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As it turned out – Kurt had lied to him.

He hadn't gone last minute Christmas shopping; at least not really. He'd gone to the garage to get Blaine's present too. And Blaine was furious. Not at Kurt, of course not, the new leather jacket was the best one he'd ever owned, but at himself.

A Christmas present. How could he have forgotten? He hadn't celebrated Christmas – at least with anyone important or conscious – for years. Kurt said it was no big deal, he knew stuff like this wasn't his thing, but quite the opposite. Buying stuff was Blaine's thing. It was something he was good at; something he had the money to do.

"I'm taking you out when we get home," Blaine declared when they sat in Kurt's room later that day, after handing out Christmas presents. "Every night until you get tired of fancy food. And after that we'll start going to less fancy places and-"

"Blaine," Kurt interrupted with a laugh. "You really don't have to do that! Yea, an evening out would be lovely but you're really taking it too far." Blaine's pleading eyes convinced him otherwise. "Fine," he sighed. "You can buy me that scarf I've wanted and take me out to two dinners. But only on one condition!"

"And what's that?"

"One of them gotta be with Tina and Mike. It's practically their fault we're even together."

"So… Like… A double date?" Blaine asked with a small frown. He'd never done that before.

"Kind of. We could make it more people though," Kurt suggested, sensing Blaine's discomfort. He instantly noticed how the other seemed to brighten at his suggestion.

"You bring your friends, I bring mine?" He smirked.

"As long as you keep your hands to yourself," Kurt said jokingly.

"I won't make any promises, baby," Blaine smirked.

"At least keep them to you and me then?"

"That," Blaine purred and moved closer to Kurt on the bed. "I can promise."

xxx

They didn't stay long at the Hudson-Hummel home. Mostly because they had to get home and talk things through, but also because being with one's family could get kind of awkward when you were dating a horny teenager. Or at least someone who acted the part.

"I missed you," Blaine whined as Kurt pulled away from his groping hands.

"I know," Kurt laughed. "And I missed you too. But my parents are right next to us." The last words were hissed out and pointed looks were given, but Blaine didn't give up all that easily. That was mainly the reason why the two booked an earlier flight home than planned.

"I'll miss you, dad," Kurt said in his father's embrace later at the airport while Blaine stood back as to not be in the way. He didn't have to worry thought because he was soon pulled into a hug of his own by Carole.

"Uh–"

"Take good care of our boy, Blaine," she said quietly and squeezed him a bit tighter. Blaine swallowed thickly and nodded against her shoulder nonetheless. Both boys waved as they walked to the plane and Blaine had a weird feeling deep in his stomach that it probably wouldn't be the last time they were going to Ohio together. He didn't know if he liked it or not. So he distracted himself with smacking Kurt's ass and wounding his arm around his waist; starting to whisper filthy things in his ear.

xxx

When they reached New York, they agreed on going to Kurt's place. Kurt hung up his jacket and put his bags in the bedroom before making his way into the living room where Blaine was already lying face down on the couch.

"I hate flying," he mumbled and Kurt chuckled before nudging him into a sitting position. "Move over, lazy, and let's watch a movie."

"Can I ask you something?" Kurt asked an hour later as he lay with his head on Blaine's shoulder. He'd been thinking his question through several times ever since Blaine confessed that his sister was in the hospital.

"Sure," Blaine shrugged and looked down at his boyfriend.

"Why the badboy act?" Blaine snorted at the question before answering in a teasing voice, "Oh honey, this is not a badboy act."

"What do you mean?" Kurt straightened up in the couch so he could look at Blaine properly. Judging by the way he spoke of his sister, Blaine must've had a soft side, and with a father like Blaine's Kurt didn't judge him for hiding behind a cold mask.

"You should've met me a few years back and you would've known."

"You probably wouldn't have spoken to me though," Kurt laughed.

"Oh no, you're right. I wouldn't have talked to you. I would've chased your ass around town and fucked you on our second date, and after that you'd never hear from me again."

Kurt's face darkened. "Blaine…"

"No, no, I didn't mean it like that." Blaine straightened too and took both of Kurt's hands, as if connecting them would make Kurt understand what he meant. "You- I- you mean the world to me, Kurt. I was just a… a different person back then. A kid. With a bad attitude."

"And you're not now?" Kurt joked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not. You wouldn't have had a choice but to let me seduce you back then," Blaine smirked. "I was very," he leaned closer and continued in a low voice. "Persistent."

"Really now?"

"Really."

"I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure you would've gotten the message if I'd said no, even back then," Kurt chuckled.

"Oh?" A mischievous grin spread on Blaine's face and Kurt could clearly see an idea forming behind his beautiful eyes. He gulped silently.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'd just like to take you up on that challenge. That boy is still somewhere inside me. I'm sure he'd like to meet you," Blaine said as his grin grew.

"You are aware that you're talking like a person with schizophrenia right now, right?"

"C'mon babe. Take the challenge. If I can't make you fall for me all over again – because we both know you've got a thing for badboys – with my old self, I'll… buy you those Christian whatshisname shoes."

"First of all it's Christian Louboutin and it's not shoes, it's boots! Second of all, you know I don't like you buying me things," Kurt frowned.

"Ah, but this time I wouldn't be just buying you boots; it would be you winning, and we both know how much you like to win over me." Blaine got him there. Kurt liked winning; in every sense. He liked being the best and even if this challenge was ridiculous he felt his competitive gene tugging at him.

"Fine," he sighed as if surrendering. He was awarded with an armful of Blaine.

"Yay!" The dark haired man squealed and Kurt would forever keep that sound in his heart. He'd never seen Blaine look so… child-like. Not even when he was pouting or throwing a fit (because oh, did he do that often). It took him a second to put his arms around Blaine, but by that time the child in him had disappeared again and Blaine seemed to notice just how excited he'd sounded, because a second later Kurt had his head tilted to the side and Blaine's tongue ravishing his mouth.

"When am I supposed to meet this other you then?" Kurt asked a little breathlessly when Blaine finally released his lips.

"Oh that'll be a surprise," the curly haired man murmured before started trailing kisses down Kurt's neck. He seemed to pause in his actions and then looked up at Kurt with a serious look in his eyes. "There's something we need to do first."

Kurt looked confused for a moment before he remembered Blaine's whispered words a few days prior.

When we get back home I have someone I'd like you to meet.

He nodded his understanding and kissed Blaine gently on the lips. "We do," he agreed.

xxx

The ride to the hospital the next day was not as awkward as Kurt had anticipated. He'd imagined Blaine to be moody and snappy, like he normally was when it concerned anything private. But instead Blaine was humming and mumbling softly along to the radio and Kurt hadn't seen him look so happy in a long time. They really should sit down and talk about all the fighting they'd been doing the last couple of weeks, Kurt thought to himself with a small smile. Because he was pretty sure they weren't going to break up any time soon.

It was only when they parked at the hospital that Blaine's happiness seemed to fade a bit. He looked at the building with big eyes and Kurt even though he saw him bite his lip nervously. So he took his hand and sent him an encouraging smile. Blaine squeezed his hand and together they walked into the hospital.

Really it should've been Kurt who was nervous, seeing as he was the one meeting the only alive family member Blaine liked. As it was though, it was Blaine who was wobbling a bit in his steps when they walked into the building. Blaine nodded at a few nurses but didn't talk to anyone; didn't even sign in and Kurt was a bit confused, but he let it go at the smiles all the people sent their way.

"Hi sweetie," a nurse said and squeezed Blaine's arm quickly as she walked by them. Kurt looked after her when she walked away, but Blaine just tugged on his hand to make him follow.

"This is her room," Blaine said quietly when they stopped outside a white door.

"We don't-" But before Kurt even finished his sentence, Blaine had pushed the door open for him. "Blaine?"

"It's fine," the curly haired man said with a small smile. "She won't notice us here anyway." Blaine's defeated voice broke Kurt's heart and even as he felt himself get pulled into the room, he only had eyes for his boyfriend. Until they stood beside a clean and white bed, where a young girl lay. Kurt would've gasped if he hadn't put a hand up in front of his mouth.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

She was the splitting image of a younger Blaine, had he been blonde and with long hair. Kurt felt tears start to gather in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He shouldn't cry here in front of Blaine when it was such a delicate moment already.

"Pretty little thing, right?" Blaine said quietly and pushed a strand of hair away from her relaxed face.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered.

"She's getting pretty big." His voice broke. "When she first got in here, she had this tiny bed-"

"Blaine," Kurt repeated and turned to find his boyfriend staring down at his sister with tears running down his cheeks.

"She was just a child. And I couldn't even get my head out of my ass long enough to be there for her."

Pet names had always mostly been Blaine's thing, but Kurt couldn't stop the gently "Honey," from leaving his lips as he pulled Blaine into his arms.

"How come I only ever cry in front of you these days?" Blaine choked out on a laugh.

"Because you're getting in touch with your emotional side," Kurt joked and they both snorted.

"And you only ever date sensitive guys, right?"

"Right," he murmured and squeezed Blaine a little bit tighter. He felt like he should say something encouraging but he clearly remembered how he'd felt when he'd sat by his father's side all those years ago. It hadn't helped at all when people said it'd be okay, because if his dad hadn't woken up, it wouldn't have been. So instead he just placed a gentle kiss on top of Blaine's head and held him as they watched Samantha breathe in and out slowly, not once making movement of her own.

xxx

They stood in silence for quite some time; just looking at Samantha. When Blaine's tears had all dried and his breathing returned to normal again, he felt a bit awkward. It was true that he'd been crying in front of Kurt a lot; he felt weak.

"She's have loved to meet you, you know," he said to avoid his own thoughts. "She'd have loved to watch us play; she always had this weird thing for leather jackets," he chuckled lightly. "She was totally in love with Grease from the first time she laid eyes on the guys in it."

"So you're saying you're just as hot as Danny Zuko? Because then I'd like to retreat from this game – that boy was hot," Kurt nudged him playfully with his elbow.

"I'm hotter," Blaine grinned and Kurt fanned himself mockingly.

"Oh dear, what am I gonna do?"

"You're gonna fall to your knees and beg me to–" Kurt slapped a hand in front of his mouth.

"Okay, no. Not in front of your sister."

"Right," Blaine agreed awkwardly. He'd never spoken like that in front of Sam before; he'd never forgotten she was there like that, before he met Kurt. "Let's get out of here." Blaine moved over to the bed to place a light kiss on Samantha's head before turning and taking Kurt's hand and leaving the hospital. A few nurses waved at them on their way out and Kurt couldn't help but think of them as more of Blaine's family than his father. He smiled slightly. At least Blaine wasn't completely alone.

"When do you want to start the bet?" Kurt asked when they stepped out onto the street.

"Who says it hasn't already started?"

"Because you're keeping a respectable distance between us, and you didn't curse when you answered."

"Right," Blaine laughed. He'd almost forgotten how observant Kurt was. Well, he was gonna give him something to observe when he'd finally show him what he was like a few years prior. Thinking of his past made him frown slightly. He'd meant to talk about Kurt's before they started… "Okay, I just gotta tell you something before we play."

"It sounds so weird and childish when you say it like that," Kurt smiled. "But fine, what is it?"

"It's about… what happened to you. Before."

"Blaine –"

"I know, I know, you really don't want to talk about it, and don't for a second think I enjoy it, but… When I was younger, I… well, I wouldn't have stopped –" Kurt paled. "No, no, not like that, I swear. I meant I wouldn't have stopped to ask."

"Then don't," Kurt answered after a few seconds silence.

"Don't?"

"I trust you, weirdly enough. And we're just playing. Well, I'm winning a pair of fabulous boots, and you're losing, but all in all it's just playing. So pretend like you don't know, pretend it didn't happen. It's fine."

"I think I know where your limits are, but you'll stop me if I become too much of an asshole, right?"

"Of course, silly. Don't be so tense, it's just a game," Kurt smiled. He was happy that Blaine thought of him so much, but he really looked forward to playing now. He hadn't done a very good job of challenging Blaine before, so he'd make it good the other time around, he'd decided. Blaine smiled back and pulled him into a gentle kiss. When they parted he had a wicked grin on his face.

"You ready to play, Hummel?"

"Bring it on, Anderson."

On another note guys, this chapter is slightly short because I have a bazillion ideas and next chapter is gonna be a bit of a ride for our boys, so I decided to give y'all this and hopefully update again very soon. I hope that's okay.

Love you, thanks for reading!