I didn't know whether Nick would follow me. I was almost positive he was just going to continue walking, ignoring my offer to drive him where ever he wanted to go. But the world was full of surprises.

The passenger door opened and Nick got inside the truck. It was the first time I noticed how truly large he was. I mean, he wasn't, you know, huge, but he was definitely larger than myself and Kurt. Add a large winter coat and there was barely any room between us in the cab of the truck.

I drove, not having a destination or really a reason, just wanting to go.

Sadly, there is this thing, called gas, that is required in order to drive. I pulled the car onto the side of the road, not really knowing exactly where we were and not really caring.

"I can't just drive around aimlessly forever." I said, my voice quiet but still sounding exceptionally loud in the silence of the truck. "I need gas and I didn't bring any money."

"You can just leave me here." Nick said, reaching for the doorknob.

"Nick-- stop." I was frusterated. I just wanted to help him. I couldn't very well let him walk around all night, especially not on Christmas eve.

Nick slumped back against the seat of the truck, his eyes closed. The blood was still on the side of his face, the cut no longer bleeding. I reached under my seat, knowing there was a box of tissues underneath.

"Here, for your--" I pointed at the cut on his face. "You know."

Nick took the tissues, wipping the side of his head. He didn't wince at all so I assumed it didn't really hurt much.

"You're not going to let me leave, are you?" He asked, resignation in his voice.

"I can't physically stop you." I told him, waiting to see what he'd do.

Nick leaned on the door, ready to push it open. I clicked the child safety button, locking him in the truck.

He turned to me, for the first time since I'd seen him under the street light, his eyes weren't empty. They were currently filled with a mixture between annoyance and amusement.

"Did you seriously just lock me in?"

"I'll unlock it as soon as you tell me where you want me to drop you off." I said boldly.

"Maybe it's not your problem." The amusment was gone and now he looked angry. I couldn't blame him, not really. I wouldn't be very kind of some random stranger tried to butt into my life.

"Tell me where you want to go and it will no longer be my problem." I countered, not willing to let up.

"I don't have anywhere to go!" Nick shouted, slamming his hands, which were balled into fist, onto the dashboard. "Okay? I have nowhere to go! Are you happy? Can I leave now?"

I flinched at the volume of his voice. I gripped the steering wheel harder than necessary, especially since I wasn't even driving.

Nick stared at his hands in disbelief and then turned to me. "I'm so sorry." He said, his eyes pleading. "I didn't mean to--,"

"Do you have a cellphone?" I asked, ignoring him.

"What?" Nick looked completely baffled but he pulled his phone out of his pocket anyways.

Kurt's Point of View

"It's not that bad," Blaine said on the other end of the phone. "The house looks great. There's about four different Christmas trees and all of them are decorated. Though, honestly, who needs four Christmas tress?"

"Four?" I replied, astonished. "How big is your house?!"

Blaine paused, the only sound on the other end of the phone his breathing. "Pretty big." He said quietly. "Like, okay, picture Dalton, but with only two floors and a basement that is converted into its own little apartment."

I didn't realize I'd been holding a breath but I let it out, leaning back on my bed. "I realized you were rich," I told him. "I just didn't realize you were that rich."

"Whatever." Blaine said offhandedly. "Money doesn't buy happiness. I know that is extremely cliched, but honestly, it's the truth. The last time my mother and father and I all ate dinner together was last year on Christmas."

"I'm sorry." I said quietly. I couldn't picture a life where my father wasn't always there to talk to, to ask for advice, to just be there.

"Don't be." Blaine said quickly. "I have a family. This just isn't it. Everyone back at Dalton... that is my real family. I wouldn't trade it for the world."

I smiled into the reciever, not for the first time noticing just how wonderful Blaine really is. "Speaking of family," Blaine interupted my thoughts of himself. "How's Kat?"

I sighed. "I have no idea." I said honestly. "She took off at dinner today. It was so-- unlike her. She just left."

"Is she okay?" Blaine sounded worried. Geniunly concerned about my family.

Perfect, perfect, perfect. It was a little intimidating, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

"I'm sure she's fine." Though I worried a bit. It was so un-Kat to just take off. She'd be back, though. "Oh, just a second." I told Blaine, my cellphone vibrating from an incoming text message.

Not coming home tonight. Cover for me or else I tell dad that it was really you who crashed his car last year.-- Kat.

My eyes scanned the message a second, and then third, time. The number was blocked but there was no mistaking that it was my sister. She was the only one who knew that it was actually me who crashed our dad's car. She took the blame because, after Mercedes threw a rock through the window my dad threatened to take away all vehicles from me if one was damaged again.

Where are you? I sent back.

"Sorry Blaine. Kat's messaging me." I said into the phone after momentarily forgetting I was talking to Blaine.
"She's okay then?" he sounded relieved.

"One, you're adorable. Two, she's currently fine. Three, she won't be when I get my hands on her." This was so unlike her. What got into my sister?

I'm with a friend. I'll be fine. Make something up to tell dad.- Kat

She'd somehow blocked the number. I knew for a fact that she didn't have a cellphone of her own, always claiming that there was no point for her to get one. "An unnecessary waste of money."

A friend? Tell me or I'm not covering you. I don't care about the stupid car- Kurt

"Blaine?" His end of the phone was silent.

"Sorry, I was combing my hair." He told me, laughing. "You okay?"

"Yeah, but I've got to let you go. I need to deal with this. I'll call you tomorrow?" I hated to let him go but I felt rude leaving him hanging while I messaged someone else.

"No problem. I l-- I miss you, Kurt."

Was I imagining that 'l'? Had he almost slipped in the 'l' word?

I couldn't control my grin as I responded into the phone, "I miss you, too, Blaine."

I sat back on my bed, holding my phone and waiting for Kat to message me back. Right now I wanted nothing more than to wring her neck.

*gasp* I know! Kat has a friend! I'm not telling you. I promise you I am fine. Okay? Just trust me, Kurt. I love you and I'll see you before everyone else wakes up tomorrow. Promise. -Kat

I sighed, torn. Kat would help me, I knew she would, but what if something happened to her? I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

If something happens to you you are dead.- Kurt

I went downstairs to find my father, keys clutched in his hand, pulling on his coat.

"Where are you going?" I asked him, alarmed. It was -- I checked my watch-- 11:00pm on Christmas eve.

"To find your sister." My father said gruffly. "This isn't like her.

Shit. "Kat's fine!" I said quickly.

My dad didn't look convinced. "It's Christmas eve. She should be home. Where is she?"

"She's-- she's with Mercedes. They had a special present planned for Mercedes boyfriend, that's why she left so quickly. She'll be home eventually but I wouldn't wait up." As far as excuses went, this was a lame one. If Kat got caught it was her own fault, though.

"Why am I only hearing about this now?" His coat was only halfway on but he wasn't moving to putt the rest of it on.

"I thought Kat told you."

"If she told me would I be freaking out over where she is?"

"Probably not." I admitted, faking a sheepish expression. "But I promise Blaine I'd call him so..."

"You and that boy are spending an awful lot of time together." My dad commented, pulling off his coat.

I actually blushed. I hadn't really spoken to my father about Blaine and I. He wasn't stupid, he knew something was going on. I just don't think he knew how bad I was already falling for him.

"I know." I told him with a smile before returning to my room.

Before undressing and getting into bed I send a quick text message.

Merry Christmas, Blaine. Thinking of you-- Kurt.

Thinking of you, too. Sweet dreams-- Love, Blaine.