I actually loved writing this. Maybe it was because there was less dialogue. *shrug* My favorite part is towards the end.

Anyways, happy holidays to all of you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Coldplay, but I do recommend listening to the song when you get there. :D

Blaine raced up the stairs of Kurt's apartment, too eager to wait for the elevator. When he reached the door, he lifted the sleek silver knocker, bouncing lightly on his toes to keep warm. He raised a gloved hand to ruffle it through his hair, shaking the snow from it. The door swung open to reveal Kurt, who quickly wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him into a tight hug as he buried his head in the crook of Blaine neck. Blaine chuckled lightly, snaking his arms around his waist as Kurt pulled him inside, allowing the door to swing close.

"I missed you," Kurt murmured, voice muffled in Blaine's scarf.

"I missed you too. But now you're going to be freezing and wet from the snow I just brought in." Blaine tried to disentangle himself from the embrace, but Kurt clung tighter.

"It's alright," he sighed, "These clothes are last season."

He pulled back a little, cupping Blaine's face with one hand. The warmth radiated from Blaine cheek to the rest of his body, and they both leaned into a sweet kiss. They sighed, reveling in the sensation of finally being together after almost three weeks.

Blaine had flown out to Ohio for the Thanksgiving break, spending a week with his family. Kurt had opted to stay in New York, knowing that he and Finn would be summoned home for Christmas anyways. An impromptu snowstorm, one of the first few of the season, had delayed Blaine's return for a little more than a week, and when he returned it was straight to work he went, so the two had seen very little of each other recently.

When they parted for air, Kurt didn't move his face away, tilting his head up slightly against Blaine's nose. They kissed again, a little deeper and a little more passionate, moving deeper into the apartment. Kurt pulled him closer, running his tongue gently against Blaine's lips, which parted carefully. Blaine made a small sound of pleasure in the back of his throat as Kurt's tongue delicately ran against the back of his teeth and over the roof of his mouth. There was a soft scraping of nails on the back of his neck, a light pulling at his curls. He had just moved his hands to better grip at Kurt's waist when-

Ping! Ping!

The dial tone from the Skype application on Kurt's laptop in his bedroom sounded from the speakers. They parted reluctantly, Kurt casting a glare in the direction of the hallway from where he was still in Blaine's arms. He groaned and separated himself from Blaine, rolling his eyes as he walked down the hall, leading Blaine towards his room. He rolled his eyes when he saw that it was Finn, and Blaine cleared his throat as Kurt took a seat and accepted the call, removing his slightly damp jacket.

"Hello, Finn," Kurt said, tone somewhere between disdainfully and fondly.

Finn waved cheerfully. "Hey Kurt. Blaine," he added, when he spotted him standing off to the side. Blaine gave a short nod and smile, pulling over another chair. He and Finn had only seen each other in passing, like in Skype calls like this, but he figured that Kurt's stepbrother was nice enough, if a little clueless at times.

"What's up?" Kurt asked, fingers tapping impatiently near the keyboard.

"Oh!" Finn looked as if he had just remembered. "Mom and Burt were wondering when you were coming down for Christmas. I was thinking about going next weekend. And Burt said to invite Blaine, if you wanted to. They want to meet him."

Kurt answered that, yeah he was thinking next weekend too, before turning to Blaine, who was busy trying not to think of why he usually didn't go home for Christmas. "Yeah," Blaine said. "Um… if I could hang out at your guys' place for Christmas, that'd be… nice. My dad's family doesn't….er… do Christmas, if you know what I mean. Plus the high school will be out for break by then."

Kurt raised an eyebrow speculatively, but said nothing. Finn hadn't seemed to notice anything off by the response in any case.

"Yeah, man," he said, shrugging. "Burt and Mom are always okay if we bring a 'plus-one' or whatever."

Blaine smiled, muttering a quick, "Thanks."

"Is that all?" Kurt asked.

"Um… oh, I was wondering: what do you want for Christmas?"

Blaine smiled as he watched the two very different men squabble over Christmas gifts and present suggestions. Kurt finished giving Finn relationship advice, turning to Blaine once he closed the application.

"So," he said softly, taking Blaine's hands, "What's up with you and Christmas?"

The smile faded from Blaine's face and he shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do," Kurt said simply, standing up. "C'mon," he beckoned, leading Blaine over to the bed and sitting down with him. "I'm going to make some hot cocoa, and then we're going to talk, okay?"

Blaine sighed, knowing he was defeated, but made an attempt to smile. "Yeah, sure," he murmured, sitting down and making himself comfortable as he watched Kurt walk towards the kitchen. He looked around Kurt's bedroom, which was decorated tastefully in black and white, with light blue accents. Light filtered in from the sheer curtain covered the wide window in the wall, casting everything in the room in a soft white light. Kurt came back in carefully carrying two mugs of steaming cocoa, one with whipped cream and the other plain. He set the plain one on the black wooden nightstand next to the bed, handing Blaine the one topped with whipped cream as he settled on the bed next to him, only taking his cocoa when he was well settled.

"So," he said, taking a small sip from the mug. "I'm sensing family issues. Talk."

Blaine took a sip of cocoa, trying to sort his thoughts. "This is really amazing, by the way," he said, the smooth, velvety liquid warming him inside.

Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes. "My mother's recipe," he explained. "Stop trying to dodge the subject."

"Kurt, there isn't much to tell."

"However little there is to tell is obviously still affecting you in some way."

"It doesn't really matter."

"It does to me."

Kurt set his cocoa down on the nightstand again, propping himself up on his knees once he was sure that Blaine wasn't going to spill on his black covers. He looked earnestly into Blaine's eyes, showing nothing but concern tinged with something a little more.

"Look, Blaine," he said, looking down and toying with his fingers. "I really care about you. And I want to know if something's bothering you, even if it's something about your past from a long time ago."

Blaine took a long sip from his cocoa, staring down at the mug in his hands as he answered. "I don't know if I'm ready to tell you, Kurt," he said honestly.

Kurt looked hurt for a moment, and Blaine hurried to explain himself. "It's not that I don't want to. I do. I really do," he stared into Kurt's eyes. He set his own mug down on the matching nightstand on the opposite side of the bed, and took the other man's hands, smiling when their fingers intertwined.

"It's just…" he struggled for words. "I didn't come and see you tonight, prepared to tell you all the drama about my parents and my family and all. I will tell you, probably before Christmas. I just… need time to sort through my thoughts." The hurt expression in Kurt's eyes changed to one of understanding, and Blaine internally sighed in relief.

Kurt hesitated for a moment, before asking, "Can you at least give me a short explanation? I'm not asking for everything, just… a short reason."

Blaine shrugged, looking away. "My dad's family always hosts Christmas, and their not…particularly accepting, you know?"

The curiousness on Kurt's face cleared and he nodded. "I know."

The two of them just stared at each other for a few moments, both of them remembering the bullying of past years; one from a high school that never accepted him, and the other, not so much from high school as it was his own family.

Kurt stretched out on the bed again, still looking at Blaine as he brought a hand to cup his cheek, kissing him sweetly. Blaine responded eagerly, covering the hand on his cheek with his own. A silent message passed between the two of them, and Blaine slowly moved to hover over Kurt a little, hesitating with each of his movements. Their kisses grew a bit more heated as time passed, and soon Blaine found his hand fingering the bottom hem of Kurt's shirt. They both paused, and Kurt nodded slowly.

"You sure?" Blaine asked, voice low and husky.

Kurt nodded again, his own hands reaching between them to lift his shirt off. He tossed it away, bringing a hand to Blaine's face as he settled back over the pillows.


Blaine stays over that night, borrowing a set of Kurt's clothes to sleep in. It isn't his first night sleeping over, as he did plenty of times when they had a long set of weekend plans in the city, but it is his first night sleeping in Kurt's bed, and that feels like a pretty big step for them all the same.

They stay talking in hushed whispers the rest of the evening, barely raising their voices over a murmur. There's plenty of cuddling and sweet, chaste kisses as they discussed their plans on returning to Ohio that coming weekend. There's nothing really decided, but they both want to just stay in the house most of the time, just being with each other.

They fall asleep facing each other peacefully, small smiles on both of their faces. When Kurt wakes up first the next morning, Blaine's arm will be curled around his waist, his face nuzzling the crook of Kurt's neck. And he'll turn and wake the sleeping man up with a sweet good morning kiss, before ushering the both of them out of bed and into the kitchen for some breakfast. They'll spend the rest of that Saturday with each other, watching Christmas movies and snuggling on the couch together. Blaine will leave the apartment only after a long, lingering kiss, smelling of Kurt's sweet smelling shampoo and his cologne.

It's a pretty perfect weekend, all around.

Blaine and Kurt twined their hands together as they walked up to the front door of Kurt's house. Blaine's nervousness is barely noticeable aside from the bouncing he does on his toes as they stand at the front door, the tapping of his free hand against his leg. He let out a gust of air as they heard footsteps approaching to open the door, and Kurt smiled fondly at him, rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand.

The door swung open to reveal a shorter woman with a kind face, Carole. She greeted them warmly, quickly drawing Kurt into an embrace.

"Oh, honey," she cooed, rubbing a hand on his back. "How are you? How's New York?" Kurt returned her hug, muttering that everything was wonderful and work was busy, as usually.

C'mon in," she said, stepping back. "Finn just got in. He and your father just turned on the sports channel." Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled, stepping around her into the house, calling out to the others.

"And you must be Blaine," she smiled kindly, opening the door wider for him.

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Hudson-Hummel," he's a little unsure of what to call her, but grins all the same, holding out his hand.

She chuckled, taking his hand and pulling him into a hug. He stumbled over his feet a little a little, surprised, but the gesture not unwelcomed. "Call me Carole," she said.

"Carole," he affirmed, and she smiled, ushering him deeper into the house.

Kurt's father is a mechanic and wore a baseball cap and if Blaine was honest, looked like one of the last type of men who would accept a gay son. But his face was kind and even though Blaine can see that he is silently judging him the entire time (not unsurprisingly) the way he looks at Kurt when he pulled him into a hug made Blaine's heart ache a little.

"I'm Blaine," he introduced himself, holding his hand to shake.

"Burt." The older man took his hand firmly.

Blaine was thankful that Finn's there, as he welcomed Blaine like he's an old friend, and it's nice to have a somewhat familiar presence in the room aside from Kurt. They sat and watched the game together as Carole and Kurt went to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. There was a slightly awkward silence as the three of them sat together, Blaine waited for the inevitable questioning and/or threats that are to come, Burt waited to see when is the appropriate time to give them, and Finn sat there alternating between watching the game, and eyeing the space between them. Burt started talking to Finn about sports, and Blaine's thankful for a topic he can participate in. He saw Burt smile slightly, and he hoped that this was a sign that he was making a good impression.

Kurt and Carole called them when the food was ready, and they went into the kitchen. Blaine immediately went to help carry out the food, taking a plate of chicken out of Carole's hand easily.

"Oh, honey, I've got it," she said, but she smiled gratefully.

"Don't worry about it." He flashed a grin at her.

He passed Kurt as he walked out. "Turning on the charm, are you Mr. Anderson?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he whispered back.

They sat around the table together, passing the food around. Finn started to pile his plate high with food, and then suffered under the gaze from his mother.

"What?" he exclaimed. "I'm a growing boy."

"Finn, dear," Carole said kindly, yet firmly. "You're in your mid-twenties now. That excuse does not work like it used to."

Finn wilted, but took a significantly less amount of chicken. The others took more normal amounts of food, and they all started to make regular table talk.

"So, Blaine," Carole started after taking a bite of food, "what do you do for a living?"

Blaine waited until he finished chewing and reached for a glass of water. "I teach AP English at a high school not too far from the city. I coach the Glee club there as well."

"Now, were you in Glee club during high school as well?"

"Mmhm," he nodded. "The Dalton Academy Warblers. We competed against McKinley a few times."

"Dalton. That's the private school in Westerville, isn't it?" Burt asked. When Blaine nodded he continued. "We thought about sending Kurt there a few times. Impressive school. Where did you go to college?"

Blaine swallowed another mouthful. "Princeton." Eyes widened and ever Finn's eyebrows rose a little. Kurt grinned happily, rubbing Blaine's thigh under the table a little. The conversation around the table turned to the two other boys who had come home, and Blaine relaxed a little.

Kurt and Carole escaped to the living room when dinner was done, leaving the other three to wash up. Finn went to wipe up the table while Blaine rinsed the dishes, placing them into the dishwasher. He felt Burt casting looks to him every so often as he packed the leftovers away.

"You're a good guy, Blaine," Burt admitted, closing the fridge door. "And you make Kurt happy, given the way he talks about you every time he calls."

"Thank you, sir."

"Just don't hurt him, okay? I'm not asking you to, you know, commit to anything right now, but don't hurt him. He went through a lot in high school, and he's just now being able to express himself without constant judgment all around."

"I know. I wouldn't dream of it, sir."

Burt came up behind him, clapping him on the back. "Call me Burt."

Blaine lay on Kurt's bed after they went up to sleep, watching as his boyfriend unpacked their luggage. He had wanted to help, but the other had forbidden him to, pulling out each article of clothing carefully and meticulously putting them away.

"Are you sure you don't want help?" he asked as Kurt refolded a t-shirt.

"Seriously, Blaine, it's fine. I have a system"

Blaine nodded, twisting his hands nervously. "Do you think your parents liked me?"

Kurt looked up, putting the last shirt away and putting the bag into the closet before answering. "Blaine, they loved you. Honestly. My dad has grudgingly accepted that he can't find a fault with you and that means he's impressed. And you charmed the pants off of Carole." He gave his boyfriend a quick peck. "Stop worrying."

Blaine woke up early that next morning, curled around Kurt. He sighed and rolled over onto his back, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep again, so he carefully left the bed, deciding to go down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He kissed his boyfriend's cheek softly, smiling fondly when Kurt made little noises in his sleep.

He quietly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, pouring a glass of water from the fridge. He took it to the living room, looking around the Hudson- Hummel home as he drank. There were pictures of Kurt and Finn on the walls and shelves, mostly from holidays or glee competitions. He walked further into the room, and then noticed a simple white wood-and-glass door, leading towards a sunroom he hadn't noticed.

He opened door, glancing around the room before entering. It was a small, narrow room, with wide windows along the back wall, pale purple curtain framing each. Blaine took in the shelves lining some of the walls, smelling a sweet scent of a lady's perfume that wasn't really present throughout the rest of the house. There were plenty of pictures in this room as well, on the walls and shelves, some on the standard brown upright piano against the far left wall. All of them were slightly weathered and yellow with age, depicting a pretty young woman with wavy brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

Kurt's mother.

Blaine sucked in a breath, placing the glass of water on a table and walking closer to the pictures on the piano, eventually sitting down on the bench in front of it. He noticed the clear similarities between her and Kurt, especially in the eyes and the gracefulness that emanated from the pictures. He looked down at the piano, resting his hands on the pale ivory keys, hitting a few. He was surprised to hear that the piano was perfectly in tuned, letting out soft, muffled notes. He heard someone gently enter the room behind him, and knew who it was without turning around.

His hands found their own place on the piano, starting to play a soft intro. Kurt sat down next to him, neither one speaking to each other, not wanting to break the mood of the room. Blaine continued to play, his head full of memories of a December from years ago, his voice soft and full of emotion as he began to sing.

Christmas night, another fight

Tears, we cried a flood

Got all kinds of poison in

Of poison in my blood

I took my feet to Oxford Street

Trying to right a wrong

Just walk away, those windows say

But I can't believe she's gone

When you're still waiting for the snow to fall

Doesn't really feel like Christmas at all

Kurt started singing the next verse, and Blaine let his voice wash over him, tears prickling in his eyes.

A group of candles on air flicker

Oh they flicker and they float

And I'm up here holding onto all those chandeliers of hope

Like some drunken Elvis singing

I go singing out of tune

Saying how I always loved you darling

And I always will

When you're still waiting for the snow to fall

Doesn't really feel like Christmas at all

Still waiting for the snow to fall

Doesn't really feel like Christmas at all

They sang together, their voices twisting around each other perfectly. Kurt watched as Blaine played the instrumental part of the song before they sang the final part again.

Those Christmas lights, light up the street

Down where the sea and city meet

May all your troubles soon be gone

Oh Christmas lights, keep shining on

Those Christmas lights, light up the street

Maybe they'll bring her back to me

Then all my troubles will be gone

Oh Christmas lights, keep shining on

Oh Christmas lights, light up the street

Light the fireworks in me

May all your troubles soon be gone

Those Christmas lights keep shining on.

Blaine finished softly, listening as the final notes descended into silence. He let out a shuddering breath, blinking back tears as he began speaking.

"My mother left, a week or two before Christmas, when I was fifteen. They'd been fighting for a few months, ever since I had come out. My dad wanted to send me to a camp," Kurt didn't need to ask what kind of camp, "but my mother accepted me, at least more than he did. They got an official divorce a few weeks later."

Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but Blaine held up a hand to stop him, determined to finish explaining.

"She lost the custody battle, because she didn't have a stable job at the time, and my dad was a big-time lawyer. He didn't want me to see her, so I only saw her a few times a year, usually around our birthdays or Thanksgiving, which was always a holiday her family did." He took in another breath, finishing his story. "It's why I didn't want to go to my dad's house for Christmas."

A hand covered his, and Kurt's soft lips pressed against his cheek. He leaned into Kurt as arms came to wrap around his waist.

"Is that your mom?" he asked, already knowing the answer but desperate to change the subject.

Kurt nodded, leaning his cheek against Blaine's hair. "She died, right before Christmas when I was eight. Cancer," he explained. "I started setting up this room before I left for college. I call my dad a lot to make sure it's cleaned and the piano is tuned."

"I'm sorry," Blaine said, staring at the pictures on the piano. Kurt shrugged beside him.

"It's okay. I'm over it now. And whenever I miss her, I come here and remember her."

The two sat together on the piano bench in the early morning light, surrounded by each other and Elizabeth Hummel's perfume.

They flew home after Christmas closer than before, both knowing that it was a rather significant step in their relationship, at least to them. The rest of December came and went, and when New Years Eve rolled around, they stayed in Kurt's apartment rather than going out, curled on his bed together, chatting and drinking hot cocoa together. And when the clock struck twelve and the new year began, they shared a sweet kiss, full of promise.

Okay, so I sort of copped out with the ending. And it's ridiculously cheesy. BUT. I do have another New Years fic coming up (although it will be rated M).

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