December seemed to pass by quickly, and it was now almost Christmas — the 22nd, to be exact. Since Wes' family was coming up to New York, he'd agreed to take care of Blaine's cat, along with Kurt's while they were in Ohio for the holiday with the Hummel-Hudson crew. It meant one thing they didn't have to worry about, at least — especially Kurt. He'd packed so much he had to check and double-check his bags, making sure he had all of his necessary clothes and lotions, as well as the presents, including Blaine's shirt, which he'd somehow found the time to finish. 

Since Rachel had already headed down to Ohio the week before, it left the boys with a cab to the airport. After tossing their bags into the trunk, they piled into the vehicle, ready to take off to the airport. They checked their bags in and boarded the plane without any hassle, and they were landed in Ohio before they knew it — mostly because Kurt was absorbed in the latest issue of Vogue while Blaine had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

When they retrieved their stuff from the baggage claim, they made their way outside to where Kurt's family was waiting for them. It was around dinner time when they landed, so Blaine let out a small cheer when Carole informed them she had dinner ready at home. After sharing hugs and 'how are you?'s', they piled themselves, along with their bags, into the SUV and took off towards home. The boys dropped their stuff off up in Kurt's room then headed downstairs for dinner immediately after.

They settled down at the table minutes after, and by the way Blaine was shoveling food onto his plate and into his mouth constantly, Kurt could tell he hadn't been lying when he claimed he was starving at the airport. Now he kind of wished they'd have stopped to get a sandwich or something before boarding the plane to hold him over, since now he vaguely resembled Finn at the moment. Boys, Kurt rolled his eyes.

When dinner was over, both Kurt and Blaine helped Carole with the dishes while Burt and Finn went out to the garage to get the tree and decorations. A huge grin was plastered over Blaine's face when Kurt suggested he helped with the tree. He hadn't really celebrated Christmas since he was a kid — his parents had stopped letting him help set up the tree when he was 10, instead letting the nannies take care of it, and when he was 12, instead of unwrapping a bunch of presents from underneath the tree, his parents would send him random souvenirs from wherever their business trip took place, so to say he was excited about having an actual Christmas would be a definite understatement.

Blaine went straight over to helping Finn set up the tree while Kurt opted for flopping down on the couch and watching in amusement. The tree was almost all the way up when the boys realized it was done wrong. Blaine huffed and tossed one of the branches down onto the floor, earning a giggle from Kurt. The shorter boy spun around to glare at him, only to receive another giggle.

"Shouldn't you be helping?" Blaine wondered in annoyance.

Kurt shook his head, smiling slightly. "Nope," he replied, popping his 'p' before continuing, "I'm the manager of the decorating crew, the rest is up for Finn to finish."

Blaine plopped down next to Kurt when he patted the free spot on the couch. He watched as Finn fumbled more with the branches and lights, this causing him to groan and let his head fall back. "I think I'll stick to the decorating crew from now on."

Kurt giggled and leaned over to kiss him softly before standing up and reaching out his hand, "good choice. Now come on, let's go make some hot chocolate," he cast a look back into the living room as they walked out, "it may be a while."

They came back out after their first cup of hot chocolate was gone, and they brought out three more cups for the others. Thankfully, when they came back, the tree was finally set up and waiting for Kurt and Blaine to cover it with ornaments. Kurt set the tray down on the coffee table before making his way over to the box full of lights and ornaments and tinsel.

When all of the lights and ornaments were strewn across the tree, Kurt took a step back to admire his and Blaine's work. He smiled at how amazing it looked, then bent down to reach for the tinsel, draping it over his shoulders instead of on the tree. He turned towards Blaine and posed, grinning.

"How do I look?"

"Fabulous, baby," Blaine winked, grabbing a hold of one end and draping it over his own shoulders, so that now both boys were tangled in the tinsel. 

Blaine grabbed a hold of Kurt's waist, leaning in slowly to peck Kurt's lips. They pulled apart when they heard a gagging noise behind them, of course coming from Finn. "Get a room," he groaned, flopping down onto the couch with his mug of hot chocolate.

"For you information, Finn, we are in a room. You could always leave if you'd like," Kurt snapped, untangling him and Blaine from the tinsel to drape it over the tree. When they got the tree the way that they wanted it to look, Kurt grabbed for Blaine's hand and excused themselves, claiming that they were exhausted and just wanted to get to bed. With a chorus of 'goodnight's', they made their way up the stairs and down the hall to Kurt's room.

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The next couple of days went well, perfect even. The next day was spent by putting up the rest of the decorations and Kurt spoiling Blaine with samples of the pies and other desserts he'd made. On the morning of Christmas Eve, Blaine hopped down the stairs after Kurt and headed directly to the kitchen to help with getting the food prepared for that night since Kurt's extended family were coming over. While Carole was off doing something, seemingly to be in her own little world, the boys were at the counter peeling potatoes. That's when Blaine's phone went off. Wiping his hands with a towel, he sprinted across the room and grabbed for the phone, answering it quickly without checking who was calling.

"Hello?"

"Blaine, honey! How are you?" a sickeningly cheerful voice bounded from the other line.

Blaine raised his eyebrow. Honey? His mother asking how he was? He knew Christmas was about family, but his mother calling him was a rare occasion. Sure, she was more supportive of his sexuality than his father, but she never really made the effort to contact him after he left Ohio for New York, so why was she attempting to speak with him now? Blaine knew there was a catch to her calling, there just had to be.

"I'm... fine," he answered, confused, "um, mom, I... why are you calling me?"

He heard his mother laugh, but he knew it was fake and forced. "I heard you were in town! Jackie saw you at the airport with a boy, who is your... boyfriend?"

"Yes," he answered without skipping a beat, "but that doesn't explain why you're calling me."

"Well, I was wondering — your father and I are having a party tonight — why don't you come over?"

There it was. Blaine knew it had to be something important if she was inviting him over for Christmas. She hadn't done that since he left Ohio, and even then he knew it was forced. She was just this doing it to be impressive, but Blaine never really understood why. Most of his family — apart from his grandmother and Cooper — had disowned him for being gay, and his parents' friends all hated him for the same reason. Either that or they felt sorry for the way his father treated him but never said anything because his dad owned a huge law firm and it could jeopardize their friendship with him.

"No. I'm staying here in Lima with Kurt's family. With people who actually care about me."

"Blaine, sweetie, you know—"

"No, mother. You don't, and I know you don't. Yes, you may be more supportive of me than dad, but that doesn't necessarily mean you care about me. All I really have left is Cooper! And I don't need you or dad anyway, I'm making it perfectly fine on my own, and Kurt's family is more of a family to me than you ever tried to be, so I don't want to hear any of your bullshit! Goodbye, mom."

With a simple touch of his iPhone's screen, the conversation had ended and Blaine was positively fuming. Why did his mother have to call and ruin his so far perfect day? He looked up after fumbling to slide his phone into his pocket and his eyes immediately softened when he saw Kurt standing at the door frame. He'd told Kurt all about his parents and hearing that story had crushed Kurt. He couldn't believe anyone would ever treat their child like that.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked quietly, taking tentative steps into the living room which Blaine had subconsciously moved into while yelling at his mother.

"Fine," Blaine spat out, though he really didn't mean to. Kurt had done nothing wrong, Blaine had no right to yell or take any of his frustration out at Kurt, but he somehow couldn't stop.

"Blaine—" he started, following the shorter boy out into the hallway.

He turned around, his face burning red and his fists clenched at his sides. This caused Kurt to take a few steps back into the living room, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to—"

"Well, stop!" Blaine shouted, cutting him off. "Just — just leave me the fuck alone."

And with that, Blaine had stormed away. Kurt stood frozen in the the living room, hearing Blaine stomp down the hallway and upstairs. He hadn't realized he was still standing in the same position as before until the front door slammed shut, bringing him back to reality. Kurt blinked and looked around the room. What had just happened? And where did Blaine go? Peeking out the window, Kurt saw him nowhere. This scared him a little, seeing as Blaine really didn't know his way around Lima. Rushing back into the hallway, he slid on his shoes then pulled on his jacket and scarf before taking off outside. He walked up and down the street, but Blaine was nowhere to be seen. Sprinting back down the sidewalk to the house, he pulled out his keys and hurled himself into his Navigator. He drove around the city, finally coming to a stop at the park when he found Blaine curled up on the bench with his guitar.

He rolled down the window at first, just listening to the song.

All along, I tried to pretend it didn't matter 

If I was alone, but deep down I know

If you were gone for even a day I wouldn't know which way to turn

'Cause I'm lost without you

At this, Kurt removed himself from the car and made his way around so now that he was leaning up against the door of the passenger's side, his arms crossed over his chest and listening intently as Blaine continued singing.

I know it gets hard sometimes

But I could never leave your side

No matter what I say

Blaine opened his eyes, looking up to see Kurt standing in front of him. He hadn't expected him to follow, but he was extremely glad he did. Kurt's presence though didn't stop him from playing and he proceeded to recite the chorus.

'Cause if I wanted to go I would have gone by now

But I really need you near me, to keep my mind off the edge

If I wanted to leave I would have left by now

But you're the only one that knows me

Better than I know myself

He abandoned his guitar, instead opting to sing the bridge a capella right to Kurt. He stood and grabbed his hand in his own, looking right into Kurt's eyes.

"I get kind of dark, let it go too far, I can be obnoxious at times," he rested his head on Kurt's shoulder and licked his chin at the 'obnoxious' part, causing Kurt to giggle a little and roll his eyes, but it didn't stop Blaine from singing.

"But try and see my heart, 'cause I need you now, so don't let me down," he sang, then quieted his voice, whispering the last part, his eyes starting to mist.

"You're the only thing in this world I would die without..."

The boys were silent for a while, just staring into each other's eyes, but Blaine was the first to break the silence with his usual babbling.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt, I didn't mean to blow up at you like that. I love you, I'm sorry, my mother she just — you were trying to help and I — I —"

Kurt grabbed his arms, holding him firmly, but not hurting him. Kurt's eyes were deep and sincere as he interrupted with his own words. 

"Blaine, shh. Was I a little hurt with the way you acted? Yes, but I forgive you. You were angry with your mother and while I don't know exactly what happened, I'm sure you had a good reason to be."

The shorter boy wiggled out of Kurt's grip and snaked his arms around Kurt's waist, resting his head on his chest, closing his eyes for a moment. "Thank you, Kurt," he whispered.

"Of course, sweetheart. Now, come on, let's go home."

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Thankfully the rest of the day went on without any mishaps and it seemed like the rest of Kurt's family really took a liking to him, especially the kids, since Blaine was like a child anyway. They played hide and seek and watched Disney movies until it was time to leave, all while Kurt sat back and watched. That was actually a moment for him — seeing Blaine like this had made him realize that what he really wanted in life was to marry Blaine and spend the rest of their lives together, hopefully adopting kids of their own. Yes, Kurt loved fashion and performing, and he would never stop doing any of it, but what he wanted was to raise a family with the love of his life. For now though, he would just keep it to himself until he felt it was the right time to tell Blaine.

Everyone got up early the next morning and after finishing up with breakfast, they all headed into the living room for presents. Carole and Finn sat around the tree, passing out the gifts while Burt, Kurt, and Blaine took the couch. They turned on the tv, flipping to some random channel that was playing a Christmas movie while they exchanged the presents. Blaine had no idea what to get Kurt's family, but he didn't want to not get them anything, so he just put his name on whatever Kurt got them. Which ended up being tools for Burt, since Kurt knew he hadn't bought new tools in forever, a scarf for Carole, and a new football jersey for Finn. Blaine hadn't really expected to get anything in return from the Hummel-Hudson's, but he was extremely appreciative when he received three new bowties and a cardigan.

Kurt was just as surprised as Blaine when he opened up his gifts — it took a while, but going by the new pair of Doc Martens and the Alexander McQueen scarf and bowtie, he finally got through to his dad and step-mother, but mostly his dad, even though he was sure he asked Carole for help. He was even appreciative of Finn's present, which was a new sketch pad. He'd been needing a new one for a while, since his previous one was getting filled up, but he'd never got to it, so this caused him to set his new items down and pull his brother into a hug.

Next was Kurt and Blaine's exchange, and Blaine was starting to feel slightly sick as Carole handed Kurt the small box. With a small quirk of his eyebrow, Kurt unwrapped the paper, revealing a velvety box. Kurt's eyes widened and his mouth dropped as he turned to Blaine. "Blaine, is this—"

"No," Blaine shook his head. It wasn't actually, though he planned on giving one to Kurt sometime, but just not now. "Just open it," he urged.

Kurt did as told and lifted the lid, a silver band sparkling brightly in the box. Kurt picked it up slowly and twirled it carefully between his fingers. It was just what Kurt would've picked out and he let out a choked sob when he saw the 'Kurt & Blaine' engraved on the inside. "Oh, Blaine!" he squealed, launching himself into the boy's arms.

Blaine held him tightly, resting his chin on the other boy's shoulder. "I love you so much, Kurt," he whispered in his ear, "and that ring is just to show you that I'll be here forever. It's not exactly an engagement ring — yet — but I just wanted to give you a reminder of how in love with you I am."

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt choked out once more, "I cannot believe you would do that for me." Sitting back, he wiped at his eyes and laughed lamely. "Now I'm not entirely sure if I want to give you my presents — they're nothing compared to this." He held up the ring once more, at eye height, until Blaine took it and grabbed for his hand, slipping the ring into his finger gently.

"I bet whatever you got me, though you really didn't have to, is going to be perfect, Kurt."

Kurt shrugged, but gestured to the last two presents underneath the tree, which could only be Blaine's. Carole handed them to him, to which he then handed them to Blaine. The shorter boy squeezed his hand lightly and gave him a reassuring smile before focusing on unwrapping the paper. The first package was soft and squishy, which could only mean it was an article of clothing. Blaine smiled to himself, thinking of course.

Kurt had repeatedly nagged him about his closet and drawers being filled with mostly 'grandpa' clothes, so he wasn't exactly surprised to find Kurt bought him clothes. When he finished unwrapping the paper and took the top off of the box, his eyes went wide, and even wider when he  pulled the garment out. He'd never seen anything like it before — it was soft and silky, and the perfect shade of light blue.

"Where did you find this? Kurt, it's perfect," he said in awe, his honey eyes as wide as a doe.

Kurt only smiled, shaking his head. "I made it," he answered nonchalantly.

Blaine about dropped the shirt at the answer. "No way — Kurt — oh, wow. I love it." He pulled Kurt into a hug, almost crushing the taller boy. When he gasped for a breath, that's when he pulled back.

"Open your next present, dummy," Kurt encouraged.

He obeyed Kurt's instructions and pulled off the paper from the next package. He had opened it upside down, so on the top was a record. An Elvis record. His favourite Elvis record; that his father had destroyed after getting angry at him for not deciding to stay in Ohio and go to college for law. He searched, but he'd never found it anywhere again. He didn't even know how Kurt had figured out he would like this — but he was extremely glad he did. Setting it down gently, he picked up the next item. It was smaller — a cd. He turned it over and oh my god. His eyes almost bulged out of his sockets. He stared at the signed Pink cd in his lap, gawking at it.

"Kurt — how—" he started, when he finally, somewhat, found the ability to speak again.

Kurt only smiled smugly, knowing that this, yes, Blaine would love. "I have connections," he winked back.

Blaine inched closer to Kurt, mere inches away from his face, his lips hovering right in front of Kurt's, but not yet touching. "You are the love of my life," he said softly before  connecting their lips.

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Two days later, the boys were making their way through the airport, ready to board the flight that would be taking them back to New York. They didn't have to go back so soon, and Rachel was determined to convince them to stay in Ohio until after New Years, but in the end, they decided to just head back home. When they got back to Kurt's apartment, they made a quick lunch, then Blaine and McQueen had an intense stare down for Kurt's affection. In the end, the cat had won and plopped down onto Kurt's lap with triumph, giving Blaine what looked like a smug look. Blaine only flopped down on the couch, huffing in defeat. Kurt giggled at this and ruffled his hair, causing the other boy to pout. "I got beat. By a cat."

When it started to get dark outside, Blaine suggested Kurt come stay over at his place until the holiday ended. Kurt was hesitant at first, since he was exhausted and just wanted to sleep, but after giving it a bit of thought, he agreed. His fatigue didn't matter much if it meant he got to spend more time with Blaine, even though after spending a week with him, he should be ready to kill Blaine. But no, that was the thing about each other — they spent as much time with each other as they could, never running out of things to talk about or really getting on each other's nerves. They argued a little and there were little things that slightly annoyed them about each other, sure, but it wasn't a big deal. Overall, their feelings overcame everything else. They were the perfect couple, really. The "sickeningly cute and perfect" couple according to Wes.

Kurt hopped off the couch, heading down to his room to collect his things. Blaine and McQueen continued to scowl at each other as Kurt disappeared, laughing quietly to himself. He pulled his duffle out of his closet, realizing he'd have to pack up everything again, even though he'd sorted it out and unpacked just a few hours ago. Tossing his moisturizers into his makeup bag, he zipped up the duffle bag and pulled it onto his shoulder, venturing back out into the living room. Blaine noticed Kurt struggling with the bag and jumped up, immediately grabbing it from his grip, causing Kurt to sigh in relief.

"You're just staying a few days, do you really need all this stuff?"

The taller boy only glared down at his boyfriend, "yes. I must warn you, if I didn't bring my lotions, I would look like a descendant of Frankenstein's monster."

Blaine scrunched up his nose, making a noise that sounded sort of like "eww."

Kurt leaned in to smack the back of Blaine's head before gathering up McQueen and his things, coaxing him into his carrier with a treat.

"I was kidding! You're beautiful just the way you are, Kurt, and I will love you no matter how you look," Blaine said softly, looking right into Kurt's eyes, earning a small blush in return. Blaine only smiled as they headed downstairs and called for a cab.

The next few days were spent with cuddling, cuddling, and more cuddling. Thankfully the cats got along well, so there was no problem with that. While Kurt and Blaine were curled up on Blaine's bed, watching Grease, the cats were on the other side of the room chasing around a ball of fuzz, falling ontop of each other as they readied themselves to pounce on the little ball. Kurt's focus was on the movie, Blaine's on the cats, and he chuckled when the cats got themselves tangled together.

The morning of New Years Eve, Kurt had woken up early. He was lying in bed for about half an hour until he realized there was no chance of him falling asleep again. With a groan, he untangled himself from Blaine's grip easily and pushed himself out of the bed, heading for the bathroom as quietly as he could without waking his boyfriend. He closed the door and set to work on moisturizing his face. It was only 8am, so he wasn't going to bother with getting dressed, showering or fixing his hair just yet. His skin, though, would not be happy if he'd skipped over his normal routine.

When he was finished, he headed out to the kitchen. First he started up the coffee maker, thankful that he only had to turn it on because he wasn't in the mood to really mess with it. Rubbing swiftly at his eyes he turned to the fridge, rummaging through all of the crap Blaine thought he needed to have in there. Most of it was junk food that was definitely not healthy and Kurt wrinkled his nose. Finally though, he'd settled on making eggs and waffles. It was small, smaller than what he normally had, but it would work. 

Halfway through finishing cooking, Blaine made an appearance. His eyes were full of sleep and his hair was sticking up all over the place, but Kurt couldn't help but smile at him lovingly. "Good morning, beautiful," he whispered, leaning over to peck Blaine's lips quickly before tossing the food onto a plate.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist from the back and he could feel him smiling against his neck. "Mm, you're the beautiful one here." He peeked over Kurt's shoulder and sniffed. "Smells good, what are you making?"

"Eggs, waffles, and toast," Kurt answered back simply, tossing another waffle onto the plate. "As much as I love this position, if you want to eat, you have to move, sweetie."

Blaine frowned a little, but pulled his hands away and backed up, moving over to the table. He was a total sucker for Kurt's cooking. No matter what he made, Blaine knew that it was going to be amazing. He shifted a little in his seat, waiting for Kurt to bring him his plate. His mouth was literally starting to water from the smell, so he could only imagine how the food would actually taste. Kurt came back out a few minutes later, two plates balanced in one hand, and coffee in the other. Some people might get on him for going through all of this and serving Blaine, but he honestly didn't care. He loved serving and spoiling Blaine and he didn't care what anyone else said. They weren't in this relationship, so they had no business dictating it.

When his plate was set in front of him, Blaine dug in immediately. His eyes closed and he tossed his head back, melting into the bite. "Ugh, this is so amazing," he moaned.

Kurt sat down across from him and frowned after nibbling a piece of toast. "You're going to choke."

Blaine swallowed the bite and took a sip of his coffee, turning to his boyfriend, offering a cheeky smile. "Can't help it. Your food is so good."

Kurt giggled, "thank you."

After finishing breakfast, the boys cleaned up their glasses and plates, then Kurt headed to the bathroom for a shower. Five minutes into it, Blaine decided that the boy might need some help. He stepped into the bathroom quietly and stripped out of his clothes, pushing back the curtain and slipping into the shower so that Kurt's back was facing him. He couldn't help but let his eyes trail down to Kurt's naked butt, and he also couldn't help but reach forward, causing the boy in front of him to yelp when he grabbed onto it.

Kurt whipped around to glare at the boy and he only smiled cheekily once more. "I thought you could use some help," he winked, grabbing onto his hips and pulling him closer so that now their wet, naked bodies were pushed flush up against each other.

"Blaine, I really need to bathe," he whined out, but gasped when he felt Blaine's lips on his neck, sucking and licking on that spot.

"Let me help you, then."

"Blaine."

"Kurt."

The taller boy rolled his eyes. "Let me at least wash my hair first."

Blaine looked up hopefully, his eyes big and doe-like. "Can I?"

"Yes," Kurt answered without even thinking. He closed his eyes when he felt Blaine's fingers run through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly. "Mm, Blaine. That feels wonderful."

Blaine smiled, running his fingers through the boy's hair a few moments longer before stopping, causing Kurt to pout. 

"Rinse," Blaine instructed. "Then we can have some fun."

Kurt rolled his eyes again, but did as told. When they were both clean, they stumbled out of the shower and into Blaine's room, not even bothering to put any clothes on since they would all come off when they reached the bedroom anyway.

They tumbled onto the bed in an awkward position, but neither boy seemed to care at that moment. "You taste so good," Blaine moaned out, sinking down to suck on Kurt's neck once more, leaving a small, red mark.

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A while later, after the boys finished lunch, they flopped down on the couch. Just before, they'd finsished playing Monopoly, which Blaine had somehow managed to convince Kurt to play since he wasn't a big fan of board games, and when the game ended, he realized why.

"You're such a cheater, Blaine," Kurt rolled his eyes.

Blaine pressed his hand over his chest and gasped. "I am not."

"You are. However, I'll let it go because you're cute."

Blaine only winked back in response, knowing from the beginning if he played the adorable card, he'd be able to get away with it. He'd probably be able to get away with anything, actually...

The channel was turned on to Keeping Up With the Kardashians, though neither boy was really paying attention to what was going on. It was quiet for a while as the boys watched the television with no real focus. Blaine however, seemed to be in some deep trance. Even Kurt snapping his fingers in front of his face hadn't worked. Finally, though, Blaine turned to Kurt and suggested they go down to Times Square. They knew it was going to be hectic, and had decided days ago to stay in and just have a party of their own. Kurt raised his eyebrow, wondering why Blaine had suddenly changed his mind. He didn't question it, though, and instead just agreed. 

After changing, they headed out of the apartment and towards the direction of Times Square, which was already busy, minus it being New Years Eve. When they got there, Kurt's eyes widened. It was complete and utter madness. If the people there were all teenage girls, Kurt would've thought this was some sort of Justin Bieber riot or something. Though if it was, he would grab Blaine and swiftly go back home. Because he would not want to be in the mess, not to mention he couldn't stand Justin Bieber. They moved forward into the huge crowd. It wasn't even that late, so he couldn't imagine how late it was going to be when it got later.

They browsed around a few stores and even stopped into a restaurant for dinner before going back out and waiting for the celebration to start. It was more crowded now, which was to be expected, and everything was starting to get closed off. There were also people roaming around, passing out New Years hats and party blowers. Blaine of course, reached over and snagged one of each for himself and Kurt. 

When the music started playing, Kurt cheered along with everyone else. Some of the selections weren't really his style, but that wasn't going to stop him from having fun. And with all of the energy radiating off of Blaine, he couldn't help but join in dancing and singing. The night progressed and soon it was almost midnight. Blaine reached over to hold Kurt's hand in his, giving him a goofy smile as they counted down.

"Five!" Everyone shouted.

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Blaine turned to face Kurt and leaned in slowly, closing the gap between each other. He pressed their lips together in a soft, passionate kiss that Kurt couldn't help but melt into. They didn't let it get too heated, but it still left the both of them breathless. Blaine closed his eyes for a moment, pressing his forehead against Kurt's. He opened his eyes and his lips tugged into a smile.

"Happy New Year, Kurt," he whispered with another kiss.