Chapter 20: Gift Wrapped

Author's Note: Undying gratitude to JasonDragon64 for a creatively brilliant idea!

"I'm not telling you." Kurt's voice was firm.

"Okay, okay, just give me a hint." Puck took persistence to a whole new level.

"What part of surprise do you not understand, Noah?"

"Aw, come on Princess." Puck lowered his voice to the sexy whisper that the pool moms had salivated over. "You're not going to make me wait another two days, are you?"

"Nice try!" Kurt actually laughed. "Christmas presents come on Christmas, Noah, hence the name."

"Yeah, cute. I got that, thanks." Puck couldn't believe his whisper didn't work on Kurt. He wasn't losing his sex shark abilities because he was in a relationship, was he? No, Puck's mind rapidly assessed the things that did work with Kurt, and concluded that he still had it! "Kurt…"

"Kurt, I need…" Finn came down the staircase, trying to balance a roll of wrapping paper, scotch tape, scissors, ribbon and a present. He dumped everything on Kurt's bed. "Puck?"

"Yes." Kurt looked at the mess on his bed. "What's all this?"

Finn waved at the wrapping paraphernalia. "I can't do this!"

Kurt looked at the giant standing helpless beside his bed, and rolled his eyes. "Unbelievable! Noah, Finn is apparently lacking in rudimentary life skills. I'll call you later."

"Hey!" Finn protested.

Puck laughed. "Tell him he's a moron."

"I think he knows that." Kurt hit end call, and tossed his phone onto his night stand. He looked up at Finn, still hovering over his bed. "You don't know how to wrap?"

"No." Finn looked just the tiniest bit embarrassed, as well he should.

"But you give people presents, me, my dad, Rachel. What do you do? Get them wrapped at the mall?"

Finn dropped onto Kurt's bed. "Ummm, I don't actually buy any of that stuff." He braved a look at his step-brother. "My mother buys them for me, and wraps them."

"Your mother buys gifts for your girlfriend?" Disbelief shaded Kurt's appalled whisper.

"I never know what to get, especially for Rachel." Finn looked distinctly nervous. "You're not going to tell her, are you?"

Kurt waved his hand dismissively, and Finn breathed a sigh of relief. "Wait, what have you been doing with your mother's gifts?" Kurt glared at his step-brother. "You haven't been making her buy and wrap her own gifts?"

Finn looked down at his hands, not quite daring to look at Kurt as he mumbled. "Well, you know, she's in the mall anyway, and she knows what she wants so…" Finn trailed off as Kurt's mouth dropped open in shock. He threw his hands up to forestall whatever reproof Kurt was planning on uttering. "I got her something myself this year, look." Finn picked up a white box, as proud as a kid who had just learned how to ride a bike for the first time. "It's from Crabtree & Evelyn, body lotion. She said last week that her skin gets dry in the winter. She likes roses so I got the rose scented one. That's okay, right?"

Kurt had to smile, he hadn't seen Finn this nervous since the night he had dinner with Quinn's parents. "She'll love it, Finn. You did good."

"Thanks. So you'll wrap it for me?"

"No, but I'll show you how to wrap it."

"Aww, Kurt, I suck at this. I'm all thumbs."

"Yeah, you weren't a great dancer, but you practiced." Kurt plucked Carole's gift off the bed, and motioned for Finn to take the wrapping paper. "This is a lot easier than dancing."

He talked Finn through the process of folding the wrapping paper so that it didn't look like it had been chewed by a dog. The ribbon was a little trickier. Somehow, Finn trapped his fingers under what should have been a bow, but ended up being nothing more than an ugly green knot. He tried to tug his fingers free, but the more he pulled the tighter the ribbon got. Kurt sighed and cut his step-brother free. He measured out a new piece of ribbon, and this time Finn managed not to mangle it.

"There, perfect!" Kurt took in the lopsided bow. "Well, almost perfect."

Finn picked the wrapped present up, and turned it over in his hands. From the expression on his face, you'd think he was holding the Holy Grail. "I did it!"

"Yeah," Kurt smiled. "Bill Gates has nothing on you."

Finn gathered Kurt into a one-armed hug, careful of the precious present. "Dude, you're the best!" Finn started for the stairs. "My mom's never going to believe this."

"Hey!" Finn turned, and Kurt gestured to the paper, scissors, tape. "Take this stuff with you."

"Oh, sure." Finn gathered up mess, and carrying the gift carefully, started up the stairs. "Thanks, Kurt."

"No problem." Kurt sat at his desk and clicked into Google. He typed in Christmas traditions, and stared at the resulting images. He hadn't told Puck anything because he didn't know anything. He had yet to come up with an idea, and he was running out of time. He was drawing a complete blank. And that was totally unacceptable! Kurt prided himself on his creativity. There was no way Puck could be more creative than he was. That was just not happening. Puck would hold it over him forever!

Puck had taken something integral to the Hanukkah celebration, the Hanukkah candle, and turned it into a prop in a sexual game. Kurt had to think of something just as erotic, something connected to Christmas. He flipped through various Google images; Christmas lights, trees, religious symbols, people singing carols, going to church, visiting with family. Kurt groaned. The holiday was irredeemably family friendly! There had to be something…think. On his laptop screen, the image of a beautifully wrapped gift, made him smile as he remembered Finn looking at him helplessly, his fingers trapped in bonds of ribbon. Trapped, tied, captive, bound, his mind jumped from one synonym to the other, and there it was Christmas kink! Hah! So got you, Puckerman!

December 24th, Kurt battled his way through deranged last minute Christmas shoppers. He was searching for the perfect ribbons; blue satin, white velvet, possibly some silver tassels. He could see them very clearly in his mind; he just couldn't find what he wanted. Everywhere he looked, red, green, gold, plaids and stripes, ugh! Tacky! He let one silver ribbon slide through his fingers, and shuddered with distaste. No, it had to feel right, soft to the touch. This brittle ribbon was useless.

It took hours but it was worth it. He finally found what he needed in a fabric store; yards of sumptuous blue silk, white velvet, and silver satin. Perfect!

"Nope, still not telling you." Kurt curled up on the couch, the TV on mute, as he listened to Puck whine.

"One hint, would that ruin the holiday?" Puck didn't like surprises, he needed to know what to expect.

"Yeah, okay, one hint." Kurt grinned to himself. "You're going to like it."

Puck snorted. "That's your idea of a hint?"

"That's all you're getting. Come over tomorrow around one-ish. We open presents and then have an early Christmas dinner." Kurt lowered his voice. "By this time tomorrow night, you'll know."

Puck groaned. Kurt laughed and hit end call.

11:30 PM. Kurt hit the remote and the TV went dark. He wasn't ready for bed, too excited for tomorrow. Christmas had always been a favourite holiday; the shopping, the baking, the decorations, the music. He loved all of it. This year was going to be even better. Oh, so much better!

Restless, he wandered upstairs to the kitchen, thinking chips, or cake or ice cream. He found Finn putting cookies on a plate. Surprise held him still in the kitchen doorway. Not that Finn getting cookies was unusual, it was the plate. Finn grabbed a cookie or two, or ate directly from the bag. Kurt had never seen his step-brother use a plate for cookies.

Finn turned; plate in hand, and saw Kurt. "Oh, hey." He tried to sidle past Kurt, a furtive look in his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Finn moved the plate of cookies behind his back.

"Why are you hiding a plate of cookies like they're illegal drugs?"

"Shhh!" Finn looked around, and waved his hand to shush his step-brother.

Kurt lowered his voice to a whisper. "What?"

Finn glowered at Kurt. "These are for Santa."

Kurt's mouth dropped open. "What?"

Finn shuffled his feet in embarrassment. "I put cookies under the tree for Santa, all right?"

"Finn, you know Santa doesn't really exist, right?"

Finn snapped at Kurt, insulted. "Yes, Kurt, I know Santa Claus isn't real." He shrugged. "It's something my mom did when I was little, and I don't know, I just never stopped doing it. I put the cookies out, and at midnight I eat them." He looked at Kurt, a small hopeful smile on his face. "You want to join me?"

Kurt looked at the cookies, and then at his step-brother. "We need milk."

Finn grinned. "Yeah."

Kurt poured two glasses, and followed Finn into the living room. Finn put the plate by the tree. They sat on the couch, talking quietly, waiting in the dark for midnight, the only lights the ones on the tree. The grandfather clock in the hall struck twelve, and Finn set the plate on the couch between them. He raised his glass of milk. "Merry Christmas, bro."

Kurt raised his glass in return. "Merry Christmas, Finn."

Half way through the cookies, Kurt asked Finn. "You did this last year?"

"Yeah, I do it every year."

"Why didn't you tell me, ask me to join you?"

"Because it's embarrassing, dude. I didn't want you to think I was a complete idiot."

"I'm glad you asked me tonight." Kurt looked around the room, quiet, dark but for the tree lights. He looked at his step-brother, and smiled. "This is nice, just us, you know?"

"Yeah." Finn looked around the room, and back at Kurt. "Yeah, it is." He smiled at his brother by affection, and shoved a whole cookie in his mouth, just to see Kurt grimace with disgust.

"Ugh! Jeeze, Hudson, its Christmas!"

Christmas morning was the loud, happy, bustle it always was. They had breakfast together, in their pajamas and in Burt and Carole's case, terry robes. Then the four of them worked together to get Christmas dinner ready. They laughed and teased each other, and broke out into song whenever a Christmas tune they particularly liked played on the radio. Burt and Carole danced around the dining table. Finn and Kurt grinned at each other, happy to see their respective parents happy. Turkey safe in the oven, they showered and dressed.

Rachel, punctual to a fault, rang the doorbell at exactly 1PM. Puck wasn't far behind her. Burt opened the door. "Mohawk."

"Dad!" Kurt stepped around Burt and hugged Puck. "Be nice, it's Christmas."

Presents, and dinner, cleaning up the kitchen, then dessert. It was Puck's first experience of a family Christmas, and he thought that he could get used to this. Anything that made Kurt happy was important to Puck. He snuggled on the living room couch with Kurt, absorbing the atmosphere of lights and tree, and Kurt warm against his side.

Burt helped Carole into her coat, and handed her a cake in a carrying container. "Got it?"

"Yes. You have my sister's address?"

Burt pulled on his gloves. "Yes, it's already in the GPS." He turned to the boys watching them from the living room. "You guys going to be okay?"

Kurt pulled his head off Puck's chest, and smiled at Burt. "Sure, dad."

Burt's eyes laughed as he opened the front door. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Night guys."

"Bye, dad."

Puck traced a hand down Kurt's back. "Rachel and Finn left?"

"Yeah." Kurt arched under Puck's hand. "Rachel's singing with Mercedes' choir tonight, and Finn's expected to applaud."

"So we're alone?" Puck nuzzled into Kurt's neck.

"Yes." Kurt tipped his head back to see Puck's eyes. "Ready for your surprise?"

"Ready?" Puck dragged Kurt off the couch. "I've been ready since Hanukkah."

Kurt smirked. "Really? And you've been so patient!"

Puck reached for Kurt. That sarcastic tone always made him want to subjugate the countertenor. Kurt ducked, and fled. Puck chased him down the stairs and into his room.

"You forgot the door." The house might be empty now, but with his family, Kurt couldn't count on that lasting for any length of time.

Puck grunted, but visions of Burt interrupting them, made him trudge back up the stairs and lock the door at the top of the staircase. He took the stairs two at a time and found Kurt waiting for him.

"Take your clothes off." Kurt's voice was a sensuous growl.

Puck shivered at that tone. Oh, man, this was going to be good. He flung his clothes everywhere, and stood naked, cock already swelling.

"Close your eyes."

Puck listened as Kurt moved around the room, he heard a drawer slide open, footsteps. He felt Kurt at his back, something soft against his eyelids, and then Kurt's hands at the back of his head. He reached up and ran his fingers over his eyes, a blindfold, soft, velvet?

Kurt took his hand and guided him to the bed. "Lie down, Noah. On your back, that's it. Move a bit to the left, yes."

Kurt leant over the bed and sucked a soft kiss into Puck's right shoulder. He took Puck's right wrist and drew his hand up. Puck felt something cool around his wrist, and a slight tug on his arm. Kurt walked around the bed, and dropped a kiss on Puck's left shoulder.

Puck felt the same coolness against his left wrist, and the same tug. He pulled, but his arms were tethered to something, they didn't move. He licked his lips, he really wanted to see what Kurt was doing but this was Kurt's surprise and he didn't want to mess with that.

He felt Kurt's hand on his right hip, a gentle glide down his thigh, along his calf. Then Kurt's fingers, a gentle touch at his ankle. A soft swish of cool material, and then his leg was tugged to the right. Puck listened as Kurt walked around the bed. He knew what was coming; the gentle glide along his left thigh, the swish of material at his ankle, the tug on his leg. Puck tried an experimental pull, yep, tied. Holy shit! He never thought Kurt would come up with anything like this!

The mattress compressed and a second later Kurt's mouth swallowed Puck's cock. Puck yelped in surprise. Thank god, no one was home! Puck moaned as Kurt's lips moved up, and his tongue licked around the head; quick, light, teasing touches. "Kurt." He wanted to touch his boyfriend, to run his fingers through the countertenor's hair, but he couldn't move. "Kurt!"

The heat of Kurt's mouth was suddenly gone, replaced by the touch of fingers, and the soft glide of material, and then nothing. Puck listened, silence. "Kurt?"

"Oh, Noah, you look so pretty." Kurt sighed with appreciation.

"I am not pretty, Princess." Puck was vaguely insulted. He was a badass, he was not pretty!

"Noah, you are, you're beautiful." Puck felt the bed move. "I've got to take a picture. I want you to see what I see."

"Kurt if anyone sees this… "

"Don't worry. It's just for you. I'll delete it later if you want."

Puck heard the slight click as Kurt put his cell phone back on the night table. He felt the bed shift, and then Kurt's lips and tongue, everywhere. He could feel Kurt leaning over him, his clothes scratchy against his naked body. "You're still dressed?"

"Hmmm." Kurt hummed, his tongue licking over Puck's hip bone, then his inner thigh, then curling over his balls. Puck's cock was leaking. Kurt trailed a finger up the length and caught a drop. He pressed his finger to Puck's lips. Puck's mouth sucked Kurt's finger in, tasting himself on Kurt's finger. "Beautiful, Noah."

Kurt reached behind Puck's head, and untied the white velvet ribbon from his eyes. He draped it around Puck's neck, letting the ends hang down either side of Puck's chest. As Puck blinked, adjusting to the light in the room, Kurt ran his hand down the center of Puck's chest, fingers grazing the velvet on each side of his hand. "This looks like the prayer shawl in your Bar Mitzvah picture."

Puck laughed. "Yeah, right!"

Kurt kissed into the laughter, dragging his tongue over Puck's teeth, sucking at his bottom lip. He sighed into Puck's mouth, and moved back. He walked to the end of the bed, and then very slowly, with Puck watching every move he made, he stripped. He never took his eyes off his boyfriend. Naked he knelt on the bed between Puck's legs. He ran his hands up the inside of Puck's thighs, moved his thumbs over Puck's balls, and lowered his head to the impatient cock, still wrapped in silver satin. His hands played with the ribbon, brushing it over Puck's thighs and sac, while he sucked Puck's length, and swirled his tongue over the crown.

Puck arched his back, and tugged at the satin ribbons holding him in place. He groaned and bucked and called Kurt's name, over and over. Kurt slid a finger alongside Puck's cock, slicked it with saliva, and thrust it in to Puck's anus, fast, deep, grazing exactly right over sensitive tissue. "Oh, god, YES!" Puck lost it, white bursting over the silver ribbon.

As Puck's breathing slowed, Kurt untied the silver bow, from around the softening cock. "Merry Christmas, Noah."