Blaine could barely keep his face neutral as he walked into the bedroom, but he didn't want to give away the surprise prematurely. Kurt had already set the tray with his breakfast aside and was laying down again. Though now on the mend, Kurt still tired easily and his appetite was sketchy.
"You didn't eat much," Blaine commented as he moved the tray onto the floor so he could sit down on the bed next to Kurt.
"Not really hungry."
"Well, hopefully that will change later today. I'm sure you can find some part of Christmas dinner that looks apetizing."
"Maybe," Kurt replied before turning onto his side away from Blaine. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what, sweetheart?" Blaine asked, placing a hand on Kurt's arm as he leaned close.
"For ruining Christmas. We should be back in Lima with my family, where you could be watching basketball with my father while mom and I cook, not cooking yourself for someone who's been miserable for the last week and a half."
"You've been sick, honey. That isn't something to apologize for."
"I ruined everyone's Christmas," Kurt said, squeezing his eyes shut to try to hold back the tears he knew were close.
"Only if you continue this pity party," another voice said.
Kurt opened his eyes to see his stepbrother strolling into the room.
"Finn!" Kurt said surprised. "Where did you come from?"
"Lima," Finn replied easily. "We figured if you couldn't come home for Christmas then we would come to you. Did you know your father is a terrible backseat driver."
"I heard that." Burt called from the living room.
Kurt started to laugh, but ended up coughing. Blaine rubbed small circles on his husband's back until the coughing fit subsided.
"You can't enjoy Christmas in here," Finn said, walking toward the bed. Reaching down, he scooped Kurt up into his arms and headed in the direction of the livingroom.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's pillow from the bed and followed.
"Merry Christmas," Burt and Carole called as Finn and Kurt entered the room. Kurt echoed back their greeting as Finn placed him on the couch, Blaine having already placed the pillow on top of the throw pillows Carole had arranged. As Finn took a step back, Carole stepped forward, covering her stepson with a fleece blanket. It may not have been the Christmas they had planned but at least they were together.