"Wanky," Santana smirked as she entered the apartment she shared with Blaine. The sight that greeted her was bordering on pornographic, the leather easy-chair used for so much more than lounging. Blaine and Kurt though fully clothed looked a little wide-eyed and debauched when they looked up to see the disturbance. Both had slightly open tops where lips had grazed soft skin and dark eyes which showed they were only a few seconds away from needing the bed. Kurt and Blaine quickly adjusted themselves upon realising Santana was there and Kurt went to pour drinks. He looked embarrassed, a hint of pink on his cheeks and he avoided Santana's inquisitive expression. Blaine, on the other hand, looked a little proud and walked more confidently towards her.

"Seriously though," she said, taking her painful shoes off and walking to the fridge to get a drink, "If I'm supposed to pretend that nothing's going on, you need to show me there's nothing going on, otherwise I'm all up on that and I'll pull up a chair." Kurt pulled a face and walked a little closer, shaking his head at Blaine in case he was interested in the idea. Blaine laughed.

"Ok, ok," Blaine said, trying to appease Kurt and Santana, "We'll tone it down."

"No just get a room," she said winking and taking her drink to her own room.

Thanksgiving came along and instead of spending it with family as was Kurt's custom, everyone seemed to decide to stay in New York. Rachel's dads were going on a cruise, so Finn stayed in New York too and Blaine's family were going to the Caribbean and although they invited Blaine, one look at Kurt made him think of staying behind. Once Santana heard they were all staying she quickly invited herself and Brittany and Artie, agreeing to spend Christmas with his mother instead, asked to spend Thanksgiving with them too. Kurt cooked with Rachel's help and they all started their own traditions of television to watch and games to play. Although they couldn't decide what to agree on, Kurt cooked too much food and every kind of potato that anyone could have asked for. Everyone was satisfied, everyone was stuffed.

"I can't move," Rachel whined as she attempted to turn on the television by the remote but gave up when she realised she'd have to lift her arm up.

"I know," Brittany said after a comfortable silence, "We should say what we're thankful for, you know as it's thanksgiving."

Everyone nodded their head in agreement. Most said they were thankful for family or friends, some said the beautiful fall weather. When it came to Blaine's turn he deliberately avoided Kurt's eyes but he announced to the room that he was thankful for love and although it wasn't new years yet, he wished and hoped that in the New Year he would find it. Everyone ahhed and awwed but Santana smiled to herself and noticed despite Kurt's turned down expression that he was smiling, his eyes twinkling.

"What about worst thanksgivings?" Brittany said, "What's everyone's worst thanksgiving?"

Everyone thought about it and Santana started to laugh.

"Ooh I know Artie's worst thanksgiving," she said giggling, "That time when Brittany put the turkey on her head to scare him. She came into the choir room and as he wheeled himself in, I'd never seen him look so frightened. I thought you'd have a heart attack," she said pointing to Artie, who looked like he might be sick at the memory.

"You never did say why turkeys scare you so much," Kurt said and Artie began the story of when he was a child and he'd had a dream that the turkey he was to have with his mum the following day, came alive and spoke to him, begging him to keep him alive. He'd never been able to eat them since and always looked a little closely at it, just in case it spoke to him. Everyone laughed in sympathy.

"Well that's Artie's worst, what about you Blaine?" Santana asked. Kurt looked a little worried at his best friend and his lover. He already knew the story.

"When my parents split up," he said sadly, "They had only just decided to divorce when thanksgiving came along and to keep the semblance of normality they thought it would be best to have a family thanksgiving. They couldn't get past the first course without bickering and it escalated into a bigger fight. I ended up in my room watching films loudly to cover the noise."

Kurt stroked his arm in sympathy knowing it was a painful memory and although Santana and Blaine thought nothing of it, they didn't notice everyone's eyes trained on the small gesture. Everyone eventually swapped silly stories, funny memories and happier times and after a while, stomachs felt a little emptier and pie was dished out. No one really noticed Blaine slip out a little later, apart from Kurt who watched as he finished the washing up. He gave him some time, then while everyone was watching a movie he slipped out too and wandered over to Blaine's apartment that he shared with Santana.

"You ok?" Kurt asked as he walked in. Blaine was sitting in his big reclining armchair. He looked so small in its oversized brown leather and Kurt came over to sit on the arm of the chair and stroke Blaine's hair where a few curls had escaped its gelled confines.

"Yeah, just rang my mum to see how she was," Blaine replied, closing his eyes as Kurt continued to weave his magic and relax him.

"How is she?"

"She's ok; Cooper came home for Thanksgiving and will be leaving tomorrow so I think I'll visit in the next few days."

"That's a good idea," Kurt said, "Did you ring your dad?"

"Yeah, just a short conversation this time, he's enjoying time with his new younger family so I didn't want to intrude."

Kurt knew of Blaine's half-sister and his step-mum but they didn't discuss it often. Kurt knew enough to know that Blaine felt excluded in the new family as if his dad just wanted the chance to start again and forget he had left mistakes behind.

"Is there anything I can do?" Kurt asked quietly as Blaine's eyes remained closed. "They're watching a film next door if you wanted to join us?"

"No, I'll be ok here thanks," Blaine said, finally opening his eyes and looking up at Kurt adorably. "Thanks for the offer but I think I just need some time alone, if that's ok?"

"Of course it is Blaine," Kurt said, still stroking the nape of his neck, "If you change your mind, I'm only a door away."

They kissed chastely and Kurt left Blaine sad in his chair, left alone with his thoughts.

A couple of hours passed, people falling asleep on the sofa watching the final parts of the movie and Kurt kept watching the clock and the door to see if Blaine would eventually join them. When he still hadn't entered the apartment as the credits rolled, Kurt decided to go to find him again. As Santana had brought a turkey too, explaining that you could never have enough turkey, they had one that had remained in the fridge, cold and white. With the others busy in other rooms or distracted by television, Kurt quickly slipped it out of the fridge and left the apartment. Taking a deep breath he took out all the insides and placed it on his head, trying to breathe through his mouth so he couldn't smell too much of the dead bird's insides. The thought almost made him gag. He knocked on the door of Blaine's apartment and waited.

"Kurt?" Blaine said incredulously as he opened the door, "What are you doing?"

"Wait, wait," Kurt said, his voice muffled inside the turkey. He put the fez on the turkey's head and stood patiently.

"Kurt, I know what you're doing but I don't think I'm in the mood, I don't think this will work."

"No, look...." Kurt continued as he placed oversized yellow sunglasses on the turkey's head, the ensemble complete. Blaine, previously determined not to laugh, couldn't help a smile that stretched his face, unbeknownst to Kurt who remained inside the turkey.

"I'll bet this will work," Kurt said and he began to shimmy as only Kurt knew how and he turned around shaking his tush and Blaine started to laugh. He loved that Kurt was doing this to make him laugh, loved how he cared and wanted to make him feel better and he laughed louder.

"You're so great," he said amidst his laughter, "I love you." The laughter died on Blaine's lips as Kurt froze, mid-shimmy and he turned slowly to face Blaine behind the turkey.

"What?" Kurt said slowly, his head ridiculous behind the turkey and the sunglasses and the hat.

"Nothing, I said you're great, then I stopped right there," Blaine said, slightly panicked, worried he'd said it too early, would scare Kurt off.

"You said you loved me," Kurt said, "I can't believe this..."

Blaine just waited in silence.

"You love me," Kurt said slowly and Blaine knew the game was up.

"Yes I do love you," Blaine said quietly and he took Kurt's hand to stop him from turning. "Is that ok?"

"Of course it is Blaine," Kurt said, "I love you too."

"You do?"

"Blaine, I know this started off as a casual fling but you're my best friend, always will be and I've been falling for you for quite a while."

"Me too," Blaine whispered.

"Well then," Kurt said a laugh in his voice, "Can I take this turkey off my head? It really smells in here!"