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The snow was falling, the fire was roaring, the candles flickering as Blaine and Kurt sat in Kurt's living room in Lima. The two of them sat sipping hot chocolate together in front of the fire. Kurt was leaning back on the arm of the couch with his legs across Blaine's lap. A red and green plaid fleece blanket rest on top of them. Blaine's hand rest on top of Kurt's leg over the blanket rubbing his thigh slowly. They were so comfortable with each other just sitting there enjoying hot chocolate and each other's presence.
"I'm really glad you decided to come back with me, Blaine." Kurt said.
"Me too." Blaine smiled.
"I know we haven't been together that long, but Christmas wouldn't have been the same without you, Blaine." Kurt said placing his hand on Blaine's shoulder.
"No, it wouldn't have." Blaine said leaning down and kissing Kurt. "It would have been so hard to stay in New York without you pulling me out of my slump every day." He laughed.
"Exactly, you will be happier here with me." Kurt told him with a smirk on his face. Kurt set down his hot chocolate mug and grabbed Blaine's hand.
Blaine set his mug next to Kurt's and began to shift on the couch. He pulled away from Kurt and started to lie down. Kurt looked confused; wondering why Blaine was pulling away from him. Blaine reached for Kurt's hand, "come here." He said to Kurt pulling him closer.
Kurt got up from his seated position and laid down on Blaine's chest just as they had done the night they fell asleep watching movies in Bushwick. But this time it was better; this time they were lying there not by accident, but because it felt incredible to be so close together. Kurt eventually fell asleep on Blaine's chest with Blaine's arms wrapped tightly around his body. He had never felt safer that he did in that moment.
Blaine laid there holding onto Kurt and watching the fire until it slowly began to fade. As the fire burned out Blaine fell asleep with Kurt on the couch. They slept that way all night.
The next morning they were woken up by the front door closing. They slowly rose from the position they were in and got up to see what was going on. It was Burt and Carole getting home from Washington. "Dad?" Kurt said sleepily.
"Did you sleep in your clothes, Kurt?" Burt asked hugging his son.
"Uh, yeah. We fell asleep on the couch." Kurt answered.
"We?" Carole asked from across the room.
"Blaine." Kurt said while Carole smiled a cheeky smile at him. "Nothing went on. We just fell asleep." Kurt explained to his step-mother. She smiled at him again.
Blaine came stumbling into the family room where Kurt, Carole, and Burt were all talking. "Good morning."
"Good morning." Carole said with the same cheeky smile she had just given Kurt.
Blaine walked over and gave Kurt a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm gonna go shower." Blaine said and headed for the staircase.
Kurt tried to follow but Burt grabbed hold of his collar. "Nope."
"Dad, I'm 22."
"Yes, but you're still my son and in my house." Burt said before he walked away.
"Oh, just let him. He misses having his little boy around."
"I know, Carole, but honestly does he think that Blaine and I haven't…you know?" Kurt cautiously asked.
Carole laughed at him. "Oh, Kurt. Of course not. You're 22, Blaine's 21. You two are living in New York alone as adults. We know what goes on."
Kurt laughed. "Actually Blaine moved in with us." Kurt smiled.
"Really? What brought that on?" Carole asked,
Kurt and Carole walked towards the couch and sat down. "He got into NYADA and needed a place to live. So I said 'pack up you're moving in with me.'"
"Is everything good? Between the four of you?" Carole asked.
"Yeah, Rachel and Santana don't have a problem with Blaine. Or him living with us." Kurt explained.
Blaine came down the stairs showered and dressed for the day. "You can get in now." He told Kurt.
Kurt gave Carole a smile and headed upstairs to take his shower. Carole sat on the couch and smiled at Blaine. "What?"
"You two seem very happy." She said to him.
"Yeah, for the first time in my life I feel completely…" Blaine trailed off. "I just feel safe with him. He doesn't judge; he encourages. He's the most incredible man I've ever met."
"You love him." Carole said as Blaine sat down next to her. Blaine began to blush. "It's as clear as the nose on your face Blaine." She told him. "Blaine, listen, it's very obvious that you two have something special. Something you don't see every day. Like we tell Kurt, you need to say how you feel when you feel it because it may be your last chance."
Blaine sat for a moment and thought about what Carole had just told him. Did he love Kurt? He had never been in love before; is this what it felt like? Should he tell Kurt? What if Kurt doesn't feel the same way? Or should he keep everything to himself? "Thank you, Carole. It means a lot that you give me these little talks considering my mom won't answer my calls anymore." Blaine told her and hugged her.
"Why not?"
"My guess? My dad." Blaine rolled his eyes. "Because my dad hates who I am; my entire family has to too apparently. My brother still calls once a week, but he did that before Thanksgiving."
Carole could see the hurt in Blaine's eyes. "You will always be welcome here even if something happens between you and Kurt. You hear me?" She said to him looking him straight in the eyes.
"Yes, I hear you. Thank you." Blaine responded.
Just then Kurt came down the stairs. "Blaine, we should go ice skating. It will be more fun here without all the New York crowds." He said walking into the family room. "Oh, am I interrupting?" He asked.
"No, we were just talking. Ice skating sounds great, Kurt. Let me go get my warm clothes." Blaine said standing up and heading upstairs to get thicker clothes on.
Just a few minutes later Blaine came down from upstairs in thicker clothing and he and Kurt left to go ice skating.
They got to the lake and no one was there. It didn't look like there had been anyone there all winter. They quickly shoveled off the snow and strapped on their skates.
Blaine was skating around the lake like he had never been off the ice. Kurt, on the other hand, was being very careful trying very hard not to fall. Blaine skated up behind Kurt startling him. Kurt almost fell, but Blaine caught him before he hit the ice. "Blaine!"
"I'm sorry I didn't mean for you to fall." Blaine said with a chuckle as he skated backwards. He took three strides backwards before falling to the ice.
Kurt couldn't help but laugh at Blaine falling. He skated over to Blaine. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, since you find this so funny you're going to join me." Blaine said taking Kurt's hand pulling him to the ice.
Kurt fell onto Blaine; they lay on the ice Kurt on Blaine's chest. Both laughing at what had just happened. Blaine looked deep into Kurt's eyes for just one second remembering what Carole had told him, 'you need to say how you feel when you feel it because it may be your last chance.' Blaine thought about this for a moment before he said; "I love you."
Kurt stopped laughing. "I love you too." He said before Blaine leaned up to kiss him. Kurt fell into the kiss like he never had before. This kiss felt different to him. It felt like the start of an entire new bond between him and Blaine.
They both laid on the ice for a while not paying attention to how cold it was. Kurt was entangled with Blaine. Kurt rest his head on Blaine's chest with his arm lying across his chest. Kurt's leg lay in between Blaine's. Blaine's arm held onto Kurt' back tightly; keeping him as close as he possibly could. The other on Kurt's arm that was lying across his chest. In this moment; they were completely content. They didn't want to move. It was the happiest either of them had ever been.
It took about 15 minutes for the coldness of the ice to sink into Blaine's back. "Um, Kurt, we should get up the ice is freezing my back." He said.
Kurt slowly rose from his position on Blaine's chest. Blaine got to his feet first and offered a hand to Kurt. Kurt got to his feet and put his arm around Blaine's shoulders. Blaine skated out from Kurt's arm and stopped right in front of him. "You make me so happy, Kurt. I can't believe that I have someone as amazing as you in my life. Thank you. Thank you for being you and for helping me through this month. I love you so much." Blaine said and without letting Kurt speak he kissed him.
Blaine pulled Kurt closer to him; tightly grasping Kurt's waist not wanting to let him go. Kurt's arms rest on Blaine's shoulders. His hand gripping the back of Blaine's neck. When Blaine finally pulled back for air; Kurt spoke before Blaine went in for another passionate kiss. "You take my breath away. Not just now, but every time I see you. You've been through so much and are still so happy and positive. You make me happier than I have ever been. I can't imagine not having you in my life anymore. I love you too." Kurt said. This time it was Kurt who went in for the third loving kiss. The men stood embraced on the ice with their lips locked together.
They broke after several minutes. Blaine held onto Kurt's waist and Kurt onto Blaine's shoulders as they skated off the ice together. As they were driving back to Kurt's house a song came on the radio that both of them knew and they began to sing along:
I really can't stay
But baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away
But baby it's cold outside
This evening has been
Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice
I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful, what's your hurry?
My father will be pacing the floor
Listen to the fire place roar
So really I'd better scurry
Beautiful, please don't hurry
But maybe just half a drink more
Put some record on while I pour
The neighbors might think
Baby, it's cold out there
Say, what in this drink?
No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell
I'll take your hate, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no sir
Mind if I move in closer?
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
What's the sense in hurting my pride?
I really can't stay
Baby, it's cold outside
Oh, but it's cold outside
I simply must go
But, baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no
But, baby, it's cold outside
This welcome has been
How luck that you dropped in
So nice and warm
Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious
Gosh your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door
Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind in vicious
Ooh, your lips are delicious
Maybe just a cigarette more
Never such a blizzard before
I've got to get home
But, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me a coat?
It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand
I thrill when you touch my hand
But don't you see
How can you do this thing to me?
There's bound to be talk tomorrow
Think of my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied
If you got pneumonia and died
I really can't stay
Get over that hold out
Oh, but it's cold outside
Baby it's cold outside
As they sang the last note of the song they pulled into the driveway. As they got out of the car Blaine said: "Thank you for today, Kurt. It really was so much fun."
Kurt walked over to Blaine. "Thank you for making today fun. I love being with you." He kissed his boyfriend.
Inside Burt and Carole were sitting in the living room in front of the fire. "Burt, you've never told me just what happened between you and Daniel Anderson?"
"Who?"
"You know who. Blaine's dad, Daniel Anderson."
"I just went over to have a little chat." Burt said trying to avoid telling his wife what had actually happened. Trying to avoid telling her that he told Daniel Anderson to go to hell and that he wasn't worthy of having Blaine as a son. That he told Daniel Anderson that if he ever hurt Blaine again there would be no place that was safe.
"Honey, I know you said something. Something bad enough that you flinch every time someone knocks on the door or when you hear the breeze. What did you say?" Carole asked again moving closer to her husband putting her hand on his thigh trying to give a little comfort.
"I told him throwing his son out of his life was a mistake. That he doesn't even know Blaine. I said that it didn't matter if he did know Blaine; that man isn't worthy of having a son like Blaine. That kid is something special, Carole. Not to mention he makes Kurt so happy. I haven't seen Kurt this happy since before his mom died." Burt explained to Carole. He left out a few details, but he didn't want her to worry about him.
"Burt, I understand. You just want them to be happy." She said giving him a light kiss just before the front door opened.
"We're back." Kurt yelled into the house. "What smells so good?" Kurt asked as he and Blaine walked into the living room to see Burt and Carole sitting on the couch.
"Sugar cookies." Carole answered. "Just took them out of the oven. I'd wait a little bit before diving in." Kurt gave her a look. "I know you, Kurt."
Blaine sat down in the chair next to the couch and offered a hand to Kurt to sit with him. It wasn't a large enough chair for both of them to sit in so instead Kurt settled in between Blaine's legs on the ottoman. He rest is head on Blaine's shoulder and his hands on his stomach. Blaine moved his arms so he could wrap them around Kurt's body and hold his hands.
"How was the lake?" Burt asked the boys.
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other and smiled then let out laughter. "It was fun. Blaine fell backwards onto the ice. Then pulled me down too."
"Other than that it was fun." Blaine chuckled.
"Glad you two had fun. When are you planning on heading back to New York?"
"Anxious to get rid of us dad?" Kurt laughed.
"No, I'd just like to know. So I don't plan anything really cool for after you leave."
"The 27th. I want to beat the 'Must be at Times Square for New Years' rush."
"Is that a thing?" Blaine asked Kurt.
"Yeah, I just made it up. Like it?" Kurt smiled.
"Nice." Blaine laughed. "Can you imagine New Years in Times Square though?"
"Do you want to go?" Kurt asked looking up at Blaine.
"Sure."
Burt and Carole sat on the couch watching the two of them interact with each other. The way Blaine had Kurt's hands in his own; their fingers interlocked. Kurt's head gently resting on Blaine's shoulder with a smile on his face. Burt couldn't help but wonder what Kurt's mother would say at this sight. She would be so proud of Kurt for showing all of the people in the world it doesn't matter what they say about him. They can call him names and kick him, but he is happy. He is with an incredible man that clearly loves him.
They days that passed Kurt and Blaine couldn't stand to be apart for more than a half an hour at the most. They were always cuddling when they sat down and holding hands while just walking around the house together.
Every time they would lay down for bed; Kurt would look Blaine in the eyes and tell him just how much he loves him. Blaine would do the same. Kurt would kiss him before they laid down in bed like the night they accidentally slept in the same bed after their first date.
They loved waking up each morning next to the man they loved more than anything. Kurt couldn't believe that seven years ago he was being thrown into dumpsters; believing he was going to be alone forever. Even in New York where not everyone is closed minded he couldn't seem to find that one person that made him smile with just a look until he met Blaine.
Blaine went from being bullied at school to being bullied at home to being loved by Kurt. Being with Kurt made all of Blaine's dreams come true. At this moment he didn't care if he ever made it on Broadway or in show business as long as Kurt was with him. He knew that Kurt would stand by him no matter what and love him unconditionally until the day they died.
Neither of them thought that this could be their life when they were in high school. It at seemed so hopeless they had almost given up; until that karaoke bar in Manhattan.
Christmas morning Kurt and Blaine woke up in each other's embrace. Kurt looked up at Blaine; "Merry Christmas, Kurt." Blaine said.
"Merry Christmas, Blaine. Our first Christmas together."
"The first of many." Blaine smiled before kissing Kurt.
To be continued…