Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these characters, Glee, or the songs. And Merry Christmas everyone.
It was Christmas in Lima, Ohio; the ground was covered in snow, the entire house was lit up with Christmas lights, the house smelled like hot chocolate and sugar cookies, and Kurt woke up next to the love of his life.
After they both woke up they stayed in bed not wanting to get up. They fit together like puzzle pieces; the way Kurt's head fit perfectly into the nook of Blaine's neck. It was a perfect moment that Christmas morning. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Kurt! Blaine! Breakfast five minutes." Burt said through the door.
"Alright, dad." Kurt responded. Kurt looked at Blaine. "That's our cue to get up and head downstairs."
"If we must." Blaine said with a smile on his face. He gave Kurt a quick kiss before pulling him closer.
"Blaine, seriously." Kurt said laughing as Blaine started kissing his neck. "Blaine." He let out a loud laugh.
"Alright, alright." Blaine said pulling away. He rolled out of bed landing on the floor.
Kurt slid out of bed and put on his bath rope and slippers. Blaine went over and opened the door motioning for Kurt to step out first. Blaine followed closely behind as they walked downstairs and into the kitchen.
When they walked into the kitchen they saw a huge spread of food. Pancakes and waffles. Bacon and sausage. Various fruits and hash browns. Eggs and toast. There was even several different kinds of cereal sitting in the middle of the table. "Carole, you've really out done yourself." Kurt said walking into the room.
"Just wanted to make sure everyone got what they wanted for Christmas breakfast." Carole said setting the plates down on the table. "Have a seat. Let me know if you boys need anything." She said while placing the orange juice, apple juice, and milk on the table.
"I don't think there is anything left in the house for them to want anything else." Burt laughed.
Carole gave her husband a look that could kill. "Be quiet." She said giving Burt a light love tap. Burt and Carole both sat down at the table with Kurt and Blaine.
"What's the plan for today?" Kurt asked.
"Well, breakfast. Then if you would like we can open presents. And dinner is at six." Carole told the boys.
"That sounds nice." Kurt saw Blaine staring down at this plate. He hadn't touched his food. Kurt put his hand on Blaine's back and rubbed it. "Are you okay?"
Blaine was startled by the sound of Kurt's voice so close next o his ear. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah." Blaine reassured Kurt looking at him and smiling.
"Okay, eat." He said pushing Blaine's plate closer to him. "Oh, after we open presents, Blaine and I are going to go to the Lima Bean to meet friends."
"Okay." Burt responded.
By the time they were full and done eating they hadn't even put a dent in the food that Carole had prepared. Luckily, she loved to cook for and pamper her family. The four of them went into the living room where there were lots of presents underneath the tree and four stockings hung by the fire place. The stockings read: Burt, Carole, Kurt, and Blaine.
Burt and Carole looked at Blaine's face when he entered the room. "We thought since you weren't going to be with your family for Christmas we'd invite you to be part of ours."
Tears came to Blaine's and Kurt's eyes before Blaine went over and hugged Burt and Carole. "Thank you so much." After he let go of Burt and Carole he went over and kissed Kurt. He went in for hug and whispered into Kurt's neck. "I love you so much, Kurt."
"I love you too, Blaine." Kurt whispered back.
Burt and Carole stood there looking at the two men hold each other like life lines. They knew, in that moment, that these two were meant for each other. The way Blaine was clutching Kurt's back because he didn't want to let go. His head buried into Kurt's neck just wanting to feel safe. It was clear there was nothing between them but pure love. Kurt pulled back and looked into Blaine's eyes before leaning in for another kiss.
After they broke their kiss they sat down. Blaine in the chair and Kurt on the floor in front of him between his legs. Blaine's hands rested on Kurt's shoulders. "Okay who's first?" Kurt asked.
"Blaine." Carole said.
Kurt got up and grabbed Blaine's new stocking from the mantel and brought it to him. He placed the stocking in Blaine's lap before pulling up the ottoman next to the chair. "Before I open this, I just want to thank you for making me feel so welcome here. You've really made these last few days special for me." Blaine started. "I thought not being with my family would be hard, but you three made it so much easier. With the food, laughter, and love. So thank you so much. Truly the best Christmas ever."
Carole whipped tears from her eyes after Blaine was done speaking. "Okay, open it." Kurt said nudging Blaine.
Inside there were: three bow-ties, four guitar picks, that said NYADA 2016, and two tickets to see Wicked on Broadway after they get back to New York.
As the morning turned into afternoon the four of them sat in a sea of wrapping paper and sparkly ribbons and bows. There were scarves, shoes, candles, music, and NYADA objects lying all over the living floor.
"Okay, since you all made my stay so wonderful I have decided I needed to pay you back." Blaine said standing and walking over to the piano. He began to play, "sing along if you know the words." He began to sing.
Oh, the weather outside in frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
It doesn't show signs of stopping
And I've brought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
When we finally kiss goodnight
How I'll hate going out in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
Then all the way home I'll be warm
The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still goodbyeing
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
The weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
It doesn't show signs of stopping
And I've brought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
When we finally kiss goodnight
How I'll going out in the storm
But you really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm
The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still goodbyeing
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Let it, snow, let it snow, let it snow
Blaine hit the last note on the piano and the room filled with joy. Kurt was sitting next to Blaine singing along with a smile that proved his love for Blaine. "We should go get ready." Kurt said, kissed Blaine on the cheek, and headed upstairs.
Carole went into the kitchen to clean up and get ready to make dinner. Burt sat down the couch across from Blaine sitting at the piano. Blaine got up and walked over to Burt. "Thank you again."
"Blaine, stop thanking us. Sit down." Burt said offering him the seat next to him. "Blaine, I feel like I should tell you what I did."
"When?"
"Kurt didn't tell you? I went to talk to your dad after you got back here on Thanksgiving."
"What? Why wouldn't Kurt tell me that?" Blaine asked confused.
"Blaine, I'm a passionate man and when someone hurts someone who means something to me I get really passionate." Burt began explaining. "I haven't known you that long; or even talked to you all that much because Kurt's got you two driving everywhere when you're here. But, Blaine, the first time I saw you and Kurt together I knew that you two had something.
"And when you came back here after seeing your father. You, in tears because he hurt you so deeply and Kurt, angrier than I have ever seen him. So, I went to Westerville to talk to your dad. Heated words were exchanged. I told him to go to hell and that he didn't deserve to have you for a son." Burt continued. "I understand if you don't want to come around anymore because I could possibly be the reason your dad stopped talking to you, but please don't be mad at Kurt for not telling you. You make him happier than he's ever been. And you two are perfect together."
Blaine smiled. "My dad didn't talk to me before you went to talk to him. It's not your fault. Before you and Kurt no one has ever stood up for me against my dad. Thank you." Blaine told Burt. "And I was already in an extreme emotional state that Kurt probably didn't want to put anymore on me.
"You and Carole have been more like family to me than my own father ever was. Thank you for letting me into your home and inviting me into your family. It means the world to me and to Kurt." Blaine finished just before Burt gave him a huge hug.
Kurt came back down from upstairs to see Blaine and his dad embraced on the couch. He loved that sight. That meant that his dad cared for Blaine. More than just 'his son's boyfriend' but as a real member of their little family. Kurt knew that after this visit home he and Blaine's relationship was going to be on a new level. He was excited to see where 2016 would take this relationship.
Blaine looked up to see Kurt staring at him and Burt. "I should get changed. Thank you for telling me that, Burt."
"You're welcome."
Blaine got up and headed upstairs. "What did you tell him?" Kurt asked walking over to his dad.
"Something that you didn't." Burt smiled at Kurt. "I told him about going to see Mr. Anderson." Kurt looked in shock. "Don't look so surprised, Kurt. Although I am glad that I told him. It gave us a chance to talk a little bit. He's a good guy, Kurt. I am happy that you're with him. Don't do anything to screw this up." Burt laughed.
"Don't worry, dad. I really love Blaine. He makes me feel so connected and safe and loved." Kurt told his dad. "And I'm not planning on letting him get away." They both laughed as Blaine came down the stairs.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Yup. We'll be back before dinner." Kurt told his dad before he and Blaine left.
Carole walked into the living room. "I'm glad you told him what happened."
"Me too." Burt responded as he stood and walked over to Carole. "I love you."
"I love you too." Carole said back as Burt kissed her.
In town there was a group of young adults sitting in an old coffee shop talking, laughing, and singing together. Blaine and Kurt came in the side door. "I'll get us some coffee." Blaine said walking towards the counter.
"Kurt!" He heard Mercedes yell from the group of Glee kids.
"Mercedes!" Kurt ran over to hug his friend.
"Where's lover boy, Hummel." Santana asked.
"He's getting us coffee."
"Okay, deets before he gets over here." Mercedes told Kurt.
"His name is Blaine Anderson. He's going to NYADA next semester. He sings like no one you've ever heard. He's just the cutest person ever. I think you'll all really like him." Kurt told his friends about Blaine. He saw Blaine looking for him. "Blaine, over here."
Blaine walked over to Kurt and his high school friends. He was nervous; more nervous than when he met Kurt's parents. "Hello." He said handing Kurt his coffee. "I'm Blaine."
"It's nice to meet you, Blaine. I'm Mercedes." Mercedes said offering a hand to shake. Blaine took it with a smile.
Kurt introduced everyone to Blaine. Blaine thought they all seemed nice enough. Mike, Puck, Quinn; all seemed like nice enough people. They seemed like a little happy family when talking to each other. Blaine sat and listened for a while learning about all of Kurt's friends. Mike was a professional dancer, Sam was a male model in Los Angeles, and Mercedes was the Mercedes Jones, the singer. Kurt looked so happy to be with his friends again. He saw Rachel and Santana every day, but the rest of them haven't seen each other in months.
"So Blaine, where you from?" Puck asked.
"Westerville. Kurt and I figure we probably competed against each other for show choir." Blaine responded. "Dalton Academy, The Warblers."
"The blazers!" Sam yelled. The entire table laughed.
"Yes, the Dalton blazer uniform." Blaine laughed.
"Blaine Warbler, Kurt said you can sing. Prove it." Brittany said.
Blaine got slightly embarrassed. "Come on Blaine, you're so good." Kurt told him.
"Let's go sledding." Blaine said getting up from the table and walking towards the door. "Come on."
The table got up and followed Blaine to go sledding.
As everyone was sledding down the only hill in Lima; Blaine stood at the top watching.
Ba do ba do bow bowbowbadow
Ba do be do bow bowbowbadum
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
The snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days, may your days, may your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
Woahwoah
I am dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
Woah
Bow be do be do
I-I-I-I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days, may your days, may your days be merry and bright
Oh let them be bright
And may all your Christmases be white
Oh! Woo! Come on! Ooh yeah! Oh yeah.
White Christmas
Ooh yeah. Woah.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
Yeah, yeah, yeah
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Doom beam doom doomdoomdoom be do do
Kurt ran up the hill taking Blaine by surprise with a hug almost knocking him into the snow. "This has been the best Christmas ever." Kurt hugged Blaine tighter than he had before. Because he was with the man he could see a bright future with. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Blaine by his side. Kurt looked at his watch, "we should probably get home."
They walked to say goodbye to friends and to make plans to see each other again. "When are you headed back to New York?" Kurt asked Rachel.
"The 30th."
"Do you know when Santana is headed back?"
"Same day."
"Okay, good." Kurt sounded relieved and excited at the same time.
"Why?" Rachel asked with a smirk on her face.
Kurt grinned and looked back at Blaine. "Alone time."
Just then Santana walked up. "You and Blaine looking to get lucky, Hummel?"
"Shut-up, Santana." Kurt scolded. "It's just gonna be nice; it being just Blaine and me at the apartment for a couple days." Kurt smiled.
Blaine walked up behind Kurt grabbing his waist. "You ready?" He asked.
"Yeah." He responded. "Bye, everyone!" Kurt yelled as they waved and walked to the car. "So what do you think of my friends?" Kurt asked Blaine.
"They all seem really nice. Would love to take more time to get to know them; more than a few hours." Blaine responded.
Kurt smiled at Blaine. "We'll have to see what we can do about that." He laughed. "I want to meet your Warbler friends."
Blaine laughed. "I don't really know where any of them are anymore."
"We live in the 21st Century, Blaine. Facebook, Twitter all at your disposal." Kurt told him. "See if any of them live in New York; we could hang out and get to know each other."
Blaine pulled down the mirror to look at his hair. "I need to re-apply."
Kurt looked at him. "Don't. I like the curls. Maybe a little to contain them, but don't completely gel them back. They're cute." Kurt smiled.
"Really?" Blaine gave Kurt a slight grin.
"Really. You should let me do it."
"You're going to do my hair?" Blaine laughed. "We have reached that level couple where single people hate watching us haven't we?" He grabbed the hand Kurt didn't have on the steering wheel of the car.
"I think we might have." Kurt laughed. "But seriously, let me do your hair when we get back. I promise I won't screw it up."
"I guess." Blaine said reluctantly. "Only because I love you."
"I'm only doing it because I love you."
Kurt pulled into the driveway of his parents' house and they both got out of the car. Blaine went upstairs to wash the gel out of his hair so Kurt could do it for him. He was a little excited about it. Having Kurt's fingers running through his hair. He didn't like when people played with his hair the idea of Kurt playing with his hair excited it immensely. But he couldn't help but wonder just what Kurt was going to do with his hair. It's not like Kurt had never seen him without the gel, they lived together, they've slept together, hell, they've showered together. There wasn't one inch of Blaine that Kurt didn't know or hadn't seen.
Kurt walked into the bathroom without announcing his presence before Blaine was done in the shower. Blaine opened the shower curtain. "Kurt!" Kurt turned around. "You scared me. I didn't realize you were in here."
"Sorry. Thought you heard the door." Kurt said with a half smile. "Okay. Put on your clothes so I can mess around with…" Blaine gave Kurt a suggestive look. "You're hair, Blaine!"
"Okay." He smiled while slipping his clothes on his body as Kurt discreetly watched from the sink. "I know you're watching me."
"How? You're turned around. You can't see me."
"You do every time." Blaine smiled as he put his shirt on.
"That obvious?"
"No, I watch you too." He walked over to Kurt and kissed him. "I can't take my eyes off you." Kurt blushed as Blaine said this to him; so close to his face.
Kurt couldn't speak; Blaine had taken his ability to breathe once again. "Um – I – we – you should finish getting around." Kurt barely got out of his mouth.
Blaine sat down on the toilet lid and let Kurt do his hair. He used a fraction of the amount of gel that Blaine normally used so he could keep the curls visible in his hair. Kurt thought that Blaine's curly hair was the cutest thing, next to his triangle shaped eye brows. When he was finished he had Blaine get up and look in the mirror at his hair. Blaine was a little nervous knowing that he, himself, hated his curls. When he saw that Kurt had contained them yet let them show he smiled. "I like it."
"I knew you would." Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine on the cheek. "Let's go eat." He grabbed Blaine's hand and led him out the door and down the stairs.
They walked into the kitchen and the table was just as full as it was that morning with all of the food. The classic Christmas dinner; ham, turkey, stuffing, a mixture of vegetables, and three bottles of wine sitting on the entire evening was filled with stories and laughter. Blaine felt like a part of the family, not like an outsider. More like a part of the family than he would have sitting in silence across from his father staring at him with a disapproving look, his mother too afraid to say anything and Cooper trying his best to make the holiday special for everyone. At the Hummel's he was family even though he hadn't known them for long.
After dinner Carole and Burt brought three candle sticks and set them on the mantel. Blaine and Kurt sat on the couch wrapped in each other's arms. "What's this?" Blaine asked Kurt.
"The year Finn died we lit one candle for him after Christmas dinner and every year after that we light another so he can see that we're always thinking about him." Kurt explained.
Blaine saw Kurt's mood change from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. He pulled Kurt closer to him trying to comfort him in this hard time. Kurt held on to Blaine's hands like his life depended on it. Blaine made him feel better when thinking about his late brother. He missed Finn so much. He didn't always know how he could make it through the holiday or Finn's birthday, but this Christmas; Blaine is the only reason he hadn't broken down into tears that night while Burt and Carole lit the candles on the mantel to show Finn how much they love and miss him. Kurt stared up at the ceiling as if looking at Finn. He was always skeptical of God and Jesus, but something about Finn dying made him hope that there was a heaven and that Finn was looking down and smiling that night while they sat in the living room after dinner lighting his memorial candles.
Kurt turned his head and looked at Blaine with tears in his eyes. He buried his head into Blaine's chest trying to hide his sadness on this joyous holiday. Blaine's embrace on Kurt grew stronger comforting him.
As the candles burned on the mantel; Kurt and Blaine laid on the couch with Kurt lying on Blaine's chest, Blaine holding him in his strong embrace. Carole stood at the window with Burt's arms wrapped around her. "Another year."
"He's here, Carole. He's watching and celebrating with us. He is here every day watching us." Burt told his wife.
Carole turned around to look her husband in the eyes. "I'm afraid one day; I might not feel his presence anymore."
"That will never happen, Carole. He will always be here." Burt said kissing her and bringing her in for a hug.
The four of them sat together in the living room of the Hummel's.
Burt was happy that his son was home. That he had overcome so much: his mother dying when he was eight, the massive amount of bullying in high school, Finn dying in 2013, and now he was lying on the couch with Blaine, a great man, that made Kurt happy. Burt was happy that he had Carole by his side helping him in Washington and everyday making sure he still had his head on straight. He missed Finn terribly, but somehow this year was easier than the last.
Carole was grateful for the man she laid in the arms of. If Burt hadn't been there for her the last few years she wouldn't have made it through. Losing a child is the hardest thing a parent could possibly do. But she managed to get through the tragedy with the help of Burt. She was happy that her step-son had finally found love after everything he went through.
Blaine was happy that he had Kurt. He went through a lot in the last month and with Kurt it was easier. He had his father throw him out of his family, but he landed on his feet and in Kurt's family. With Kurt everything seemed safe. His family was the warmest Blaine had ever known. They didn't judge him when he walked in the door. They didn't say hurtful comments. They've known him for a month and put a stocking up at Christmas for him. To him that's what a family was.
Kurt was just happy. He was happy about everything. He had Blaine, a great family, and wonderful friends. He went through hard times in his life, but it was okay. He had two best friends that he could count on no matter what. A dad and step-mom that were behind him defending him even when he was completely in the wrong. And he had Blaine. To him, Blaine was the most important thing. He finally found a love that he knew could last. Blaine was the love of his life and he wasn't going to let him go.
As they all sat together Blaine started humming a familiar tune and Kurt began to sing.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas…
To be continued…