"It's three days." I told Kurt, gripping his hand in mine. "And I'll call you every night."

"I know," Kurt said quietly, looking bashfully up at me. "It's just-- I know we haven't been official for long, but now that I have you I don't want to let you go."

I sighed, knowing exactly how he felt. These last few weeks with Kurt had been perfect. He'd gotten into the Warblers, we'd tied with New Directions at Sectionals. I no longer had to hide how I felt, and I also got kurts love in return.
But there was no way my father would let me out of going home for Christmas.

I pulled Kurt close to him, wanting to spend the rest of the time I had at Dalton wrapped in Kurt's arms. Kurt's lips pressed against his, tasting of the hot chocolate they had just had.

"Three days without this?" Kurt asked, a little breathless.

Faintly, music started to play over the speakers that the faculty used to talk to the entire school. Gradually it grew louder and I could just make out the beginning cords of Baby It's Cold Outside.

I chuckled, standing up and pulled Kurt with me. "Sing with me."

"What? But--,"

But baby it's cold outside, I sung along with the music.

Kurt laughed and joined in, putting his arms around my waist. We swayed, not really to any particular beat, quietly singing the words of the song to each other. When it was over Kurt kissed me once more before looking down at his watch.
"You've got to go." He said, taking a step back.

"Sadly." I muttered, wanting Kurt back in my arms. I knew it was time to leave, though. It only took half an hour to drive home from Dalton but my mother would be angry if I arrived any later than five o'clock.

"Have a good Christmas, Blaine." Kurt said while walking me to the front doors.

I smiled as I walked towards my car, knowing that, for once in my life, things were actually going great.

Kat's Point of View

"You don't come home often enough." Dad said as the five of us, Finn, Kurt, Carole, him and I, sat around our kitchen table.

"I'm home every weekend." Kurt protested with a laugh.

"I used to see you everyday." Dad replied gruffly.

"Think of it as... practice, for when I go to college. You'll see me a lot less then." Even dad couldn't deny that.

We ate dinner together, all five of us, for the first time in two months. With all the conlificting scheduals it wasn't easy to get all of us home at the same time. It was nice, actually, to have us be our normal extended family again, even if it was only for a little while.

"So how are things with New Direction?" Kurt asked halfway through dinner.

"Rachel is stressing hard about the tie. She says a tie is just as good as losing." Fin shook his head and grinned.

"That sounds like Rachel." Kurt nodded.

"She's spent an entire week doing nothing but hold up in her room going through old music books, looking for the right piece to perform." Finn added with a laugh. "I mean, she's turned into a total hermit. It's verging on pathetic."

I looked down at my plate, waiting for someone to counter what Finn had just said. Of course no one did, though. The fact that Finn had just called me pathetic by assosiation didn't register to anyone else. Not even Kurt.

I was used to that though, I guess. I mean, all my life my personality had been outshined by Kurt. I wasn't upset with him, that was just the way it was, but sometimes I wished that people would realize that, hey, I'm here too.

I pushed my chair back from the table and no one even seemed to notice. Maybe I would just go upstairs, read and be pathetic.

On the way to the stairs my eyes spotted the keys to the truck and I paused. Storming out of the house on Christmas eve was not something I would do. I was more likely to just sit by myself until I was no longer angry. Storming out was a Finn move.

And yet...

I grabbed the keys, pulled my coat out of the closet and slammed the front door on my way out. I didn't hesitate when Kurt pulled back the curtains to stare at me, his expression filled with confusion.

Inside the truck, I turned on the radio, loudly, and pulled out of the drive way.

Since it was late Christmas eve no one else was on the road. Some people might find that nice and peaceful, but I found it creepy. I drove for fifteen minutes without seeing another car.

I was just about to turn around and go home when I spotted him. If it wasn't for the streetlight he was walking under, I probably wouldn't have. I slowed the car and rolled down my window.

If it hadn't been so cold, if it hadn't been Christmas eve, I probably wouldn't have stopped.

"Nick!" I called, pulling up as close to him as I could get.

He turned his brown eyes on me for a fleeting second, no sign of recognition in their depths. Nick continued walking as if I hadn't said anything.

Something in his eyes made me put the truck in park and exit the vehicle. "Nick?" I repeated, jogging to catch up to him. I gently reached out and touched his shoulder and he flinched away from me.

When Nick turned his breathing was ragged and shallow. There was a small cut, just above his eyebrow, leaking blood down the side of his face.

I hadn't seen Nick since the morning after the Warbler party. Kurt had been coming home during the weeknds, and since he started dating Blaine I wasn't invited out as much.

Maybe I really didn't have any right butting into Nick's buisness, but I couldn't just walk away now. Not when he was hurt.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice soft so as to not frighten him off.

Nick's looked at the ground, not responding.

"Is there anything worse than the cut above your eye?" I questioned, realizing he wasn't going to tell me anything personal.

Nick shook his head.

"Where are you headed?" I pulled my coat closer to me to keep out the cold.

"I'm not going anywhere, really."

"Come on, then." I said, heading back to the truck. "I'm not going anywhere either."