December found Kurt and Blaine snuggled up on the Hummel sofa under several blankets watching Christmas movies. Blaine had come home a few weeks before Christmas as he didn't have any classes and he knew the snow would be too hectic to get to Ohio at a later time. He was staying until just after New Year's and Kurt was thrilled that he had such a long period of time to spend with his boyfriend.

"I want hot chocolate, but I know if I move from this position I'm gonna freeze my butt off." Kurt groaned from where he was cuddled up to Blaine's side with two huge fleece blankets wrapped around him.

"So keep the blankets wrapped around you," Blaine suggested.

"But then you'll be cold." Kurt pouted up at his boyfriend.

"Kurt," Blaine laughed. "I have an extremely thick hoodie on and a blanket wrapped around me, I'm fine."

"But I...fine," Kurt huffed, sitting up on the sofa and wrapping the blankets around even tighter as he wasn't surrounded by Blaine's body heat any more. He whimpered, standing up and shivering. "I already miss your warmth."

"Go make your hot chocolate and then you can have my warmth back."

"Okay I'm going!" Kurt sighed, shuffling out of the room with the huge blankets making it incredibly easy to trip up.

He returned a few moments later with two mugs in his hands, biting the ends of the blankets to keep them wrapped around his body.

"Aw," Blaine cooed when he saw the fifteen year old coming into the living room. "You're so cute."

Kurt placed the two mugs on the table in front of the sofa and took a hold of the blankets with his hands before replying.

"Shut up," He deadpanned, climbing back onto the sofa and snuggling into Blaine's side before taking his mug and handing the other one to Blaine.

"Thank you," Blaine said, kissing the top of Kurt's head.

On Christmas Eve, Kurt was acting like a huge child and Blaine couldn't help but smile at his boyfriends behaviour. He was bummed that he wouldn't be able to see his mum as she was spending Christmas in LA with Cooper, but he wouldn't trade waking up on Christmas morning to Kurt's face for anything.

"Blaine!" The eighteen year old heard his boyfriend scream excitedly from the living room. He walked into the living room with a huge grin on his face to see Kurt standing by the window, staring out of it happily. Blaine walked up to Kurt from behind and wrapped his arms around the younger teens waist, propping his head on his shoulder and kissing him softly on the cheek. "It's snowing."

"I can see that," Blaine laughed. "Hey...when did you get taller than me?" He asked almost incredulously as Kurt turned around in his arms and let out an adorable giggle.

"I'm fifteen, doofus. I still have years to outgrow you even more. And at least it makes sense for me to mock your height now, considering I was smaller than you before."

"No fair," Blaine pouted. "Don't worry though, I'm pretty sure I'll still love you even if you are towering over me eventually."

"Good to know," Kurt giggled, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend. Of course, Burt chose that particular moment to walk into the living room.

"Ehm," Burt cleared his throat, making his presence known with a smirk on his face. Kurt pulled back and awkwardly smiled at his Dad.

"Hi Dad..."

"Hi," Burt laughed. "I just came to tell you that your cookies are ready."

"Yay!" Kurt exclaimed, grabbing Blaine's hand and running into the kitchen where he found the tray full of cookies that he and Blaine made earlier on in the day. The cookies were quite big, so Kurt put one on a plate and lead Blaine upstairs. They cuddled up on Kurt's bed, watching whatever Christmas movie was on TV and sharing the cookie.

The two teens fell asleep like that; Blaine cuddling Kurt from behind while the plate was barely on the edge of the bed from where they had moved around in their sleep. Burt heard the noise of the TV from outside Kurt's room and entered to the sight of the boys completely curled around each other. He turned Kurt's TV off and shut the curtains before leaving the room and closing the door quietly.

Blaine woke up the next morning to a lap full of Kurt and a million and one kisses being planted over his face. Oh, the perks of having a fifteen year old boyfriend.

"Kurt," Blaine laughed, his voice hoarse with sleep. "What are you doing?"

"It's Christmas!" Kurt exclaimed excitedly.

"I know, but that doesn't explain why you're acting like a dog?" Blaine teased.

"I wanted to wake you up so I could give you your present before we went downstairs."

"Kurt," Blaine smiled sweetly.

"I did this after thanksgiving and...yeah." He said, climbing off of Blaine and pulling out a flat package from underneath his bed. Blaine sat up and took the present from Kurt, instantly dropping it on his lap.

"God, Kurt. What is this made of? Brick? It weighs a ton."

"Open it and you'll see." Kurt laughed.

Blaine tore the paper open to reveal a huge photo frame with a thick border. The picture showed Kurt, Blaine, Quinn and Rachel on Thanksgiving, sitting around the table laughing, and the border was covered in little pictures of the four friends.

"Kurt I...this is amazing." Blaine practically whispered.

"Your mum took the photo on Thanksgiving and the pictures on the border are just random photos of us that I had. I thought you could hang it in your apartment or something." Kurt explained, kneeling on the bed in front of Blaine.

"Your presents are always so creative," Blaine said adoringly. "I love it. I love you."

"Well good, because I love you too." Kurt giggled, leaning across the photo frame to kiss his boyfriend.

The two teens went downstairs a while later to find that Burt was already up, and had already made breakfast.

"Happy Christmas Daddy." Kurt said cutely, kissing his Dad on the cheek before sitting at the kitchen table next to Blaine and eating his breakfast.

They opened their presents after breakfast, and then the three of them proceeded to squish onto the couch and watch Christmas TV. Burt tried to talk the fifteen year old out of eating ice cream, but Kurt claimed that it was 'never too cold for ice cream, Dad, gosh.' which elicited a laugh that was probably too loud from Blaine.

Kurt somehow managed to be dragged outside into the snow by Blaine, despite his protests.

"Blaine!" Kurt shrieked when he and Blaine stepped outside. "It's freezing out here!"

"You're wearing like twenty layers of clothes, how are you cold?" Blaine laughed.

"You're crazy, Anderson!"

"Aw, your nose is all red." Blaine cooed.

"Shut up."

"Come on, Rudolph," Blaine laughed, taking both of Kurt's gloved hands into his own and leading him further outside.

"What are we even doing out here?"

"What do you want to do?" Blaine asked.

Instead of replying, Kurt just bent down and picked up some snow before throwing it at Blaine and running away.

"Hey!" Blaine exclaimed, picking up some snow of his own and chasing after Kurt and repeating the fifteen year old's previous actions.

They continued chasing each other around, throwing snow at one another for a while before Blaine consequently picked Kurt up and threw him over his shoulder, eliciting a scream from the younger teen as Blaine ran inside with his boyfriend draped over him.

"Blaine! Put me down!" Kurt half screamed, half laughed as the elder teen dumped him on the sofa before climbing on top of him.

"Hi," Blaine grinned, leaning his forehead against Kurt's.

"I'm cold." Kurt pouted. Blaine rubbed his nose against Kurt's before dropping a little kiss there and sitting up, pulling his boyfriend up with him.

"Let's go get you warmed up then." He said, pulling Kurt up and off the sofa.

The two boys went upstairs to get changed into new clothes, both of them wearing Blaine's hoodies, and went downstairs to eat dinner with Burt. After dinner, the two teens cuddled up on the sofa watching Christmas movies with the rest of their cookies and strangely large cups of hot chocolate.

Yeah, they kind of had the perfect Christmas...