There was no other word to describe how Kurt felt the moment he stepped foot inside of Blaine's apartment Christmas Eve but nervous. He wished that he was able to see his surroundings, because in that moment he wanted nothing more than to see the place where Blaine lives. He imagines it being small, a tight fit for him and his brother, but very warm and inviting all the same.

When he felt Blaine grasp his wrist his nerves went down a notch, but he still could feel butterflies roaming around his stomach. In the hand Blaine was trying to get a hold of, Kurt was holding his cane, and in his other one he was clutching onto his gift for Blaine. Burt had helped him pick it out, and Kurt only prayed—for the millionth time—that Blaine would actually like what he'd picked out for him. Silently, a voice in the back of his head told him to stop worrying and enjoy his evening at Blaine's place, and he told himself that he would do exactly that.

"Here, give me that." Blaine said, grabbing for Kurt's cane. Being in an unfamiliar place, Kurt didn't want to let go of it, because he knew he would in fact need it to get around. He gripped his cane slightly tighter.

Apparently Blaine caught on to what Kurt was thinking because he then said, "I'll help you around. I know how much you hate this thing." Kurt turned to look at where he knew Blaine was standing. He let a smile flit across his face for a moment and he loosened his grip on the cane he hates so much. Blaine grabbed it from him and sat it against the wall.

"I, um—here, this is for you." Kurt said, thrusting the gift forward slightly so that Blaine could grab it. When Blaine didn't grab it immediately, Kurt shook it a little, as if that would grab Blaine's attention and make him take the gift from his hand.

Finally Blaine grabbed the gift from Kurt's hand. "Thanks."

Kurt nodded his head. He smiled and said, "So, are you going to invite me in, or am I only allowed to stand beside the front door all night?"

When Kurt heard a chuckle he felt his nerves go down once again. "Of course," Blaine said, looping his arm through the crook of Kurt's elbow.

"Coop, really? C'mon, stop it!" Blaine said, pushing his brother away from Kurt, who had been trying to run his fingers through his hair.

"But—but, it's so thick…" Cooper said, staring at Kurt before looking at Blaine again, smiling. "Okay, yeah, sorry. You two have fun." And, with a wink, Cooper was walking upstairs to his bedroom.

Blaine sat down on the couch next to Kurt and patted his shoulder so that he would turn Blaine's way. "I—wow, sorry about Coop. He's kind of… Weird." Blaine finished with a laugh.

Kurt nodded in agreement. "The attention was cute, but no one messes with my hair." Kurt chuckles.

Blaine laughs and then the room goes quiet. "Oh, wait here, I'll go get the gifts so we can open them together."

With one last look at Kurt's angelic face, Blaine left Kurt alone in the living area and made his way to the hallway were the gifts were sitting on a table. He picked his gift for Kurt up, then Kurt's gift for him and made his way back to the living area. Kurt was sitting in the same spot, biting on his bottom lip, hands folded neatly in his lap.

Blaine took his seat next to Kurt and sat his gift for him in his lap. "Open it," Blaine instructed. Kurt could hear the smile in his voice and it made his heart soar. Waiting for Kurt to finally tear the paper away was agonizing, and only made Blaine's nerves heighten. As soon as the paper was torn away, Kurt fingers started roving all over the book of sheet music.

"It's exactly what you asked for," Blaine said, voice shaking a little bit.

Kurt turned to him and smiled, a real, genuine, toothy smile. Blaine's heart ached at how beautiful it was. "Thank you, Blaine… so much." Kurt said, finding Blaine's shoulder and resting his hand on it. "Now, open yours."

Blaine carefully ripped the gold wrapping paper off and opened the box with ease. A smile broke across his face and he started laughing, nice and loud. "Oh, no. You don't like them do you? I was so worried, because my dad picked them out, and, oh Blaine, we can go shopping and you can pick them out—"

"Kurt, hush." Blaine said, wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulders, pulling him slightly closer to him. "I love them. Especially the reversible one, with the stars. Your dad has good taste in bow ties."

Kurt let out a laugh, rushed and breathy, smiling at Blaine. Blaine carefully brought his hand up to cup Kurt's cheek, running his thumb back and forth. Kurt's breath hitched slightly when Blaine began to lean forward and he could feel Blaine's hot breath ghosting over his lips. And then it was lips against lips, moving slowly together, careful not to make the wrong move. Kurt turned his body, facing towards Blaine more so now, and pushed a little harder into the kiss. Both of their minds were reeling, both very intoxicated by the taste of each other's lips.

They both pulled apart at the same time, slightly gasping for air, dopey smiles on both of their faces. Kurt laughed nervously, moving a little away from Blaine, his hand still resting on Blaine's thigh. "I—um, thanks again, for the sheet music." He said nervously.

Blaine laid his hand on top of Kurt's, where it was still resting on his thigh, and said, "You're very welcome. I'll make sure to wear one of the bowties you got me next time we go for coffee together."

"Okay," Kurt said, a sheepish smile on his face.

A silence fell over them, but it wasn't awkward. It was a peaceful silence, them simply sitting on the couch, holding hands, together. Both of them had never thought in a million years they would be able to do exactly this: kissing the person they like, holding their hands, sitting next to each other, exchanging gifts on Christmas Eve. It made both of them want to be with each other even more than they already do, whether or not they were both terrified.

Because they are terrified. Terrified of screwing it up, knowing how much they mean to each other, just as friends, and not wanting to ruin it. Kurt, fearing that he will never, ever get to fully show Blaine just how much he cares; scared he will never be able to let go completely, letting all his walls come crumbling down, letting Blaine know every little thing about him and what makes him who he is. Telling Blaine everything about him and his past scared Kurt more than anything.

Blaine was scared that his past bullying would follow him and Kurt everywhere, never being able to take him anywhere, without getting taunted for just simply holding hands, or worse, like that time his freshman year. The time he never thinks about, ever.

Kurt turned his head to the side, pushing his glasses up his nose slightly, and smiled at where he knew Blaine was.

Lifting his free hand towards Kurt's face again, Blaine asked, "Can I?" Just like he had the first time they had coffee together.

"Yes," Kurt said, just as breathless as he had the first time Blaine had asked.

Blaine slid the glasses off of Kurt's face and starred into Kurt's slightly unfocused, crystal clear blue eyes. "You have the most beautiful eyes,"

Shaking his head, Kurt said, "No, I don't."

"But, you really do," Blaine insisted, cupping his cheek again. Kurt knew he was about to get kissed again, because he could feel Blaine's warm breath against his lips again, and he pulled away, panic setting in.

"I—I'm sorry…"

"No, no, Kurt, don't apologize." Blaine said, moving his hand from Kurt's face. Blaine shook his head, trying to clear his mind, when the only thing he could think of was how beautiful Kurt looks. He sighed and picked up one of his new bowties as a distraction.

It was quiet between them again, neither of them knowing what to do or what to say. Kurt sat there, unmoving, a chill setting over him, wishing he could reach over and find Blaine's hand to lace their fingers together, but he knew if he did that, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from kissing Blaine if the chance came again. And, if he were to kiss Blaine again, what would that mean?

"Blaine—" Kurt said, ready to ask the question that had just flooded his mind right when Blaine said, "Kurt—"

They both started laughing softly before quieting down again. "You first," Kurt said, scared of asking what he needs to ask.

Blaine's hands fidgeted slightly in his lap and he took a deep breath. "It's just… Kurt, I'm really confused—as to what we are," he said, placing one of his hands on top of Kurt's, slightly lacing their fingers together. "And, I don't want to be too forward, or rude, or anything, but the first time we kissed, it was you who kissed me, and I was so, so happy… And, Kurt, I want this." Blaine picked up Kurt's hand and held onto it for dear life, scared that if he let go, Kurt would disappear. "I want us." Blaine finished.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and smiled. "Blaine, I—I really want this too… I'm just a little scared." He said with a slight chuckle.

"Me too," Blaine confessed.

Another squeeze, "So, do we seal it with a kiss?" Kurt asked, a smile on his face.

Blaine's answer was cupping Kurt's cheek and pulling him close, so, so, close, kissing him till they couldn't breathe and were forced to pull away.

They decided it wasn't too late and began watching a movie, snuggled together, Kurt's head on Blaine's chest, when Cooper walked into the room shaking his head. "'Bout time."