A/N: Oops. Time kind of...got away from us. We apologise. In other news, college starts in...ten days. Scary, scary shit right there. So we have this. And we're going to have a writing bootcamp tomorrow morning, which is exciting because we've been writing, but we're working on an independent novel. And we have lots of ideas for Klaine but sadly our novel came first. Anyway. It's only been a month. Thank you so much guys for reviewing. We're at 2000 reviews and a bit over and that's so exciting. We hope you enjoy this - we've kind of been addicted to Monopoly in between everything else.

"I love New Years Eve specials." Seven year old Kurt said excitedly.

Blaine laughed, grinning at he settled next to his best friend. Their parents looked at each other with small smiles – the four of them had been friends since they were teenagers, and Kurt and Blaine had pretty much grown up with each other.

Burt flicked the television to the specials when suddenly the entire house was shut off and shrouded in darkness. Kurt let out a shriek, grabbing Blaine's hand.

"What's going on?" he squeaked, and Blaine squeezed his hand.

"Power's just out, buddy. We'll fix it soon." Burt chuckled. "Stay on the couch."

Elizabeth hurried to the kitchen, quickly retrieving the candles and matches, lighting a few and passing them to Mark, Alice and Burt. She passed a small lantern to Kurt and Blaine to share.

"What about New Years?" Blaine asked softly, looking worried. "We won't be able to see it."

"Hey, don't worry about it, B." Mark reassured him. "We've got at least five hours until the ball comes down. Power will be up by then."

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked softly.

"Positive." He smiled, and Blaine nodded, chewing his lip uncertainly.

"What are we going to do until then?" Kurt asked softly. "What do people do without TV?"

Alice chuckled, looking over at Elizabeth. "We could play some board games…?"

"Or…have a drink." Mark suggested under his breath to Burt.

The two men chuckled, heading off to the basement. Alice rolled her eyes, before heading to the cupboard and finding the board games.

"Monopoly?"

"Monopoly?" Blaine and Kurt repeated in unison, blinking rapidly. "What's that?"

Elizabeth smiled. "How about we set you boys up and then we'll go downstairs with your fathers'?"

Alice nodded at that, before setting up the game board and explaining the rules. The two women helped them until they were around the board a couple of times and could play without constantly getting stuck, before heading downstairs to their husbands.

"This is kind of fun." Kurt said softly.

Blaine nodded. "Kind of. But I think I need a calculator…"

Two hours went by, and the boys had grabbed hold of the rules book, figuring out how to buy houses and hotels. Each parent had been up every half hour to check on them, but the boys showed no signs of stopping soon. They supplied them with chips and drinks, and Kurt had figured a way to use this to his advantage.

He had just landed on a particular pricy property with hotels, and he had no idea how he was supposed to pay up. Finally, he spotted a 'wish chip' in the chip bowl – a chip that had been curled over and baked - and snatched it up.

"How about…I only pay you half the money, but I also give you…this." He produced the chip, knowing that they were Blaine's favourites.

Blaine considered this, eying the chip, before nodding. "Deal."

Kurt beamed, handing the chip and half the money over.

They continued on a little, until Kurt noticed something on the board. "What does…this thing mean?" he asked. "Ten… something." He referred to the percent symbol.

Blaine glanced at it, shrugging. "Dunno. What do you think it means?"

Kurt shrugged too. "Two hundred or ten something." He mumbled. "Maybe it's two hundred and ten?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense. Two hundred and ten."

The game continued on, when suddenly the lights flickered and turned on. Both sets of parents came back up the stairs, grinning brightly.

"Look at that, an hour before midnight. What did I tell you?" Mark grinned and Blaine blinked up from the game.

"It's been four hours?" he asked with bewilderment.

"Yep." Alice grinned. "Ready to watch the end of the specials?"

Both boys glanced down at their game, before nodding, packing up the pieces and settling back on the couch, ready for the New Year.

When midnight struck, they were allowed half an hour to celebrate the New Year, but they were quickly herded into bed afterwards. Their bed consisted of a King Mattress on the floor, with a billion blankets piled on top of them to combat the cold.

Kurt yawned sleepily, rolling onto his side to face Blaine. "We should play that game again sometime…" he whispered.

Blaine nodded, yawning as well as he faced Kurt. "Mm…next year?"

Kurt's eyes lit up. "On New Years?"

Blaine grinned. "We should do it every single year."

Kurt beamed right back at him.

"Deal."

^.^

Every year, it always started the same.

Kurt would be the banker, and Blaine would take care of the real estate.

Blaine would be the dog, and Kurt was always the top hat.

As promised, every year on New Year's they would find a room, turn off all the lights and light a candle, playing in the dim glow of the flickering flame. Time went on and they stayed up later and later, their games going on longer and longer.

Eventually they stopped using calculators, and they found out how to figure out 10% of their money. Other bargains were made – wish chips and desserts, along with rent-free goes.

Their tradition had almost been going seven years, when it stopped. It was inevitable – Blaine had moved, and it was harder to see each other, since Blaine was in his first year at Dalton and Kurt was at McKinley. They didn't spend the New Year together, and they didn't see each other for a few months afterwards.

When they did, they realised that they missed each other, and for the next few months they kept close. That New Years, they spent the night in a dark room, playing Monopoly until the early hours of the morning. They only got halfway through the game though – most of it was spent reminiscing and catching up.

They were best friends, and they had made a pact.

Another year later and their tradition had been restored, and they were playing again.

"Alright…two grand…" Kurt grinned triumphantly when Blaine had landed on Mayfair – his property with a hotel on it.

Blaine winced. "Geez. This better be top notch." He grinned, counting out the money. He paused, biting his lip before grinning at Kurt. "I only have one thousand six hundred…"

Kurt grinned. "What else do you have to offer?"

"Well…one thousand six hundred…and you get to go out on a date with me." He said softly, almost a little worriedly as he looked up at Kurt.

Kurt's heart ruptured in his chest, eyes widening.

"A date?"

"Take it or leave it." Blaine said confidently, but inside he was freaking out, his heart pumping and his breath a little rapid.

Kurt seemed to mull it over, before a grin spread over his face. "You really think a date with you is worth four hundred?"

Blaine's face fell.

"It's more like…a thousand." He said softly. "So…how about one thousand six hundred and that date…and as for your change…" he chewed his lip. "Kiss me?"

Blaine's eyes boggled and he let out a happy laugh. "Deal." He whispered, and he leaned over the board to gently press a kiss to Kurt's lips.

After that, the favours became more and more daring – longer kisses paired with the usual suspects – chips and desserts. They went on their date and started going out, and the next year they played cuddled together over a corner of the board, so they could each have a section to themselves but with their arms wrapped around each other, a blanket draped over their shoulders.

After they finally did it, the game started getting ten times more interesting. The New Years after their first time, properties and debts were paid off with sexual favours – a blow job here, a hand job there – all quietly and secretly, in case their parents walked in to check on them.

Each year they found new ways to spice up their game, while keeping their tradition in check.

Kurt and Blaine got married at thirty-four years old.

Their honeymoon was held in Italy over the New Year, and they had gone down to the store to buy their game.

"I'll give you…a kiss…and this wish chip." Kurt snatched it from the bag, grinning slightly. "For Pentonville Road."

Blaine beamed.

"Deal."