"You know Kurt, if that Anderson kid is your boyfriend, you can tell us." Brittany said, taking a seat on Kurt's bed next to him and Santana while taking a bite out of a chocolate covered strawberry.

"Yeah," Santana agreed, lacing her fingers with Brittany's.

Kurt shrugged and blushed a rosy pink. "Guys—it was a onetime thing. Just a few pecks here and there one night." He plucked a strawberry off of the tray sitting in front of him on his neatly made up bed and took a bite out of it. He reached up to his chin and wiped off a dribble of strawberry juice that had left his mouth and trailed down his face. "Plus, he hasn't even mentioned it, and it's been what? Practically two weeks since we kissed?" He asked, already knowing he was correct.

Both Santana and Brittany grumbled in agreement and they sat there silently for a few moments, nibbling off of the snack they had made.

Suddenly, Brittany asked, "What are you getting him for Christmas, Kurt?"

Again, he shrugged his shoulders. "Honestly, I have no idea." He crossed his legs underneath him and plucked another strawberry in his mouth. He turned in the general direction of his two best friends and thought about whether he should actually get Blaine something, or not.

Christmas is only a mere two weeks way, and Kurt had all his shopping done—thanks to the help from his friends and his father when needed. The thought had played over in his head multiple times while he'd been out shopping—Would Blaine like this? Should I get him this? If I do, what would he think of it?—but he had never gone through with it. He'd never gotten the courage to ask Burt if he thought Blaine might like the ideas he had in mind, so he just discouraged the thought and put it in the far corner of his mind.

"Well, it should be something pretty." Brittany simply stated.

Kurt let out a laugh and his shoulders shook. Santana nudged him playfully and he had to grab onto the edge of the bed before he toppled over onto the ground. He shook his head and immediately had to reach his hand up to stop his glasses from falling off of his face. They had always been a bit big, so he'd gotten used to having to make sure they stayed on his face at all times.

After hours of lying around, eating more snacks, gossiping, listening to music, and talking about their Christmas plans Santana and Brittany decided it was time for their departure for the day.

"See you around," said Santana as she pulled Kurt off of his bed and into a tight hug. He smiled when he breathed in the familiar scent of cocoa and honey.

Brittany came next, practically strangling him with the tightness of her hug. "Love you, Kurt." She said once he pressed his face against her neck and, again, breathed in the scent of fruits and shea butter.

"Love you too, Britt."

After that, he sprawled back onto his bed and took a nap, only to be startled awake hours later by a horrendous nightmare closely resembling his accident that happened only a year ago.

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"You really think I should get him something?" Blaine asked, pulling out a chair from the kitchen table and sitting down. He looked down at the food on his plate and took a bite out of the macaroni.

Cooper mumbled something Blaine couldn't understand due to the food in his mouth. His brother pointed his fork at him, pushed his hair out of his face and swallowed his food. "Yes."

Blaine rolled his eyes. Of course the idea had mulled over in his mind dozens of times when he'd been out shopping. A scarf here or there would make him smile, eyes shining, and think of Kurt. A beret here and there would spark memories of the first time Kurt asked if he could touch Blaine's face because Kurt had looked magnificent in a red beret and white, fitted shirt with a black jacket over it. He'd even seen a few nice violin cases that reminded him of Kurt.

But, he'd scratched that thought away as soon as it came. He'd noticed how tattered Kurt's current case was and thought that he hadn't gotten a new one for a sentimental reason.

"But, Coop, what if he doesn't get me one and it's just really awkward because, it means something to me—he means something to me—and what if he gets scared and—"

"Blaine," Cooper interrupted. "It would obviously mean something to him. I mean, you did tell me he was the one to kiss you, if I remember correctly." He shoveled another bite of food into his mouth and looked at his brother expectantly.

"Yeah—I—he was the one to kiss me, you're right." Blaine mumbled. He shook his head and laid his fork down. He felt sick to his stomach thinking about their kiss and then thinking about the way Blaine was too afraid to bring it up and how Kurt acted as if his lips had never pressed up against Blaine's. "But, we also haven't talked about it. So, what if him kissing me was all some big mistake? Oh god, what if he regrets it…?" Blaine trailed off, laying his head down on the table. He let out an aggravated sigh.

"Stop over exaggerating. It wasn't a mistake and hell Blaine, if he regretted it, do you really think he'd still be hanging out with you practically every day?"

Blaine lifted his head to look over at his brother. Cooper was smirking at him, with his head propped up on his left hand. He'd laid down his fork, also, and was looking at him with concern in his eyes.

"You're right, Coop."

"Oh—I know." His brother boasted, grinning. He scooted his chair back and stood up. He walked over to Blaine and slapped his hand on his back. "That's why, tomorrow, you're going to meet up with Kurt and ask him what he wants for Christmas and go out and buy it for him."

Cooper then walked off, chuckling, and Blaine nodded to himself. C'mon Blaine. Coop's right; you obviously mean something to Kurt.

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"Bye kiddo," Burt said.

Kurt turned to face his dad and smiled. "Bye."

Kurt, once his father had walked back out to the car, turned back to the crowded Lima Bean. The smell of coffee filled his nostrils and a smile lifted up the corners of his lips.

He stood there for a few moments before he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Blaine," Kurt breathed.

"Hey," Blaine replied, sounding almost shy. Kurt smiled even wider than he had been moments before.

Kurt laced his fingers with Blaine's and Blaine led them into the coffee line. They stood there, inching closer to the front every now and then, making small talk about Kurt's day, or Blaine's day, or if Kurt has any concerts coming up. Kurt took note on how shaky Blaine's voice was from time to time.

They finally arrived to the front of the line and ordered their coffees (Blaine, a Medium Drip, and Kurt a Caramel Mocha). Once they had their coffees in the hand that wasn't holding the others, they walked over to the table in the back right corner of the room—Kurt likes to think of it as their table. They sat down together and lapsed into a comfortable silence.

Kurt took a sip from his coffee. He'd been planning on asking Blaine before they left, but he thought right now was better than never, so he asked, "What do you want for Christmas?" at the same time Blaine said, "Is there anything in particular you want for Christmas?"

They started laughing together, their giggles mingling together in perfect harmony. Kurt's cheeks were tinted a light pink and he grabbed at his side due to his laughing fit. The chuckles died down after a minute and Blaine said, "Some bowties would be nice."

Kurt almost spit up his coffee. "Bowties? That just makes picturing what you look like and what you wear even more of a mystery, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine shook his head and he knew he was blushing a furious red. "Yes, bowties." He let out a loud laugh and then heard Kurt giggle. He looked over at Kurt and saw his face was scrunched up and he was showing teeth with the smile that was plastered on his face. He felt his heart pick up a few paces when Kurt laid his hand on the table, palm up, silently asking Blaine to hold it.

He blushed even more and slipped his hand into Kurt's.

"Well, I think bowties are adorable." Kurt said, flashing a smile in Blaine's general location. "I own quite a few actually."

"Really?" asked Blaine.

Kurt nodded his head. "Yeah. Why, is that so hard to believe?" Kurt ask, lifting up a manicured eyebrow.

Laughing, Blaine shook his head no. "Of course not. I'm sure you look mignon."

They sat there in silence after that statement. Blaine's heart started pounding in his chest and he was afraid Kurt was going to be able to hear it. Before Blaine could let his ridiculous rambles sway him into believing he'd screwed everything up with that simple statement Kurt whispered, "Thank you,"

It was a simple statement, but the way Kurt said it broke Blaine's fragile heart. Kurt's voice had cracked, and he'd said it at such a low whisper Blaine almost hadn't heard it. Blaine looked up from his coffee cup he'd taken interest in and noticed Kurt had shrunken back in his seat slightly and was looking down at the table. Then the thought dawned on Blaine: Kurt's never had anyone to compliment him like this. It's all new to him.

Suddenly, he felt a rush of pride flow through him. Pride in the fact he's the first person to tell Kurt these things, when, in reality, he deserves to be told how adorable and perfect he is every day by every person he passes in the halls or on the street.

Blaine cleared his throat and decided to change the subject for Kurt's sake. Kurt lifted his head back up from the table and looked at Blaine.

"So, what do you want for Christmas?"

Blaine felt like he was soaring sky high when he heard a giggle escape from between Kurt's lips. "Some new sheet music would be nice. It's not easy when your violin instructor is a fifty year old women that hasn't updated her sheet music since she was our age."

"Okay," Blaine said, laughing along with Kurt, "Sheet music it is."

After that they sat there and talked about nothing, just basking in the glory of each other's presence.