.

"He ain't worth your trouble then," he said and Blaine's knees almost gave out. Everybody told him to either beat his dad to teach him a lesson (Puck), to fight harder against his abnormality (his dad) or to try harder at making peace with his father (his shrinks).

"You hungry?" Burt's voice shook Blaine out of his thoughts. The hand was gone, but he could still feel the warmth on his shoulder. He looked to the front door with a frown.

"It might be a while before he's back," Burt chuckled as if he'd just told a joke. At Blaine's confused look he explained, "You ever been shopping with him, kid?"

And then Blaine was reminded of Kurt taking him shopping and he let out a quiet "Oh," that made Burt laugh.

xxx

"See? No trace of blood or an escape," Carole said with a smile. "I told you they'd be fine alone." A shout made her and Kurt freeze in the doorway.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"Aw, fuck you!" It was Blaine's loud voice that made Kurt move. He ran into the living room with Carole hot on his heels.

"Blaine!" He called, his voice laced with panic, when he reached the room. His shoulders immediately slumped in relief when he saw both Blaine and his dad standing in front of the TV. Their yells were directed at the screen where two teams were playing some kind of brutal sport. Kurt couldn't care less what it was because his dad and boyfriend were not in the middle of killing each other.

Not that he'd thought they were…. Much.

"Hey baby," Blaine flashed Kurt a quick smirk before turning back to the screen; reaching a hand behind himself and making a grabby motion. Kurt chuckled and slipped his fingers between Blaine's. Beside them Carole placed a kiss on Burt's cheek and then proceeded to unpack the groceries in the kitchen. Kurt turned to follow her but Blaine had a tight grip on his hand.

"I'll go help Carole out. You'll be fine here?" Before Blaine turned to answer, something outrageous happened on the TV and both he and Burt were yelling insults at the players.

"I take that as a yes," Kurt laughed and pried his hand out of Blaine's. He turned but was stopped by Blaine's voice.

"Hey," he said and when Kurt faced him again, his lower lip was jutted out in a pout. "I don't get a kiss?" He asked in a pathetic voice that made Kurt snort. When he wanted to, Blaine could be quite cute. Kurt leaned closer and placed a light peck to Blaine's lips and then strutted into the kitchen; well aware of Blaine's eyes on his ass.

Okay, so there's something I've got to ask you guys. As you might've figured out, I write this story as I go, which means most of the things that happen are made up on the spot. So I can always add something to the story, okay?

So here's my question:

Do you guys want Matthew to make an appearance?

Some of you have told me you'd like to see him or it could be fun to have Blaine 'talk' to him *insert evil laughter here*, but now I'mma ask for realz.