Kurt’s sock clad feet padded almost silently up the stairs of the Anderson household. He took a corner quickly and slid slightly on the hardwood floor, chuckling softly to himself. He walked with determination towards the door at the end of the hall, a nervous energy bubbling under his skin. He stopped just outside the door and reached out, testing the handle. He smirked upon finding it unlocked. Kurt carefully pushed the door open and suddenly felt as if he was hit by a wall of frigid air. He shivered and looked around the room. Of course Blaine had a window open and his fan on in December. For some reason he slept better in the cold.

He rolled his eyes as he silently shut the door behind him and crept into the darkened room. Carefully, Kurt lifted the corner of the comforter and slid into the bed right behind Blaine. The younger boy grunted softly in his sleep but pressed back into Kurt’s warmth. Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine’s neck, trying to wake him up. “No,” Blaine whined, his head pushing into his pillow. Kurt bit his lip to stifle a laugh; Blaine was never one to be happy when he woke up. “Come on, Blaine,” Kurt cooed in his ear, slipping an arm around his waist, “Wake up, lazy boy. It’s late and you’re still in bed.” Blaine’s face crinkled and he shifted slightly.

“How late?” Blaine asked his voice rough and laced with sleep.

Kurt smiled and pressed a kiss to Blaine’s exposed shoulder, letting his lips glide up to his neck where he sucked gently. “Late enough that you were still asleep when your wonderful boyfriend flew in at ten, late enough that you’re still in bed after the almost two hour car ride it took your wonderful boyfriend to get to Lima,” Kurt purred against Blaine’s chilled skin, that was slowly heating up. Blaine’s eyes peeled open and he blinked at the wall. He thought he was dreaming; dreaming that Kurt had come home and snuck into his room to wake him up with soft words and warm kisses.

Blaine turned slowly. He locked eyes with Kurt and he blinked again, making Kurt giggle at the confused look on his face. “You’re home,” Blaine stated, his voice still hoarse. Kurt nodded and reached his hand up to run though Blaine’s sleep tousled hair, “And you’re still in bed at 12:30 in the afternoon.” A smile slowly spread out over Blaine’s lips as he stared at Kurt. He was finally awake enough to realize that Kurt was home again, home for over a month this time, and he was in his bed with his fingers gently scratching at his scalp with a complacent smile on his face. Without any warning, Blaine’s hands reached out and cupped Kurt’s face before he leaned in and kissed him.

Kurt laughed softly against Blaine’s lips before pulling away, tightening his arm around Blaine to pull their bodies closer. Kurt’s eyes drifted down Blaine’s arms until they stopped and his smile grew wider. He took away the arm on Blaine’s waist and grabbed Blaine’s hand, pulling it away enough to look down at his wrist. There it was Kurt’s imperfect little heart, still dark on Blaine’s olive skin. Kurt brought the wrist up to his lips and placed a gently kiss over the heart before looking back at Blaine’s face. “I love you,” Kurt said softly, scooting closer so they were nose to nose. Blaine hummed softly and closed his eyes as Kurt let go of his hand and wound his arms around Blaine’s trim waist. “I love you too,” Blaine murmured gently, nuzzling his nose against Kurt’s.

Kurt leaned in to press a kiss to Blaine’s mouth, making a happy noise in the back of his throat when Blaine returned the kiss quickly. “How’s school?” Blaine asked, detaching their lips for a moment, bringing his hand down to Kurt’s neck. Kurt grunted, “Boring. Stupid. Doesn’t matter.” Kurt was quick to press their lips back together but Blaine pulled back slightly. “What’s wrong with school?” concern laced in the younger boy’s voice. Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically and huffed a sigh, “Nothing is wrong with school. School is wonderful. But school is in New York, and you’re in Lima, and I’m in Lima and therefore I do not want to talk about school, I want to kiss you, so stop being the concerned boyfriend you are and kindly put those lips back on mine.”

Blaine laughed as he leaned closer to kiss Kurt again, making to older boy smile and groan into the kiss. “I missed you,” Kurt mumbled against Blaine’s lips, pushing forward and rolling them so Blaine was on his back and Kurt was straddled over his hips, “I missed you so much.” Kurt’s hands came down to grab at the pillow on either side of Blaine’s head as Blaine chuckled softly. “Really, I couldn’t tell,” Blaine teased, his hands sliding down Kurt’s back until they could grab a hold of his hips. “Shut up,” Kurt snapped, moving his lips along Blaine’s jaw line and down his neck, sucking gently at the hollow at the bottom. Blaine chuckled to himself and hummed in the back of his throat as Kurt’s hands went to the bottom of his t-shirt and pushed it up his body until it was resting under his armpits.

“What are you doing?” Blaine asked when Kurt slithered down his body and started to untie his pajama bottoms. Kurt looked up and quirked an eyebrow at Blaine who just looked back at him. Kurt gave an exasperated sigh before rolling his eyes. “I’m going to suck your dick. What does it look like I’m doing?” He asked, tugging Blaine’s pants down to about the middle of his thighs, exposing his rapidly hardening cock. “Why are you-” Blaine started to ask but then Kurt’s tongue was wrapping around the base of his cock and slowly working its way upwards. Kurt reached the head and smiled before flicking his tongue over the slit. “You know,” Kurt said conversationally, his hand coming up to grip the base of Blaine’s cock, “You may be the only guy in the world who questions why he’s getting a blowjob instead of just lying back and enjoying.”

It was Blaine’s turn to roll his eyes. “Shut up and suck my cock,” Blaine groaned, threading his fingers in Kurt’s hair. Kurt made a noise of faux annoyance but smirked up at his boyfriend. “Mm, I love it when you order me around,” He said in a rough voice before removing his hand and taking Blaine into his mouth. He relaxed his throat and sunk down far enough to feel the trimmed thatch of hair at the base of Blaine’s cock tickle against his nose. Blaine made a gurgling noise that made Kurt hum before hollowing his cheeks and giving a hard suck as he pulled his mouth back up Blaine’s length. “Oh fuck, Kurt,” Blaine moaned, gripped at Kurt’s hair harder.

Blaine’s hips started to thrust up slightly as Kurt bobbed his head a little faster. Kurt grunted around Blaine and brought his hands up to push his boyfriend’s hips back into the mattress. Kurt lifted his eyes and stared up at Blaine to fix him with a look that told him to behave or he would stop. Kurt let his eyes fall shut as he started his ministrations again. His right hand let go of Blaine’s hip and found its way between his legs to cup his balls. “Ku-urt,” Blaine whined brokenly at the contact. Kurt’s long fingers rolled and caressed Blaine’s balls gently while he worked his mouth faster, the slurping noises falling from his mouth downright pornographic.

Kurt let his hand trail down behind Blaine’s balls and pressed gently at his perineum before reaching back to press the pad of his middle finger against Blaine’s entrance. Suddenly Blaine let out a muffled shout and was coming hard down Kurt’s throat. Kurt happily swallowed all he could take before pulling off when Blaine was spent with a smile on his face. Kurt licked his lips and crawled back up Blaine’s body to press a kiss to his lips. “Merry Christmas,” Kurt laughed softly. Blaine blinked slowly, coming back to his senses, “Christmas isn’t for two weeks.”