Kurt and Blaine were driving to Blaine’s house together for the first time; Blaine was in the driver’s seat, clutching the steering wheel tightly. Blaine’s mother had left a voice message on Blaine’s voicemail that Kurt had overheard inviting them to an annual Christmas dinner, and Kurt had insisted on them going. Blaine had looked nervous and tried to convince Kurt not to go, even trying to make other plans, but Kurt made sure they went, nearly dragging Blaine to the car the day of.
“We don’t have to go,” Blaine said to Kurt for the hundredth time that day, glancing to his boyfriend nervously out of the corner of his eyes. Kurt rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, saying nothing at first.
“No, I definitely think we do,” Kurt replied, smiling. He grabbed onto Blaine’s wrist to slip their hands together.
Blaine groaned, frustrated. “Just stay by me, okay?”
Kurt narrowed his eyes at him. “I actually intended on wandering into your house alone, Blaine.” This caused Blaine to chuckle at himself, nose crinkling as he realized how ridiculous request was.
The rest of the car ride, they listened to the radio, only breaking the silence to sing along to “Fucking Perfect,” grinning widely at each other, voices blending perfectly together. Soon, they were riding up Blaine’s wide pathway leading to his house through empty land, donned with snow and parking in his driveway.
Once they arrived to the doorway, it swung open to reveal Blaine’s mother. Kurt’s eyes widened. She was stunningly beautiful, with long black hair that was a little bit curly and green eyes and Kurt knew with one look where Blaine had gotten his good looks from.
“Hey mom,” Blaine said with a sheepish smile, keeping Kurt behind him.
“Blaine!” The woman said with excitement, looking straight at Kurt. “And this, I assume, is Kurt?”
Kurt blushed and walked forwards to introduce himself. “Yes ma’am. It’s so nice to meet you.”
Blaine’s mother squealed and pulled Kurt by the arms forward to hug him tightly. Kurt gasped, surprised, and heard Blaine chuckle behind them.
“It’s so great to meet you Kurt, I’ve heard so much about you!” Mrs. Anderson let him go and led them into the house, still gushing to Kurt in an excited tone. “I’ve always wondered when he was going to bring you over, because I’ve been told you have the voice of an angel and- oh my gosh, your eyes are gorgeous!”
Kurt blushed, sneaking a look at Blaine who was hiding a smile behind his gloved hand. “Oh well I wouldn’t say I have the voice of an angel,” Kurt told her, trying to be modest.
“Oh, I’m absolutely sure you do! You just have to sing for the family!” she replied happily, finally letting Kurt go so they could all sit on the couches in the living room. Kurt took a seat next to Blaine while Mrs. Anderson went into the kitchen to get them something to drink.
“So you’ve told her about me, huh?” Kurt whispered to Blaine bemusedly, making Blaine blush.
“Of course I have,” Blaine replied softly, kissing him on the cheek.
“So this is what you were worried so much about?” Blaine’s face darkened a bit, and he said nothing, so Kurt let it go, grabbing his hand. “I honestly thought your mom was going to strangle me with excitement,” he added with a chuckle.
Blaine laughed, his eyes twinkling again. “Yeah, she’s been waiting a while to meet you.”
“And she’s okay with the whole ‘gay’ thing?” Kurt asked him.
“I guess, she’s just happy with anyone I love,” Blaine answered, and Kurt grinned at the declaration.
“So when is everyone else getting here?” Kurt asked him, looking at the big grandfather clock in the corner.
People usually don’t start showing up until three, so I have a couple of hours to show you around, maybe show you my room,” Blaine said with a wink.
Blaine’s mother walked in, handing them each a glass of eggnog, explaining to them how she makes it herself. Kurt smiled and took a sip, marveling at the amazing taste. “Mrs. Anderson, this is delicious, is it out of the question to ask for the recipe?”
“Call me Melinda, Kurt darling. And of course not, I can explain to you how to make it right now!” She stood up and started to lead Kurt into the kitchen by the hand before Blaine pulled him back towards him.
“Actually mom, I was hoping I could show Kurt around first before people started getting here.” Blaine told her. “You know once Uncle Rob gets here, he’ll be questioning us both like crazy.”
Melinda laughed and patted Kurt on the hand, “Go ahead then. I hope you don’t find the house too dirty.”
Kurt looked around the spotless house and chuckled. “If I may, your house is anything but dirty.”
Eyes twinkling, Melinda said, “I like him, Blaine, you should bring him around more often,” before leaving them alone in the huge hallway.
“I think my mom likes you,” Blaine said softly, kissing the tip of Kurt’s ear. “So you want to look around?”
“Promise we won’t get lost?” Kurt asked, looking around the huge house.
Blaine chuckled. “Promise. Let’s go.”