"Close your eyes," Kurt instructed.

Blaine complied after a moment of confusion, seeing as he had just opened the front door and hadn't even said a word.

It was Christmas Eve, the day after the party. Not much had been said after the kiss, but Blaine couldn't stop thinking about it. What did it mean? Did it mean anything to Kurt? It definitely meant something to Blaine.

Lost in thought, he jerked slightly when Kurt grabbed his hand and tugged him into the living room.

"Okay, now... open!" Kurt said, squeezing his hand.

Blaine gasped slightly as he opened his eyes, taking in the sight of the beautifully decorated Christmas tree. After gazing for a moment, his eyes trailed down to the floor, seeing several large packages assembled there.

Next to the tree, the coffee table was set up with a stack of movies and several plates of food, cookies and whatnot.

"What is this?" Blaine whispered, speech wavering.

"It's Christmas Eve silly! Figured it's about time I give you your present and then we can eat food and watch movies," Kurt said giddily, stopping in his tracks when he saw Blaine's face, "I'm sorry, is- is this not okay? I just thought-"

"No, it's perfect," Blaine murmured as he blinked back tears.

"Are- are you sure? Did I do something wrong?" Kurt asked nervously, hands twisting as he stared at Blaine's blinking eyes.

"It's just..." Blaine started quietly, sinking onto the couch, "No one's really gotten me a Christmas present before."

Kurt's mouth dropped open as he sat down beside Blaine. "What?"

"I mean, like I got a gift every year from my parents until I was eight but then they decided I didn't need any. And I mean, I guess it's true, I didn't really need a present."

"Are you kidding me? Everyone needs a Christmas present!" Kurt replied shrilly, a look of disbelief still on his face.

Blaine didn't reply to that, instead looking down at his hands in his lap.

"Anyway, present time!" Kurt said next, realizing how uncomfortable Blaine looked. He grabbed one of the packages that were on the floor, handing it to Blaine.

Blaine stared at it, taking in the shiny red box with a gold bow on top. He didn't seem to know what to do with it.

"Uh, open it?" Kurt said quietly, a smile playing at his lips.

Blaine nodded, mumbling to himself. He pulled off the bow, peeling back the paper carefully.

His eyes widened as he opened the box to reveal a set of ten different patterned bowties, a stuffed dog, and a framed picture of Kurt and Blaine, taken by Carole several days ago.

There was silence as Blaine stared at the box.

Kurt broke the quiet, "I know it's not much-"

"Shut up it's perfect," Blaine replied softly, unable to hold back his grin. He moved slowly, setting the box down on the table.

Kurt stared at him with a questioning look on his face, jumping a bit when Blaine leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Kurt's lips.

Blaine pulled back almost as quickly, afraid that he had overstepped. He glanced at Kurt, barely daring to look, "I- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

Kurt merely shook his head, a look of disbelief on his face, before he put on hand on the back of Blaine's head, pulling him in and crashing their lips together.

"So should have done that," Kurt muttered against Blaine's lips, one hand lacing through his curls.

The two leaned lazily into each other, the room barely lit up as the credits to the last movie rolled. Time had passed quickly, and neither wanted to move.

Kurt was lying across Blaine, his head buried in Blaine's chest.

"I should go," Blaine muttered halfheartedly.

"Mm-mm, stay," Kurt murmured, dragging his hand up to grab at Blaine's arm.

"You sure?" he whispered drowsily.

"Mhm, just sleepover," Kurt replied.

They made their way to Kurt's bedroom, cleaning up as they went.

Kurt climbed into bed lazily, pulling the covers up. Blaine stood next to him awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"Get in, silly," Kurt sighed, sliding over to make room.

Blaine slowly climbed into the bed, dragging the blanket up over him.

Kurt moved closer to Blaine, allowing the latter to wrap an arm over him. Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's, sighing again.

"Merry Christmas, Blaine," he whispered, nuzzling his head into the pillow.

"Merry Christmas, Kurt," Blaine replied softly, pressing his lips to Kurt's shoulder.