Kurt rolled his eyes again.

Another grunt met Kurt's ears as he turned away from the mirror. "Look, Kurt, as much as I'd love for you to come over here tonight... if the snow gets to bad I want you to stay there, okay? Just try and get here sometime tomorrow. Your grandma would love to see you on Christmas," Burt said. Kurt pursed his lips and nodded to himself just as the doorbell rang. "Okay, dad. I'll see you either tonight or tomorrow. I love you. Merry Christmas," Kurt said in a rush, hanging up soon after.

He dropped his phone onto the table, in front a picture of Kurt and Finn at graduation, before bounding over to the door. With a steadying breath, Kurt pulled open the door and smiled brightly at the boy standing on the other side. "Merry Christmas!" Blaine exclaimed, holding out a brightly wrapped box. Kurt ducked his head and let out a small chuckle before reaching out to take the box from Blaine. "Merry Christmas," he said with a grin, stepping back to let Blaine in and out of the cold.

Blaine slid passed Kurt into the foyer with a wide smile spread over his lips. He took off his coat and scarf as Kurt shut the door behind him. Kurt waited for Blaine to hang up his outerwear before he stepped forward and pressed a kiss to the younger boy's lips. Blaine smiled wider, Kurt wasn't aware that it was physically possible for that to happen. But Kurt just smiled back and laced their fingers together as he led Blaine into the living room.

Kurt released Blaine's hand and placed the box next to a much smaller one underneath the tree before turning to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's neck. Blaine didn't hesitate to let his own arms wind around Kurt's slim waist. "So," Blaine drawled, his eyes fixated on Kurt's now almost grey eyes, "What sort of magical evening has the ever wonderful Kurt Hummel planned for us?" Kurt shook his head and rolled his eyes playfully before shrugging.

"I've made dinner," Kurt said softly, letting his fingers play with the loose curls at Blaine's neck, "then we could curl up out here in front of the fire and pretend watch some sickeningly sweet Christmas movies."

Blaine gaped at Kurt and placed a hand over mock surprise. "Why, Kurt Hummel, if I didn't know any better I'd think that you were trying to take advantage of a poor, young, naive boy," Blaine said in a less than accurate southern drawl. Kurt bit his bottom lip to stifle his laughter and let his head fall to Blaine's shoulder for a moment. Once he composed himself, he lifted his head and smiled at Blaine, "Well, my apologies, as it wasn't my intent to take advantage of you. I'll just give you your space so you don't have to think such things about me."

Kurt dropped his arms from Blaine's next and took two steps backwards until he had successfully removed himself from Blaine's embrace. "There, all better," Kurt said with a grin before walking off towards the kitchen. He had taken three steps when a pair of strong arms and wrapped themselves firmly around his middle and a hard body was pressed flush against his back. Kurt stopped walking and leaned back slightly against Blaine's chest. "So, is this you taking advantage of me or something?" Kurt questioned, his hands wrapping around Blaine's forearms that were pressing against his stomach. He could feel Blaine shrug.

"As much as I enjoy this," Kurt gave Blaine's arms a squeeze, "it kind of makes it difficult to walk... which is something that I need to do so we can go eat dinner."

Blaine sighed softly and pressed a kiss to the back of Kurt's neck before letting him go and taking a step backwards. Kurt looked over his shoulder to offer Blaine a smile before walking off towards the kitchen, Blaine following closely behind. Kurt grabbed a bowl off of the kitchen island, nodding his head towards a different bowl for Blaine to take, and walked off into the dining room.

"It's not much," Kurt said, shrugging as he put the bowl in his hands down on the table between two plates.

The lights had been dimmed enough to cast an almost candlelit feel around the room, something Kurt had spent far too long trying to perfect, there was a red tablecloth covering the top of the table which made the white plates and silver utensils stand out.

When Blaine approached and set down his bowl of salad that Kurt had him bring in he noticed Kurt had made spaghetti and it made him smile, remember how he had told Kurt about how his grandmother had always made spaghetti for Christmas eve and it was his favorite part of the holiday. "It's perfect," Blaine breathed out, setting down the salad bowl and walking over to Kurt. He grasped Kurt's face in his hands and kissed him firmly, one hand moving back to twine in the taller boy's hair.

Their lips parted after what could have been years and both boys were breathing heavily, almost panting. "Well," Kurt said in a pitch slightly higher than usual, "that was unexpected."

Blaine grinned as a blush spread over his face. "Sorry," he muttered, "I couldn't help myself."

Kurt shook his head and quickly moved in to place a chaste kiss against Blaine's lips. "You never have to apologize for kissing me, ever," he said softly before kissing him again. Slowly but surely they pulled away from one another and sat down on opposite sides of the table. Kurt wordlessly served both of them with a content smile on his face. It felt nice to be doing this. Just the two of them. It felt very domestic and just right.

They ate in relative silence, sharing grins over the table and subtly playing footsie underneath.

When they were done Blaine stood to begin cleaning up but Kurt reached across the table and stopped him. "Leave it, I'll take care of all of it before I leave for my grandmas," he said with a smile. He got up from his chair and held a hand out for Blaine to take. Their fingers laced effortlessly, and Kurt led them back into the living room. Blaine quickly released Kurt's hand and made his way to the tree to pick up the present he had brought with him.

He turned to fix Kurt with an excited smile, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes before walking over and grabbing the gift he had left there before Blaine came over. "Okay, who first?" he asked, sitting himself down on one end of the couch, fiddling with the small blue ribbon that he had tied over the silver wrapping paper. Blaine rushed over, sitting next to Kurt, and thrust the box into Kurt's hands.

"I realize it's not �ber romantic, but it's very you and I think you'll appreciate it... or I hope you do," Blaine said nervously, fidgeting with a nonexistent piece of lint on his jeans.

After placing the gift he had bought for Blaine on the arm of the sofa, Kurt smiled and carefully peeled at edges of the paper until it fell away leaving just a plain white box. Kurt lifted an eyebrow and pursed his lips as he carefully lifted the top off of the box. The black cover of a book was what he found. FASHION: 150 Years of Couturiers, Designers, Labels. Kurt smiled and lifted the book up, flipping through its pages.

Blaine cleared his throat, "The one I think you'll really like is under the tissue paper."

Kurt put down the book in his hands and went back to the box, pulling back the tissue paper. "Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed, picking up the second book, Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty, and holding it to his chest. He looked over at his boyfriend. One of Kurt's hands quickly found the back of Blaine's head and pulled him in for a quick, heated kiss. "I was going to buy this for myself! This is amazing, thank you," Kurt gushed before kissing Blaine again.

When Kurt let go, Blaine's smile looked as if it were about to split his face in half.

Kurt carefully put both of the books back into the box they came from before reaching out and taking the small box from the arm of the couch and held it out to Blaine. Blaine took it excitedly and unwrapped it with slightly less care and finesse than Kurt had, but that was just Blaine. He quickly found a small black velvet box in his hand and his eyes darted up to look at Kurt.

"It's not an engagement ring!" Kurt blurted out, clamping a hand over his mouth. "I mean... not that I wouldn't want to marry you or anything. Not that I'm asking. That's just not what it is. I mean... I'm going to shut up now," Kurt groaned and bit his bottom lip.

Blaine couldn't help but smile as Kurt fumbled over his words. It was such a rarity to see Kurt at a loss. Blaine looked back down and opened the top of the box. "Not an engagement ring... but a ring?" he asked, looking back at Kurt.

Kurt released the hold on his lip and sighed softly. "It's called an inner-message ring," he explained, "There are letters on the inside of the band that when you wear it long enough, they get imprinted onto your finger."

Blaine lifted the silver band from its bed of velvet and turned it over in his hand so he could see the inside. "Always," he said softly. Kurt nodded and shrugged one shoulder, "In case that heart on your wrist wasn't enough reassurance." Blaine smiled and carefully slid the ring onto his right ring finger before looking over and noticing that Kurt had a matching band on his hand.

Kurt followed his gaze and smiled. "Mine's just a heart; see," he pulled the ring off and held out his hand to show Blaine the tiny indented heart on his finger. Blaine reached out and grabbed Kurt's hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressed a simple kiss to the heart. "I love you," he said softly, looking into Kurt's eyes over his hand. Kurt maneuvered his hand to cup the side of Blaine's face. "I love you too, baby," he said, letting his thumb brush over Blaine's cheek bone gently.

A comfortable silence fell between the two of them. The only noise in the room was the crackling coming from the fireplace. Kurt licked his lips slowly as he stared into Blaine's honey-hazel eyes. Without much warning, Kurt moved closer to kiss Blaine. Both boxes fell to the floor, completely forgotten, as the boys wrapped their arms around one another. Blaine pushed Kurt back to lie down as his fingers found the buttons of Kurt's shirt in record time and set out to undo them, his mouth never leaving Kurt's.

Kurt pushed his hands underneath Blaine's sweater just as Blaine got his shirt unbuttoned. He sat up enough to let Blaine push the garment from his shoulders and to the ground. Their lips parted and they were both panting heavily. Kurt licked his lips and took the initiative to push Blaine's shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor.

Blaine quickly attached his mouth to the pulse point under Kurt's jaw, making the older boy gasp. Kurt's hand gripped harshly at Blaine's shoulder blades before letting them trail down his back. Blaine moaned softly against Kurt's neck as he moved down towards his collarbone. Kurt let his fingertips trail lightly front the small of Blaine's back, around his waist and to the front of his jeans where the deftly undid the button before moving to undo his own.

A low grumble came from Kurt's chest as Blaine's teeth scraped over the sensitive flesh of his collarbone. "Up," Kurt rasped suddenly, his hands pressing against Blaine's chest, "Stand up." Blaine pulled his mouth away and stood without question. He got to his feet and stood, wavering slightly, watching Kurt with wide, lust blown eyes and a heaving chest.

Kurt licked his lips as his eyes raked over Blaine's exposed chest slowly. But Blaine whined slightly and broke the older boy out of his daze. Kurt sat up straight and stood up as well before hooking his fingers into the waistband of Blaine's jeans and briefs and pushing them to the floor.

Blaine wasted no time in pressing his mouth back to Kurt's as his hands pushed down the taller boy's jeans and underwear as well. In an awkward dance of flailing limbs they both managed to kick away their clothes and finally -fucking finally- be pressed completely flush against one another. Blaine's teeth nipped harshly at Kurt's bottom lip, eliciting a low whine in response. Blaine grinned and pushed Kurt backwards until he was once again lying on the couch and Blaine was pressing himself against him.

Kurt gasped into Blaine's mouth when their erections rubbed against one another. Blaine groaned loudly and ducked his head, kissing down Kurt's neck and chest until his lips wrapped around a pert nipple and sucked it into his mouth. "Oh, god, Blaine," Kurt moaned, his back arching and his hand winding int Blaine's hair. Kurt used his grip in Blaine's hair to pull his face closer. He licked over the younger boy's mouth, grinning at the soft, "Oh... Kurt," that fell from his lips. Blaine recaptured Kurt's lips and his hand worked its way between their bodies until it could wrap itself around both of their cocks.

"I want to touch you forever... Ah, I w-want to... Oh, god you feel so good," Blaine moaned against Kurt's lips as his hand and hips worked together to create a delicious friction between both of their sweaty, shaking bodies.

Blaine's hand let go of its hold on the both of them, making Kurt whine. "W-what, no," Kurt whimpered, reaching between the both of them with his own hand, only to have it be pushed away. Blaine slid both of his hands underneath Kurt to grab onto his ass. He lifted Kurt up and moved so that he was sitting on the middle cushion of the sofa with Kurt perched on his lap. Blaine rolled his hip upwards just as Kurt rolled his down and they both let out low, guttural moans.

Kurt looped his arms around Blaine's neck, his wrists crossing loosely, and let his head fall back as he started to rock his hips over Blaine's. Kurt's high keening tapered off to a whimper as Blaine's hands slid up his thighs and around to his ass, gripping it tightly. Blaine dropped his head down and let his lips encircle Kurt's nipple. He grazed over it with his teeth and Kurt practically purred. "Blaine, please, don't stop," Kurt whimpered, grinding his hips harder against Blaine's.

Lifting his head back upright, Kurt looked down to watch Blaine's treatment of his chest and he moaned loudly, his hips bucking quickly. Kurt reached out and gripped into Blaine's hair again, pulling his head back. "I want you," Kurt panted, licking at Blaine's mouth again, "I want to see you come."

Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt's ass, pulling them impossibly closer. The friction between the two of them had become unbearable. Kurt chocked back a sob of a moan, his whole body had started to convulse with the need to come. "Oh, god, the noises you make Kurt, you're driving me crazy," Blaine grunted, thrusting upwards harshly. His fingers dug near painfully into the firm muscle of Kurt's ass, making the boy above him moan brokenly. Blaine licked his lips and stared up at Kurt, "Come, baby, come."

Something about the intensity behind those words made Kurt's stomach coil hotly and then snap suddenly. His back curved and he let out a small scream as he came hot and hard between them before leaning forward to capture Blaine's lips in a messy kiss. Blaine felt the hot slickness of Kurt coming between the both of them and he couldn't hold back anymore. He bit harshly onto Kurt's already kiss swollen bottom lip and came with a shudder.

"Kurt, fuck. Oh, Kurt," Blaine moaned softly, peppering kisses all over his boyfriend's flushed and sweaty face.

Kurt leaned his forehead against Blaine's and tried to focus on taking deep, even breaths. "I love you so much," Kurt panted, pulling away a little to look at Blaine. But he realized he could barely make out Blaine's face. He furrowed his brow and looked around the room. All of the lights were off and the only light in the room was emanating from the fireplace. "What the..." Kurt slowly pulled himself up from Blaine's lap and stood on shaking legs.

He found his briefs in the pile of clothes on the floor and pulled them on quickly before making his way to the doorway. He grabbed the light switch and flicked it up and down repeatedly to find no change in the lighting situation. Blaine was now up and off the couch too, tugging on his underwear. He looked around for a minute and grabbed his sweater off the ground to wipe at his chest and stomach. "Blaine, that's disgusting," Kurt admonished with a near grimace on his face.

"Yeah, but I'm not the one standing in the middle of the living room with come all over me, am I?" He asked in a teasing tone.

Kurt looked down at himself and back at Blaine before sticking his tongue out. Blaine laughed and rolled his eyes as he walked over to the window and peeled back the curtain. "Holy hell, it's coming down out there... Maybe the snow knocked the power out?" He suggested, looking back into the room, Kurt nowhere to be seen. "Kurt?" He called out into the empty house.

Seconds later Kurt walked in from the kitchen, his chest and stomach wiped clean. Blaine lifted his eyebrows at Kurt who merely stuck out his tongue again before walking over and wrapping his arms around the shorter boy's waist. He looked out the window and whistled low. "I don't think either of us are going anywhere tonight," Kurt commented, staring out into the falling snow.

Blaine smiled and twisted in Kurt's grasp to wrap his arms around the taller boy's neck, "Good, because I don't want to be anywhere else but here with you." Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine slowly. "Merry Christmas, baby," he whispered, bumping his nose against Blaine's.