Please prepare yourself for the most cheesetastic of all cheesy Christmas cheesiness. :)

Pause. Inhale. Exhale. Relax.

Kurt is not going to let his nerves get the best of him. He exhales very slowly and follows Blaine down the stairs.

"Whoa, this is kind of awesome. You get all this space to yourself?" Blaine asks, looking from the pristine white couch to the impeccably dusted flat screen across from it.

"Y-yeah, it's just me and my dad…" Kurt starts. "Or it was, anyway. But there's another room upstairs, so this is still all mine."

"That isn't showing preference or anything," Blaine laughs. "It's very white down here," he adds as an afterthought.

"It makes it brighter?" Kurt suggests. "I just like how it looks. The tree is white too."

"I see that," Blaine says, approaching it. "What about ornaments?"

"Silver," Kurt admits.

"Ah," Blaine nods. "Nice to see some variation in color," he smiles warmly.

Blaine turns completely away from Kurt and starts rifling through boxes neatly labeled 'Christmas Silver and White- Kurt.' "I think we need appropriate accompanying music," he throws over his shoulder. "You know, for the Christmas spirit?"

"I think I can manage that," Kurt agrees, glad to have something to do with his hands. He grabs his macbook (white to match the room, of course) and finds a jazzy Christmas station on Pandora. "And I can do better." He moves the computer away from Blaine and, when he turns back, Blaine laughs.

"A youtube video of a fireplace?"

Kurt just smiles and feels his cheeks warm to a soft pink.

"That is totally awesome, I like it. Now I feel ready for this. Before I was kind eh, you know? I wasn't quite ready for Christmas, but now I'm ready and… and rambling. Sorry," he adds, sheepishly.

Kurt bites his lip. It doesn't mean what you think it does, he tells himself sternly. His eyes sweep over Blaine's face and he knows he wasn't that flushed a second ago. Maybe…?

"So you got lost?" Kurt asks finally.

"Yeah, well, I was really ner- I mean, uh. I wasn't paying attention," Blaine's façade of self-possession slips and he blushes in earnest, red sweeping over his cheeks to his ears. Kurt starts to feel warm and he realizes- he makes Blaine nervous.

Kurt manages to smile and hopes his voice won't squeak when he replies, "I know what you mean."

Blaine looks down for a minute. "So, uh, how do you go about this? Lights first?"

"Lights, ornaments, tinsel, star," Kurt listed.

They pull things out of boxes silently for a few minutes, searching for the lights.

"I found, uh, I don't know what this is, really. A light clump? A decorative Christmas light fixture?" Blaine teases, pulling out a seriously tangled ball of lights. "Maybe we can just plug it in and hang it from the ceiling."

Kurt laughs, "Maybe we can," he takes the lights from Blaine's hands. Their fingers brush together and Blaine's got his eyes locked on Kurt's. "um, maybe we can untangle these," he finishes hoarsely, his stomach stuck somewhere in his throat.

Blaine smiles back and they just sit like that, smiling at each other and each holding onto each other through a ball of Christmas lights. He gently pulls the lights from Kurt's hands and sets it down beside them. Kurt's fingers itch to be intertwined with Blaine's. He looks down a cautiously takes Blaine's hand in his feeling guitar callouses against his palms. When he looks back up, Blaine is smiling.

Kurt isn't sure when he notices their heads moving closer together but now he can feel Blaine's soft breath as he breathes through slightly parted lips.

"Is this alright?" he asks breathlessly, ever the gentleman.

Kurt finds the temerity to chuckle and whispers, "Don't spoil the moment," before pushing their lips together. It's soft and gentle. Kurt can feel his heart bursting. It's not like he thought it would be, all hands and desperate, but Blaine's lips are slightly chapped and Kurt can almost feel his heartbeat and it's so much more than he thought it ever could be.

Blaine pulls away first, still close enough that Kurt would hardly have to move to kiss him again.

"It's not a first kiss, but was it okay for a second?"

Kurt's not sure he can talk right now so he just closes the distance between them again and he can feel Blaine's lips smiling against him.

When Finn comes downstairs to get them for dinner, they're sitting side by side, shoulders pressed together, in front of the tree. Kurt's head is resting on Blaine's shoulders and Blaine's arm is draped around him. Kurt's playing that cheesy fireplace video and tree is still bare.

Neither of them hear him walk back the stairs but they hear him say from the landing, "I'll get them in a few minutes."

Blaine kisses the top of Kurt's head.

"I don't think there's enough tinsel on my side of the tree," he jokes.

"I think it's perfect," Kurt smiles. "It's just right."

I'm not going to call this complete just yet. I'm really enjoying this Christmas-verse. Besides, they haven't even had dinner...