AN: So for my readers who celebrate - Merry Christmas. Two Christmas drabbles are my present to you. If you don't celebrate Christmas I hope you enjoy the drabbles anyway!

Kurt sat in the armchair, his most precious ornament cradled softly in his hands, as his Dad, Finn and Carole went about decorating the tree the two adults had brought home. This was their first Christmas as a family and deciding which decorations from the two collections went up was a time consuming process and one that Kurt wasn't sure he wanted to participate in. Since his mom had died, not many new decorations had been added to their collections, only the yearly ornament that his dad bought for him. Kurt didn't want that to change but as he watched the Hudson's bead strings go up on the tree with their old fashioned bubbles lights he knew there was no way to stop it.

Kurt looked down at the ornament in his hands. It had been on their Christmas tree ever since he had made it the year after his mother's death. The old perfume bottle had always given him a feeling that his mother was still a part of the festivities. Now, watching the other ornaments go onto the tree, the homemade ornament seemed kind of silly.

"Kurt, aren't you going to help?"

Kurt looked up at his stepmother's question. "Don't really feel like it," he replied, not wanting to go into his true feelings and risk hurting her feelings.

Though he didn't miss the look on Carole's face, a mixture of curiosity and concern, she didn't press him for an explanation as she went back to decorating the tree.

Kurt looked back down at the ornament in his hand. It wasn't long before he sensed a presence looming over him. Glancing up he found Finn standing in front of him.

"Want me to hang that for you?" his stepbrother asked.

"I'm not sure it's right for the tree this year," Kurt replied, subconsciously moving the ornament closer to him.

"Of course it is. It's obviously special to you so it's perfect for our family's first Christmas together," Finn said, holding his hand out.

Reluctantly Kurt put the perfume bottle in Finn's outstretched hand as Finn held out a small box toward him.

"Your Dad and I were out shopping last week and he mentioned the tradition of buying you an ornament every year and I asked him if I could pick one out for you this year," Finn told him as Kurt tentatively took the box from him.

As Finn went to hang the perfume bottle ornament, Kurt opened the box. Inside was a gold-colored treble clef. Etched in the metal was the word brothers and the year.

"Thanks, Finn," Kurt said, looking up at his stepbrother standing in front of the tree. Their parents were watching from off to the side as the sorted through a box of decorations.

"You're welcome. Are you going to come hang it or what?" Finn asked, waving a hand toward the tree.

Smiling, Kurt got up from the chair and walked toward the chair. Perhaps change could be a good thing.