Chapter Thirteen

Amazingly (but not all that surprising) Kurt ended up to be first one to wake in the house come Christmas morning. There was only one person who could get Kurt up at such an early hour and where it was on purpose; Blaine. Kurt crept downstairs, trying his best not to wake anyone up from his stirring as he continued to sneak his way downstairs. This wasn't Kurt reverting to his childhood days when he hoped to find Santa down by the tree; he was on his way to a secret meeting. Once he cleared the stares Kurt kept his pace slow and cautious as he inched towards the front door. Kurt slowly opened the door and slipped outside, right into the stinging could. "Now that's cold," Kurt said with a shiver. But it was 6am in the morning in the dead of winter so this wasn't a big surprise and Kurt tried to take it in stride. Blaine was a very good reason (heck, the only one) for why Kurt was voluntarily facing the elements that morning. Blaine had mutually agreed while Christmas day was meant for family, they still wanted to see each other in person at some point. Kurt strolled down the street for about a block until he made it to their meeting spot. Sure enough, Kurt saw a familiar car slowly drive up and pull over to the side of the road to park in front of him.

Kurt's beloved Honeybee stepped out of the car, wrapped up in a large scarf and winter coat and his breath was still visible in the cold air. Already Blaine was beginning to think their idea wasn't very fool proof but just getting a glimpse of Kurt was helping him cope. Like his partner in crime, the elements were quickly ignored and barely registered. Their entire focus was on one another and they rushed together for a fierce hug.

"Merry Christmas, WCT!" Blaine greeted merrily.

Kurt (who was planning to give his boyfriend an equally warm exchange of merriment) titled his head in confusion. "What did you just call me?" he asked, barely holding back the laughter.

"W-C-T: Wish-come-True! What, no good?"

"You could have saved it for a better time," Kurt teased.

The first thing Blaine did was to roll his eyes playfully at Kurt and kissed him full on the lips before he could make another witty remark. That did the trick and stopped the pair from talking for a while, good thing it was too early for anyone to be up and about. But even if the sidewalks and roads were packed, Blaine and Kurt wouldn't have wanted to stop themselves. Kissing felt way too good and after spending a day apart, they needed it bad.

Kurt made quick work of the scarf partially obstructing the pathway to Blaine's mouth and soon they were making out right on the snow-covered street. "You know..." Kurt growled in a low and throaty voice. "It's so could out here I have half a mind to shove you into your car and have my way with you. So we can warm up in the best... possible... way..."

Blaine shivered, not from the cold but from Kurt's seductive tone. "Now that's what I'd call an awesome start to Christmas day. But then, meeting up only to make out in a car at 6am on Christmas morning... seems sort of... lame," he admitted.

There was no iconic Kurt Hummel eye-roll to follow that brave confession; instead Kurt gave his boyfriend a peck on the mouth. "You're right of course. I guess we'll just have to sneak in some quick kisses as we talk out in the snow..." Kurt said, but when he went in for another kiss Kurt was now the one to shiver for real. "Sorry! It's just so damn cold!" he gasped.

Blaine, who felt just as cold, stopped trying to hide it and let out a little sigh. "What should we do? We never planned to meet up for long anyway."

"I guess it would be rash to sneak you up to my bedroom for some morning cuddles..." Kurt began, only to pause when he saw his boyfriend frown. "Blaine, I was kidding," he tutted. That caused Blaine's face to turn all devious and Kurt giggled. "Really? You want to go there? We'd never live it down it we got caught!" Kurt pointed out.

"But think how good the spoils could be..." Blaine teased.

"We have been playing it rather safe so far... it might be fun to act out for once," Kurt admitted.

"And it's not like your dad can punish you for long either," Blaine added with a twinkle in his eye.

At first their playful banter was just for amusement and not serious in the least, but now it was hard to tell.

"I really have missed you Blaine, this morning meeting isn't enough for me," Kurt whispered to Blaine as he leaned in for another kiss.

Blaine's normally sensible mindset was quickly tossed away as he locked lips with his heart-racing boyfriend. If there were absolutely zero chance of getting caught then he would have been driving them both to Kurt's place by now. "I feel I should admit I was originally kidding..." he whispered.

Kurt let out an annoyed sigh, "It seems we've reached an impasse."

Blaine nodded, "Yep, caught between a hard and a mature place."

Time was running out, soon their parents (like many others) would wake up back at their respective houses and were bound to notice their missing sons. Even Finn, who normally slept in could possibly get up soon, so really trying to sneak Blaine in (let alone out) of the house would be no easy feat. Oh well, that was it then, they'd have to save the urge to tempt fate for another day. "I'm not sure I want to act like having you over is something I need to hide."

Like most times, Blaine instantly agreed with Kurt's opinions. "I've felt so welcome at your house Kurt, and I'd like to keep it that way. Not to mention I doubt my parents will find my sneaking out to see you that amusing," he added.

"Looks like our minds are already made up," Kurt concluded, pouting slightly.

"I still want to see you at some point today," Blaine confessed.

So did Kurt, who suddenly thought of a way they could have their cake and eat it too. "I still owe you that shirtless make out session. Perhaps we could do that tonight?" he offered flirtatiously.

Blaine's heart was racing again, he'd nearly forgotten about Kurt's promise and now it was the pull needed to tip the scales. He gave Kurt his best come hither look, who read the message loud and clear and they rushed together to share a passionate kiss. Now there was no trouble ignoring the cold, the heated exchange felt like their insides were melting. Sending blessed heat throughout their well-layered bodies and radiating outwards. Slowly the subsequent kisses became less urgent and more tender until at last the couple brook apart before they'd overheat.

Blaine staggered backwards and he almost expected there to be puddles of melted snow steaming around their feet from how hot those kisses had felt. Judging how Kurt was grinning from ear to ear, fanning himself, he felt the same way. "Wow... talk about a pick me up, I'm sure not cold anymore," Blaine stuttered as he tried to recover.

"You're welcome," Kurt said, still beaming away.

It was probably a good thing that they were outside on a brisk winter's morning because cooling down from a make out session like that would have been tough (and long). The two exchanged silly giggles as they snuggled up side by side, holding hands and they continued their little holiday jaunt down the street in romantic bliss.

"So what we still need to decide is if our second visit of the day will be a covert mission or not," Blaine declared.

Kurt furrowed his brows in thought, which was a tricky decision to figure out, for a number of reasons. Part of Kurt very much wanted to try and sneak Blaine in under the cover of darkness when his family would be full with turkey and thus sleepy. But pulling off something like that wouldn't be so effortless. "I think there's too much red tape needed for a sneak in job Blaine," he admitted.

Totally in sync, Blaine had been thinking along the same lines. "I agree, all my parents would have to do is look outside and see my car's not in the driveway. I'd prefer not to lie to them either, because I'm still living at home," Blaine said.

"I think our plan to keep some distance is proving to be kinda silly, Honeybee," Kurt said with a defeated sigh.

Blaine chuckled at Kurt's woeful state and slipped his arm around his boyfriend's waist affectionately. "Yeah it was silly, but our hearts were in the right place. Because as much as we want to be together all the time, we won't be... and in three weeks we'll be back to our usual long distance relationship. But it's still early days so screw that for now," Blaine announced.

Giggling, Kurt shook his head at Blaine and planted a kiss upon his rosy cheeks. "No argument there, so what should we do then?" he asked.

"I'd still wanna make out with you with your shirt off tonight. So all that leaves is; when I come over... do how should we behave?" Blaine countered by asking his own question.

Sneaking around might add a sense of danger, which was quite the turn on but it still didn't overrule the consequences from getting caught in the act. It would be a whole lot harder to assure Burt that they weren't planning to have actual sex if Kurt's shirt was on the floor. That didn't mean either teen was quick to go with the sensible choice, because something playing safe was boring.

Blaine and Kurt glanced at one another, still wavering with the possibilities in their mind before voicing them, to no avail.

"I think I have the deciding factor Blaine," Kurt finally spoke up.

"Then please enlighten me, baby," Blaine urged with a cute smile.

Kurt was happy to do so, since he could never resist Blaine's requests for long (or his adorable face). "Your parents are letting you visit me in New York because they trust you," he said.

Blaine let that fact sink it and it wasn't long before he felt the need to voice his own opinions, which he already knew Kurt would agree with. "I think we should save such risk for another day, or not at all. The head rush, while amazing, wouldn't be worth the repercussions in the long run. So I'll just nonchalantly slip in to my folks tonight I'll be paying you a visit. The exciting part can be what we plan to get up to..." Blaine said with a smirk towards the end.

"I like the way your mind operates, Blaine," Kurt cooed. "The fact that we've held back so far hopefully means our families will have nothing to suspect," Kurt added.

Blaine eyed Kurt's attractive features playfully, wondering exactly what he meant by that. "You make it sound like we plan to go all the way," he teased.

While the comment was an obvious joke Kurt still rolled his eyes, but leaned forward to kiss Blaine on the top of his nose. Wrapping Blaine's scarf high around his cheeks since the elements were starting to take their affect once more. "Not a chance, not when my parents, not to mention Finn, will be home. Nor am I willing to go out and buy condoms on Christmas day," Kurt scoffed.

Blaine had to stop Kurt there, "I was kidding you know," Blaine pointed out.

Kurt flashed his boyfriend a sheepish yet apologetic grin but he knew Blaine wasn't actually offended so he wasn't mortified by the near mix-up. "Sorry Honeybee, I'll behave," he assured.

The young couple walked fully around the block, chattering away and enjoying the time together until they arrived back at Blaine's car. While it was Christmas day, neither teen had brought along their presents for one another (meaning a homemade craft or musical performance) because Blaine had suggested they wait until they could spend the whole day together. Which most likely meant the 28th or later, thus giving them the chance to celebrate Christmas all over again. One where there would be no need to meet up at the crack of dawn, forced to face the elements. Right now the pair were thoroughly chilled to the bone and wouldn't resort to warming up the way they would have liked.

"I better go, I have to drive back home after all," Blaine admitted with a sigh.

With a nod Kurt untangled himself from Blaine and removed the scarf from his boyfriend's face so he could give him the most satisfactory goodbye kiss. When it was over, judging by the shocked grin of delight on Blaine's face, it was mission accomplished. "So... we'll conduct... my 'gift' at my house right?" he reaffirmed with a low seductive voice.

Blaine gulped, letting himself take a minuet to recover before answering. "Yeah, my extended family is coming over for dinner tonight. So it would be less... hectic there," he explained.

"Alright then, that answers that. So we'll celebrate Christmas with our families and then tonight... get our just rewards," Kurt said, his voice dripping with seduction.

"When I come over you better stop with that voice! If you want to keep us virtuous," Blaine warned.

"What voice?" Kurt asked innocently, but neither of them were buying the act.

"You know what I mean, don't make me want to get even," Blaine growled, proving he could stoop to the same level when pushed.

They kissed on it, sealing the deal with their lips and held each other close until they finally relented and pulled apart. With matching giddy smiles, it was finally time for them to admit the cold heart truth (literally) that their early morning meeting was nearly over.

"Have a Merry Christmas Blaine, and I better hear from you as soon as possible today," Kurt insisted as he began to walk down the street back towards his house.

"Do you even need to ask?" Blaine called out with a laugh as he got back into his car.

Kurt stopped to give Blaine a big loving wave when he drove by, honking away, before he headed back for home. Amazingly, when Kurt peaked inside the front door he found the coast was clear and he crept down the hallway back to his bedroom. Somehow time had stopped for him and Blaine again; he'd only been gone for thirty minuets when it had felt like hours. With nothing better to do, Kurt redressed himself in a pair of pajamas and went back to bed.

Now that Blaine was gone his energy rush from before was coming back down and he was starting to tire once more. Happy with the fact that his and Blaine's morning rendezvous had gone unnoticed, Kurt was fine to head back to dream land. Not with visions gumdrops, but tiny little Blaine's dancing over his head.
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When Kurt woke at 8:36am, he felt more rested and able to face the day even when Blaine wouldn't be there with him to share it with. Of course Kurt was being overly dramatic, it wasn't like he wouldn't enjoy spending time with his family. He was very much looking forward to Christmas at home and so he rose to meet with the day with peaceful optimism. Kurt decided for once to laze about in his night attire, since it was the holidays, and didn't dress for the day when he headed downstairs. Not surprisingly, Kurt found his dad and step-mom Carole, sitting in the living room watching a parade on the television.

"Good morning and Merry Christmas," Kurt chimed merrily.

"Morning Kurt, sleep okay?" Burt asked.

"Yes, amazingly," Kurt simply answered.

"Merry Christmas Kurt, I'm so glad you're home for the holidays," Carole added, when it was her turn.

Kurt smiled at her warmly in reply, "Well boyfriend or not I would have come home anyway, it's Christmas after all. Let me just go get a cup of coffee because what you two have there smells delicious," Kurt muttered as he scurried off into the kitchen. When he returned a moment later he looked over at the tree to see the presents underneath were still left untouched. "Where's Finn?" he asked.

"What do you think, still asleep," Burt said with a smirk.

"I'll go wake him up, this is a typical Christmas tradition for me," Carole laughed as she touched Burt's knee and stood up. Kurt got in front of her path and refused to budge until she clued in and happily gave her son-in-law a long hug.

Once the hug was over Kurt, now content, sat back down on the couch and blew on his hot drink. Kurt felt very cozy and content and it was a pleasant contrast to his normal hectic life in New York (which he still loved). It was nice to come back home to boring old Lima for a good recharge and bask in the company of his love ones. Kurt found himself wondering if Blaine was up yet and how his own Christmas morning was fairing; he couldn't wait to call him.

Burt turned to look at his son all of a sudden, but his gaze was light and almost mischievous (for him anyway). "So I came across a funny thing this morning when I went out to get the paper. I found two separate sets of footprints leading right up to our front door," he commented out of the blue.

But Kurt knew a thing or two about putting on a good poker face, Burt had taught him well and so he didn't bat an eye. "There's no paper on Christmas," he countered wittily.

"Okay so maybe I thought I heard the door open this morning and I went to investigate," Burt said.

"Perhaps we had some early morning Christmas Carolers?" Kurt offered playfully.

When it soon became clear that neither was going to be the one to give in, Burt and Kurt chose to drop the subject and just sit down to a relaxing morning. There was no real need to go there, since Kurt hadn't committed any major offence. Kurt was just happy his dad was rising above teasing him about Blaine for once and watched the parade with a content smile. He truly wished Blaine could be there beside him, snuggled up on the couch but hopefully that dreamy scenario wasn't too far off in the future.

Carole soon returned with a sleep Finn in tow and that signaled the start of Christmas for the Hummel-Hudson family. Kurt stood up and stretched his stiff muscles before hurrying over to the tree. "Allow me Dad, you're a busy congress man who part times as a mechanic still and heart condition aside, you're well due some R&R," Kurt pointed out.

"I know better than when not to argue with you," Burt muttered, giving in.

As if by magic, or rather from how in sync Blaine and Kurt were with one another, Kurt's phone started to ring. "It's Blaine..." he stated with big hopeful eyes.

"Answer it Kurt, you know you want to," Carole urged with a sweet laugh.

Kurt touched the answer button with his finger as he simultaneously mouthed thank you to her and Burt. He didn't bother to move out of ear shot either, since there was really no need. "Morning Blaine, and Merry Christmas!" Kurt nearly shouted into the phone with excitement.

"Merry Christmas to you too Kurt, is everyone up at your house?" Blaine's lovely voice asked through the speaker.

Kurt's smile widened, "Why yes, we're just about to open up our presents here."

"We just finished that ourselves over at the Anderson house. What's with the delay? Did you end up sleeping in?" Blaine teased, he had no idea if Kurt's family could hear him but he avoided asking 'did you go back to sleep' just in case.

"No, that honour goes to Finn," Kurt tutted.

Blaine laughed, "I guess I should let you open your gifts. Just call me when you're able okay?"

"Of course I will. Bye Honeybee, thanks for the call," Kurt said sweetly before ending the adorable call.

"You call him Honeybee? Kurt, that's so adorable," Carole declared.

"Thanks, I think so too," Kurt, agreed with a wink.

"What does Blaine call you?" She asked.

"Um, he's still working on that but I'm sure it will be equally sweet, just like him," Kurt replied.

The phone-call finished, it was back to the matter of opening up their gifts and Kurt collected up both Burt and Carole's packages and handed them over. Finn needed no such help and Kurt came over to sit on the floor in front of the tree beside him, like they were excited children in front of a sea of presents. Kurt was in such a good mood (thanks to Blaine) he was fine to join in and act like a kid once more and picked out his own haul. Though it was hard to focus on them when he was dying to know what his family thought of his gifts for them. "Carole, can you open my gift for you first?" he requested.

It wasn't too hard for Carole to find the item in question, not when it was the most beautifully wrapped package amongst the lot. Which course Kurt had done himself and he kept his eyes glue on her face as she carefully unwrapped the pretty gold and red paper. As soon as the present within was revealed Carole's eyes lit up with delight and Kurt's smile broadened.

Inside was a beautiful black dress that even just out of the box was too splendid to words, causing its new owner to gape with bewildered wonder. "Oh Kurt, it's so beautiful..." she breathed.

The sleek little number was something Kurt had come across at a consignment store a few months back and he knew the second he saw it, it was the perfect gift for his step-mom. "Well you are a politicians wife after all, so you need to dress the part. The next time there's a big even you'll be ready to sparkle and shine," Kurt commented playfully. He was well aware he was misquoting since Burt was actually a member of the senate, but he didn't feel the need to be that correct.

"I love it, thank you!" Carole gushed. "Only I hope you didn't spend too much because it looks expensive," she added.

Kurt put his hand up to stop her voice of concern, "Don't worry, I paid a mere fraction of its original retail value. That's the beauty about shopping in New York; you wouldn't believe the deals I've managed to find. It's like the freaking Da Vinci's Code, where I'm out there deciphering all of the deep secrets leading me to bargains galore!" Kurt excitedly rambled on.

Burt, who was already chuckling over his son's antics because no matter how old he got, whenever Kurt talked about clothes his excitement could be barely contained. He'd lost count of the times Kurt had come home (or to the shop) babbling about an outfit he'd made or found online. This time Burt didn't even try to act like he knew what was going on and he started to unwrap his own gift from Kurt. Which of course was also clothes, even when Burt was normally a plaid shirt and jeans type of guy, he had to hand it to Kurt. His son sure knew how to shop for others almost as well as he did for himself. "Wow, look how snappy this jacket is... another bargain?" Burt asked.

Kurt nodded, "It's a dinner jacket Dad. I figure you could always use another classic piece to add to your wardrobe. As I'm not here to pick out all your formal wear like I did last year; I tried to make it semi-casual, so you could wear it for any event. Oh and look in the bottom of the box because I made a little chart that will tell you how to coordinate it into your existing wardrobe," Kurt explained.

"Sometimes I have to remind myself you're aiming for Broadway," Burt admitted, but it was said as a compliment.

Kurt laughed, "I know, I have so many talents," he joked. "Well, I need to do something in my off time when I'm not on stage I guess," he added with a smile. Of course Kurt was well aware that aiming from Broadway wasn't an easy task. There were thousands out there hoping for the same outcome and all Kurt could do was push past that and give it his all. So whatever the end results were, Kurt would have no real regrets.

Now Finn was curious how he'd fared and did quick work of his own gift, "Whoa Kurt! This leather jacket is sweet! Thanks, bro," Finn exclaimed from his spot on the floor beside him.

Kurt smiled, "I know it's a bit of a clich� but all of my gifts are clothes. There's more as well, I know it's a little tacky but I got everyone some Nyada swag as well. Wear them with pride," Kurt confessed and then he finally set to opening his own gifts. But what ended up catching his eyes was an inconspicuously looking white envelope. "Oh no, he didn't... I can't believe it!" Kurt hissed.

"What's gotten into you?" Burt asked with surprise.

Sure enough, as soon as Kurt turned the letter over he saw it was from Blaine. "Oh nothing, just my cheeky boyfriend somehow managed to sneak a Christmas message under the tree. When did he even find the chance too..." Kurt mumbled, though he was of course touched by the gesture. He quickly opened the envelope to find a hand written note, in pretty handwriting, penned by his Honeybee.


To Kurt,
My Wish come true.

Now this isn't a present so I didn't break any rules. But you can't blame me for wanting to do something for you on Christmas day! Words can only say so much and even writing how much you mean to me is tough. But I'm going to try, only please try not to cry too much baby. I'm just so happy you fell on me, even if I looked like a nightmare back then. I think it's time I came clean about one little fact I've never told you. I sort of, noticed you before your tumble, you caught my eye before hand. You left quite the impression on me Kurt. When I saw that kid coming at you there wasn't enough to stop him, but I did make sure you'd fall on me. Honestly, all things considered, I'm not sorry.

Have a wonderful Christmas and soon, we'll be in New York. I don't mean in a couple of weeks. I mean, by next year. I wonder what we'll wish for then.

Your Honeybee, Blaine.

P.S. Still trying to think of a perfect nickname for you!

The wonderful letter was a pure example of how giving a person Blaine Anderson was. This time Kurt wasn't worried over how the cute messaged made their relationship unbalanced though. Kurt felt so fortunate that Blaine was with him and in his life. Someone who wanted to make him smile, who caused Kurt to cry from joy and who brightened his day. 'Oh Blaine, it's a good thing I'm already planning on giving you a treat,' he thought with a cheeky grin.

"So what was it?" Carole asked.

Kurt snapped back to the present and how he was suppose to be spending the morning with his family, so giving Blaine proper attention would have to wait. Kurt tucked the card back in its enveloped and slid it underneath his thigh. "A card with a cute message, so typical Blaine," Kurt explained. "Oh, looks like my first present is from Finn, let's see what it is..." Kurt muttered as he set to opening the large box. But what was inside made Kurt break out laughing; nothing, or at first glance that's what it looked like. Until he noticed a small piece of paper and Kurt eyed it, puzzled, until the unfolded it and something fell out onto his lap. "What in the..." he chuckled, until all was relieved. "It's a train ticket! For my trip back to New York at the end of the break. Thank you Finn, this is so thoughtful and it's really going to help me afford all this travelling I'm doing," Kurt said happily.

"You're welcome, Blaine suggested it," Finn admitted.

Kurt knew that was the likely case, "Of course he did," Kurt cooed. 'I'll sure thank him for that later too,' Kurt thought to himself.
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While one member of the Anderson family was missing for their Christmas morning (meaning Cooper) the said person did remember to call home that day in the early afternoon. During that call Blaine felt no discontent for his brother because he was in far too a jolly mood to dampen everyone's holiday spirits. After their gifts were opened, the wrapping collected and thrown away, Blaine and his parents snacked on the remainder of his and Kurt's cookies and had a nice relaxing morning. Even better, Blaine's slipping out in the early morning hadn't been discovered and he hoped his lucky trend would continue late into the night. Blaine, now full and feeling lazy, was in his bedroom putting all his Christmas gifts away. Blaine was currently wondering if his boyfriend had found his sneaky little holiday message and how he'd respond to it. The desired reaction was that Kurt would find it romantic and further fuel their intended shirtless make out secession, that is, if Blaine got the chance to leave his house.

Blaine was munching on a box of chocolates when his answer to the first query came when Kurt sent him a text message.

Found the card, very sneaky, cute, but sneaky.

Hey, I can't help it, I was born this way baby.

Oh my god you're quoting Lady Gaga! You're so amazing!

Remember that tonight.

I will, don't you worry. Do you have time to Skype?

Um, yes. Yes I do. I have some time before our dinner guests arrive. Let me log on, wait a sec.

Life was full of surprises and when Blaine logged onto Skype he was submitted to the biggest one yet; Kurt lying provocatively on his bed, totally naked save for Blaine's card covering one crucial area. Blaine deadpanned at the sight, his eyes widening and his mouth growing dry. "Kurt!" he finally managed to utter in a half pant.

Already Kurt was regretting his bold choice, though Blaine's reaction was priceless and exhilarating, seeing the obvious hunger he had for his boyfriend. "Too much?" he asked shyly.

At first Blaine couldn't gather enough coherent words to form a proper sentence, he had been taken totally off guard and it showed. Only when Kurt's sexy confidence began to waver and switch to insecurity did Blaine snap out of his trance. "Fuck Kurt, what are you trying to do to me?" he moaned.

Kurt suddenly stood up and walked out of his web cam's line of vision, the show now over before it could really get started. He'd made a lot of headway in becoming more comfortable with admitting he could be sexy, but sometimes it was still hard to follow through. "Okay, bad idea, oh so very bad... good lord, extremely stupid! That's it, I'm getting dressed right this second," Kurt sputtered off in sheer embarrassment.

Blaine didn't try to stop Kurt, though he very much wanted to assure his boyfriend he'd really liked the idea Kurt was going for. "Kurt, calm down, as much as I would like to go there... I'm not alone in the house and it's not late enough in the day either," he said.

Somehow Kurt hadn't considered those thoughts when he'd thought up the sexy Christmas treat for his boyfriend, bad call. He wasn't completely mortified and that was mainly because Blaine knew how to handle his flustered boyfriend. Kurt quickly set to picking out a flattering but well layered outfit that hopefully would help fully regain his composure. "I swear being sexy isn't easy sometimes... or at all," Kurt groaned off camera.

"You're way better at it than you think, trust me," Blaine assured him.

Now appropriately covered up, Kurt still couldn't face Blaine, so he kept to the sidelines and just out of view. Why had he thought getting naked on Christmas day had been a good idea? Right, he'd been thinking solely about the fun of it. Another thing he found challenging was how to seamlessly go from adorable and straight to sensual, something he obviously hadn't mastered yet. "Blaine, I dunno if I can live this down..." he said woefully.

This was one of those instances where Blaine disliked the limits that not being in the same place brought. Because they were merely skyping Blaine couldn't reach through the computer and pull his bashful boyfriend into view. Or do the obvious pick me up and kiss Kurt to prove to him how attractive Blaine found him. "Kurt, what's the point of skyping if I can't see you," he pointed out.

If Kurt was in view Blaine would see him scowling, because he didn't miss the muffled chuckled Blaine couldn't control. "Laughing at me will not make me want to come back into view," he grumbled.

Uh oh, Blaine had messed up there and now it was time for some much needed damage control. "I'm really sorry... I promise I'll behave. Just, please let me see your handsome face again, baby," Blaine pleaded with guilty remorse.

The near begging tone of Blaine's voice pulled at Kurt's wounded heart and he slowly shuffled into view because he was overreacting. They were young and embarrassing moments were bound to happen and Kurt really needed to look at the bright side. What if they had gone through with the virtual sex and were interrupted at the worse point and by one of their parents! Besides, once again anything they'd done so far (or attempted to) was pretty tame by teenage standards. "Can we just forget the whole thing?" Kurt requested.

"Forget what?" Blaine asked with a confused look.

A sweet little giggle escaped Kurt's mouth and their normal playful banter was back. "Thank you for the card, I loved it."

"You are very welcome, Kurt, you're not mad I did it?"

"Oh how could I be?"

With the awkward moment behind them, Blaine and Kurt spent the next two hours chatting away; about their day so far, what gifts they'd gotten and lastly their plans to meet up that evening.

"I've decided I'm just going to let my parents know I'm coming to visit you tonight. It's the best option really because I doubt they'll blame me for wanting to see you," Blaine explained.

Kurt nodded in approval. "I already told mine you're stopping by."

"What did they say?" Blaine asked, feeling anxious.

"Nothing really, but that's because I didn't say what we hope to get up to when you do come over!" Kurt smirked.

"Good call, think we can really pull it off? Or rather, me getting to pull your shirt off?" Blaine asked sheepishly.

"I want to try, despite any warning signals going off in my mind. The problem is, will we as usual... be able to stop ourselves at the right moment? Or rather, before the right moment," Kurt asked honestly, his tone becoming very serious.

"If either of us ends up getting a boner... or comes by accident, we'll deal with it," Blaine shrugged.

"Alrighty then, guess our minds are made up," Kurt simply replied.

Before Blaine could suggest another topic to switch to the door to his bedroom opened and a blur of a person bounded in and tackled him on the bed. Blaine shouted in surprise as the unexpected body hit him on impact.

Kurt was just as caught off guard as his boyfriend and now that Blaine's assailant had stopped moving they were revealed to be a young woman with dark brown hair. Who had to be closely related to Blaine and Kurt decided to remain silent as he watched the scene unfold on his computer screen.

When Blaine recovered from the attack he sat up from the bed to see who had barged in. "Marcy!" He said, smiling in surprise. "Oh my god, you don't have to tackle me," he exclaimed.

Marcy beamed back at Blaine and Kurt could already see the similarities between them visually. Kurt guessed she was most likely a cousin of his, or aunt possibly since Blaine was the baby of the family.

"Sorry, I just haven't seen you in ages Blaine, since I rarely come back to visit. When I arrived and didn't find you anxiously awaiting my return I had to track you down on my own," Marcy explained.

Blaine was quick to forgive, since Marcy was his favourite cousin, who was five years his senior and the family member he felt the closest to. "Well sorry, I was occupied!" Blaine muttered, pointing to his laptop and Kurt.

"Hello," Kurt waved in greeting, with a big friendly smile on his face.

The amount of delight that lit up on Marcy's excited face was off the scale at the sight of Kurt. "And who is this?" she demanded in a sassy voice.

"My boyfriend," Blaine announced, like it was no big deal.

"Kurt Hummel, it's a pleasure," Kurt replied, playing right along with Blaine's act.

Marcy let out a squeal of delight, "Finally! Wow Blaine, he's smoking hot, nicely done. Now you better tell me when, where and how did this happen? Also why you didn't think to call me! I thought I was your favourite cousin?"

Now this was just the sort of positive reaction to someone in his family finding out he had a boyfriend Blaine had hoped for. Though when it came to his parents nothing they had said or done so far was even remotely close to disapproval. But normally no one but Marcy and Cooper even bothered to ask about his love life since his coming out. "Maybe give me a chance to answer one question before going onto the next?" Blaine sassed.

"Actually, on second thought I think I'd rather have Kurt tell me the details... every single juicy one," Marcy said, switching targets as she nodded at Kurt on Blaine's laptop.

Now here was a good reason why Kurt was very glad they hadn't gone through with any naked activities, or else they wouldn't have been dressed for company right now (maybe, two hours was quite a stretch). Kurt flashed his boyfriend a curious look, who read his silent message and nodded in approval to go right ahead. "Well, I assume he's been to busy with everyone that's happened with his love life to make any phone-calls," Kurt began.

Blaine laughed, "He's got me there."

"As for the when, where and how of it... I'll be happy to tell you the romantic tale..." Kurt offered and went off on a long spurt and filled Blaine's cousin up to date on the couple's history so far.

The story took a while to finish and Blaine added his own adorable comments; finish Kurt's sentences every now and then. Marcy in turn ended up asking them both a number of personal questions that made the boys blush bright red. Eventually Kurt had to accept his time was up and as much as he hated to go, duty called. "I'm sorry... because this has been a slice but I need to go. I promised to help Carole with cooking dinner... it was sure nice meeting you, Marcy," Kurt admitted.

"Yes, we must do this again soon boys," Marcy agreed.

"As for you Honeybee, I'll see you soon," Kurt said with a playful wink and he shut his laptop before either Anderson could comment.

Marcy eyed Blaine playfully, nudging him in the side with his elbow. "What did he meant by that?" She teased.

Only Blaine didn't feel embarrassed, in fact he quickly realized Marcy was an alley he would be crazy not to use. "Actually... expect me to call upon you if need be..." ________________________________________________________________________________

The thing was, Marcy's aid to get Blaine out of the house and over to Kurt's place without a hitch wasn't even necessary. Which the teen discovered later that night after Kurt sent a text giving the all clear; he'd fully expected to have to a little work to escape the family festivities. But Blaine's assumptions were quickly debunked when he approached his mother who was gabbing away with her sister Laura in the kitchen.

"Oh hey there Mom, can I talk to you for a sec?" Blaine asked, trying to sound as casual as he could.

Both ladies stopped their conversation immediately and Jennifer turned to address her son and nodded.

Blaine took a deep breath and wished he could pour himself a glass of wine but that would hardly help. "I was kinda hoping I could step out for a bit, go visit Kurt, I miss him," he admitted.

"Sure honey, say hi to him for me," she simply answered.

Surprised but equally delighted, Blaine wasn't about to stick around to consider the irony and he quickly thanked his mom and was off. Her easy send off only proved Blaine had his parents trust and he tried not to feel guilty over what he and Kurt had planned. It wasn't like they were going to have sex or anything, even if they did, they were both over the age of seventeen. If Blaine had graduated already, who knew what he and Kurt would have done by now. Only he hoped they wouldn't rush things even in that instance. As much as he wanted to get it on with his boyfriend, Blaine wasn't about to surrender what they had to his libido, no matter how alluring Kurt Hummel could be.

The answer to keeping calm during the drive was to not to focus on the whole 'shirtless' part of his visit and simply not over hype his expectations. So when Blaine knocked on the door and it quickly opened to reveal Kurt, his subsequent smile was relaxed and warm.

"Merry Christmas Honeybee," Kurt chimed in greeting.

Blaine laughed as Kurt pulled him inside and gave him a quick hiss on the lips. "Merry Christmas baby," he cooed in return, giving his own kiss as well.

Kurt took Blaine's hand and started to lead him down the hall, humming Christmas tunes as he went.

Blaine quickly noted two things, his boyfriend's apparent good mood and how there were no signs (or sounds) of anyone else in the house so far. "Where is everyone?"

Kurt glanced back at Blaine, "Out," he said with a sly grin.

"What? All of them?" Blaine blurted out in surprise.

"Amazingly yes, they went to visit Carole's side of the family for some cocktail party. They actually invited me along, then us, when they learned we were meeting up. But I explained all we really wanted was a nice relaxing night, having already had our fill of relatives," Kurt explained.

"I can't believe they left knowing we'd be here by ourselves..." Blaine muttered in surprise.

"I know... only don't get too excited because they won't be gone for long," Kurt warned.

"And they have perfect timing, I remember. Good thing we plan to behave ourselves... for the most part," Blaine replied.

Really what Kurt hoped was that they could find a peaceful middle ground between their wanting to try new things and making sure not to go too far. Though lately Kurt was starting to think he wanted to be a little bolder in that area. Because it might be the better alternative to leaving every base (whatever the gay versions were) until they were ready to officially loose their virginity. That when they reached that point, having already crossed off a few firsts might make things easier for the couple. Kurt wasn't so disillusioned to think that when they did have sex for the first time it would be incredible. Not when there wouldn't be much chance (or any really) to practice before hand. Kurt wasn't about to share any of these racy thoughts with Blaine, at least not tonight.

Blaine on the other hand was fighting to keep his imagination (and teenage hormones) under control and he was rather proud of his success so far.

Kurt closed the door to his bedroom behind them both, turning around to give Blaine a sexy come hither look. "Okay, so we don't have a whole lot of time here. I promised you'd head home by midnight and it's already past nine..." Kurt started to say.

There went Blaine's imagination, running off and away from control. "Thee hours isn't a lot of time?" Blaine interrupted.

Kurt's gaze went from hot to sizzling yet it only made Blaine shiver with anticipation. "Knowing us... those three hours will fly by in an instant. I'm also hoping after your 'reward' we'll have some time for some innocent cuddling afterwards," he explained.

No matter how much Kurt got his motor going, Blaine needed to remain above his primeval urges because he was a romantic at heart. "I'd like that very much, honestly you don't need to take your shirt off tonight if you don't-," Blaine started to offer, until he was silenced by Kurt's inviting lips.

Kissing was always a fun way to quiet each other when it was needed, without seeming too pushy that it became a mood dampener.

"Don't you want to see me topless?" Kurt asked with a sensual pout.

Why did Blaine get the feeling instead of rewarding him, Kurt's gift would torture him sexually in the end. Though Blaine narrowly missed stating this out loud because it sounded bad even in his head (and wasn't accurate either). Kurt's offer to take his shirt off had been said as a joke, not as a real reason to get Blaine to talk to his dad. "Of course I do! Can't you tell?" Blaine countered.

Blaine's little comment of assurance stopped Kurt's confidence from leaving him and the clock was ticking. Kurt flashed his boyfriend a coy glance and skipped backwards and out of Blaine's reach, narrowly missing his attempts to grab hold of his body. Kurt only wanted to tease him a little, which Blaine seemed to realize and was happy to play along. "I thought I'd let you call the shots this time, to keep things interesting. So if my shirt stays on or not is up to you and what you're comfortable with..." Kurt said.

So far Blaine and Kurt's foray into taking turns when it went to who was in control had been rather tame (and infrequent). Not because it wasn't something they didn't want to try, just long distance made that nearly impossible. Since reuniting they'd just let things happen spontaneously and while that was fun, it was time for something new.

Blaine scooted backwards on his bed and took hold of Kurt's hand, gently pulling his boyfriend forward as they aligned their bodies. Heart racing, Blaine kissed Kurt's neck, guiding his body to come and straddle Blaine on the bed. Blaine sat up half knelling on bent knees, while Kurt got himself good and settled so they could continue. "Is this alright?" Blaine whispered.

It was so like Blaine to make sure Kurt was comfortable even when he was the one calling the shots, a fact Kurt was grateful for. "It's all up to you Blaine, I'm good. Just kiss me... you can take my shirt off or leave it on," Kurt coaxed. "Either way, let's make a Christmas memory we won't forget..." he added softly.

While the comment was boarding cheesy, neither boy bothered to break the romantic (and sexy) mood felt between them. Nor was there any need to remind each other they needed to stop when it reached a certain breaking point. Blaine and Kurt were well aware of that fact, totally in-sync and more than ready to embrace a new level of pleasure.

It still took Blaine a moment to gain enough courage to take what Kurt was offering him and his hands were a little shaky at first. But Kurt's intense gaze helped him recover and soon Blaine reached out and touched his beautiful face. Blaine kissed Kurt's lips, softly at first until he opened Kurt's mouth and used his tongue. As distracting as Kurt's skilled mouth was, he still managed to explore Kurt's upper body at the same time. Hands glided down Kurt's neck, coming to slide over his collarbone and continue down the front of his body.

Kurt let out a soft moan from the pleasurable contact, which, even through his thick sweater was felt and savoured. This wasn't the first time their kissing had gotten intense so quickly, but this time both boys knew they were willing to go farther (but hopefully not too far).

"Kurt," Blaine breathed between their passionate kisses.

"Mm, this is so nice..." Kurt whispered.

"Nice?"

"Is that a bad descriptive word?"

"I was hoping for something... a little more sensual maybe," Blaine admitted with a growl.

Kurt's little giggle in reply made Blaine that much more determined and he brought his hands up under his boyfriend's sweater and made a surprising discovery. "Kurt, you're only wearing one layer," he said.

At first it was hard to make a flirtatious comeback with how Blaine was now stroking the bare skin of the small of his back. "I thought I would make things easier for you..." he sassed.

"Well, it's greatly appreciated."

Kurt smiled, keeping silent and he simply responded to Blaine's lips on his, until he couldn't remain totally passive any longer. Kurt brought his hands up and began to stroke the small of Blaine's back, while Blaine suddenly trailed his hand up under his sweater, to touch his bare skin underneath.

Blaine pushed Kurt off of his lap but before he could protest Blaine tugged Kurt's shirt upwards to reveal his bare stomach. He leaned forward and left a trail of soft kisses along Kurt's belly and started to kiss and suck his smooth skin.

"Oh, my god, Blaine," Kurt moaned, it felt good, but so new.

There was no risk of nerves now, Blaine promptly took care of Kurt's sweater and lifted it up over his head and tossed into onto the edge of the bed. Leaving for Blaine to see Kurt's naked skin for the first time in person and Blaine couldn't touch him at first. Not until he'd explored Kurt's upper body with his eyes and fully drank in the splendor. "Fuck, Kurt..." he swore.

If the rush from Blaine merely gazing at Kurt and how lustful he looked as his eyes scanned over Kurt's body felt this good, what would the next stage bring? There was only one way to find out and Kurt's patience was being overruled by his own desires. "Touch me Blaine, please," he urged, using his lower register.

That sure did the trick and Blaine draped his arms over Kurt's bare shoulders, turning his attention back to Kurt's lips for a spell. Which Kurt didn't mind because it still counted as touching. Kurt settled back down on Blaine's lap and at first they didn't realize the position perfectly aligned their groins for added friction. Hands darted everywhere, in their hair, over torsos and arms and it was all hot and intense. It didn't matter if Blaine was still fully dressed either; it was enough of a new experience that Blaine didn't feel inclined to loose his own shirt too. Because that would truly bring them into dangerous waters, which they were already wading close to by this point.

"Blaine..." Kurt moaned again, his voice more urgent.

"I love when you say my name like that, baby," Blaine muttered.

"Keep touching me like you are and I'll do more to get you going," Kurt growled.

Happy to comply, Blaine kissed the corner of Kurt's mouth and slowly moved his lips down to his neck and focused on that tantalizing spot for a bit. One of Blaine's favourite pastimes was kissing Kurt's neck (though he was sucking on it at this point), which he'd quickly found out was an erogenous zone of Kurt's. Kurt's body jolted and shuddered and the sharp gasp that followed made it clear that Blaine had found his sweet spot yet again. Meanwhile Blaine was already sporting a partial and he knew it wouldn't take much to have a full on boner at this rate. "Should we... stop?" he wheezed.

Kurt bit his lip lightly, he too was struggling to keep his libido under check and wasn't fairing very well. Blaine might be the one to think he was getting the better side of the deal but that wasn't exactly true. Kurt was the one more exposed but that meant he was more sensitive to his boyfriend's touch. If only Kurt could manage to keep his cock from becoming hard then they could keep going and get to the good stuff. "Oh lord no, keep going... this feels so good," Kurt groaned.

It felt too good, that was Blaine's whole problem. "I'm like a second away from sporting a full hard on here Kurt..." Blaine admitted.

The warning wasn't taken as such and Kurt, in an aggressive impulse, grabbed onto Blaine's hand and placed them on the front of his chest. Their eyes met and for a fleeting second, nothing else was registered. There was a lot to be seen, in each other's eyes and there was no need to voice them, the message was read loud and clear.

"Okay, not stopping them," Blaine stuttered.

Kurt nodded in agreement and Blaine took the invitation to continue exploring Kurt's nude upper body with his busy hands. Blaine didn't know what he was enjoying more, how good Kurt's smooth skin felt on his fingertips or the reaction his touch was causing in Kurt. Every throaty moan, jolt or sudden bucking of Kurt's hips made Blaine's race and his cock throb. "I'm getting a boner right now and I don't even care," Blaine laughed.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Who knew the PG-13 rated version could be so hot... and gratifying," he purred.

"Oh this is going straight to R as far as I'm concerned," Blaine countered playfully.

The trouble was, neither Blaine or Kurt were inhuman and it wasn't long before the temperature between their blazing bodies had risen (and they weren't the only thing to). They both felt their resulting erections only they didn't shy away or get embarrassed from the discovery. Instead they started to grind themselves against one another, never stopping to ask if they wanted to do frottage before just going for it. Kurt bucked his hips forward, rubbing their trapped cocks together from his position straddling Blaine.

"Kurt, I'm not going to be able to hold out for much longer," Blaine, grunted.

"I know, me either... I'm sorry, I just can't stop myself!" Kurt cried out with pleasure.

"Does it look like I can either? Don't apologize!"

Kurt wanted to make Blaine feel good, he needed this, long distance and being unable to physically touch his boyfriend had brought him to this point. "I want this so bad, Blaine," he confessed.

Blaine knew the feeling and he kissed Kurt hard on the mouth, rocking their hips together and going at it full force. "Let's just give in, why stop ourselves?" Blaine urged.

"Is that really very Christmas-y?" Kurt teased, proving even when on the cusp of orgasm he could make witty counter remarks.

"Heck, I sure feel jolly right now," Blaine laughed.

Then, as if they had been waiting for some sign, (though in all honesty nothing the sort was in their minds at that moment) Kurt's phone vibrated in his back pocket.

"Kurt, your phone," Blaine spoke up.

"I know, I bet it's Rachel," Kurt growled in protest.

Blaine somehow was able to slow their rutting down enough so he could think properly. "No, I talked to Rachel earlier and she promised not to interrupt us this time," he explained.

Kurt didn't care who was trying to call him at that moment, he wanted to come and this time there was no desire to hold his sexual desires back. So Kurt picked up the pace until it reached frantic levels and Kurt feared he'd gone too far. Blaine fell backwards from the sudden move but didn't stop or pull away, instead he just went for it full force. "This is our last chance to stop," Kurt said. If Blaine wanted to, it would be hard but Kurt would stop, no question. Because, impulsive acts aside, Kurt needed things between them (for whatever they did) to remain mutual.

There was no cause for concern this time and Blaine was in no state of mind to be the sensible one either. In fact he went so far as to flip Kurt over and on his back so now he was the one on top and inched them closer to release. Every forward thrust sent them towards the desired climax and the friction built until there was no were left to go. "Kurt, I'm so close."

"Me too, me too, oh god..." Kurt groaned.

"Kurt? Is Blaine still here?" A voice all of a sudden called out from the hallway.

"Why now? Why me!" Kurt shouted.

"It's me, Finn, I sent the warning text you wanted, Mom and Burt are due back any second," Finn's voice said as it got louder. "Kurt?" he repeated as he knocked on the door.

Even Finn's sudden arrival couldn't stop the boys inside, they were both too close to coming so it was also too little, too late. "Go away Finn!" Kurt yelled. "Oh, shit!" he then moaned loudly, louder than he had planned.

Finn frowned; he'd never heard his stepbrother swear before, not even when he'd stepped on Kurt's foot during glee club. "What the hell are you two doing in there?" Finn demanded.

"TMI, Finn! Go away!" Kurt pleaded, to the point of yelling.

When the hallway became silent again the urgency and the fear of getting caught in the act pushed Blaine and Kurt that much farther, making it easy to reach the blessed finish line. Blaine kissed Kurt hard on his mouth, his fingers interlacing with Kurt's as they rutted and rubbed against their trapped cocks together.

"I'm coming, Kurt," Blaine stammered as his body tensed up at the peak comment, signaling he'd came at last.

Kurt's own orgasm swiftly followed his spent boyfriend and he too shouted out in muffled ecstasy from the sensation washing over. "Blaine, oh sweet, lord, yes," he said with pleasure.

Blaine collapsed down on top of Kurt, it was done. Leaving the pair to lie together feeling sated but a little shocked at their tenacity. When the haze from the nearly painful pleasurable experience they'd shared started to dissipate, only then could the couple comment on it.

"Wow..." Kurt breathed.

"I hear you there," Blaine wheezed, equally overwhelmed and tired.

"I had no idea when we'd started... this is how we'd end up... finishing."

"Me either, but I sure don't feel guilty over it turning out this way."

Kurt was about to agree with Blaine until his phone vibrated again and this time he didn't ignore it. Blaine got that as well and rolled off of Kurt to allow him to fish his phone out of his back pocket. The pair exchanged bashful looks but there wasn't much risk of anything they'd done becoming a real concern.

Kurt brought up the message to read what it said;

I dunno why I bother, but whatever you guys are doing, either stop it or keep way quieter. They're home now.

At first Kurt barely reacted to the news, he felt too sleepily sated to resort to panic until something dawned on him. "Oh, no, oh god no... they're back already!" he shouted with alarm.

For some reason Blaine wasn't joining in on Kurt's panic stricken sate, he merely ran a hand through his now tussled hair. "So, just put you're shirt back on and we'll be fine."

Now Kurt got it, Blaine was missing one key fact and as soon as Kurt's sweater was back on he chose to enlighten his idealistic boyfriend. "Except this..." Kurt began, gesturing to his own crotch area and then to Blaine's. "... not to mention that virtual clue might give us away."

That did the trick and Blaine's eyes widened in alarm. While it wasn't completely obvious Blaine doubt the wet area left after their reaching orgasm could be passed of as anything but. "Oh, crap!" he exclaimed.

Already ahead of the game, Kurt was up and made a mad rush to his dresser. "Pants, Blaine, we need new pants!" he muttered.

Soon Blaine was tossed a loan pair of pants to borrow and Blaine quickly stripped the pair he had been wearing. Neither he nor Kurt paid attention to the fact they were partially undressing in front of another, as there was no time to. "If I'm gonna go commando I'll need some tissues first," Blaine admitted sheepishly.

Kurt handed Blaine his tissue box and didn't say anything in response and as soon as they were both dressed in pair of Kurt's pants, he was off again. Quickly collected their old pairs and tossing them into his laundry hamper, hiding the evidence of their unexpected frottage. "There!" Kurt said.

The onslaught of alarm further tired the couple and now that the moment of panic was for the most part over, they were finally able to fall back on the bed. All that remained was to calm down enough so their body language wouldn't give them away.

Blaine actually felt rather giddy and beamed at Kurt like a big dopey fool when he sat up to look his boyfriend's way. "Well that was fun," he admitted with a laugh.

Kurt snickered, that was one way to put it and it was better than any alternative Kurt could think of. So he embrace the therapeutic humour and snuggled up closer to Blaine so they could hug one another while doubling over with laughter.

"Wow, I can't believe we did that," Kurt said when he'd recovered enough to speak.

Blaine let out a sign, "Should we bother to worry about it? How we keep saying we should hold back... when more often than not we end up failing?" he questioned warily.

Before giving any answer, Kurt stood up from the bed and lead Blaine over to his vanity so he could get to work on hiding any new hickeys with concealer. "Maybe a little... but then... slip ups are bound to happen. I mean it's not like we've done something neither of us wanted to do, right?"

Blaine quickly nodded in agreement and slid off the bench so Kurt could work on hiding his own love bites. Making himself useful but opening the door just a crack, he could hear Kurt's family talking downstairs. A quick look at his phone showed it was only 11:23, which meant they hadn't gone over curfew and that was why no one had come upstairs to investigate. "As long as we won't regret this in the morning..."

His cover up job done, Kurt switched focus back to Blaine and touched the sides of Blaine's face with his hands lovingly. "Do you honestly have any regrets, Blaine?"

"No, it felt right," Blaine answered without any hesitation.

"Well then that's good enough for me," Kurt said with a wink. "But for the record I still think we should hold back when we're together in New York," he added.

Blaine nodded and the two kissed on it, "Why don't we talk about boundaries and what ones we should have during my visit tomorrow?" he suggested.

"I think that sounds like the mature thing to do," Kurt agreed.

More laughter and kissed followed but this time Blaine knew when he couldn't push his luck, as did Kurt. So they broke apart and spent the remainder of the thirty-seven minuets simply cuddled together on Kurt's bed as they idly chatted.

Eventually the couples time was up and Blaine was the first to move away from Kurt's embrace, albeit reluctantly. "I better go," Blaine said at long last.

Kurt let him go, only because they had three magical weeks together to help make their time apart bearable. "Well Honeybee, I think we have quite the enjoyable first Christmas together," he stated.

"By celebrating another enjoyable first," Blaine added with a wink.