The first night Kurt had hung about at Blaine's house was when Blaine was bored of babysitting alone. His parents were at some dinner party or another, and Addison was getting whiny. So Kurt came over and saved the day, bearing a multitude of tiaras and dressing up the little girl as the princess she was. After a long night of hard-core playing, the five year-old fell asleep on the living room carpet, crayon in hand. Smiling, Blaine picked her up and carried her to her room.

He laid her in her bed and slipped of the plastic heels that she insisted on wearing even after she put on her pajamas.

“B-Blaine?” she mumbled, stirring.

“Shh, go back to sleep.”

“Blaine?”

“What, honey?”

“One day, I wanna... I wanna marry Kurt.”

Blaine smiled as she rolled onto her stomach, mouth hanging open and asleep once more.

When he returned to the living room. Kurt had already cleaned up the crayons and was nearly asleep on the sofa. His eyes opened when he heard the stairs creak.

“You might want to get your wedding magazines back out,” Blaine commented, elaborating at Kurt's confused look. “She's prepared to propose.”

Kurt snorted and pulled himself into a sitting position against the arm of the couch. “There are so many things wrong with that I don't even know where to begin.”

Blaine sat down on the other end of the sofa, taking in his friends tired form. It was almost ten thirty—way past Addison's bed time, but what their parents didn't know wouldn't kill them—and Kurt looked worn out. So Blaine really didn't want to bring up what he'd been meaning to ask, but he really wanted to know, so—

“Hey, Kurt?”

“Mm?” Kurt looked up at him.

“Do you think, well, would you mind telling me what exactly happened between us? I never really got the story.” Kurt bit his lip and shifted uncomfortably.

“It's—It's honestly really stupid, and I really regret doing it now. I was just so confused and if I'm being honest I was jealous, and—“

“Whoa,” Blaine cut him off. “Start from the beginning.” Kurt took a deep breath and started over.

“Back during Freshman year, when you told me that you l-liked me,” Kurt swallowed, eyes casting downward, “I wasn't really sure how I felt. I-I think I liked you, too, but I also didn't really want to like you because you lived so far away, and I didn't want things to ever be awkward between us,” he glanced up at Blaine, who's expression was unreadable, and looked away again.

“And then I found out through Facebook that you got a boyfriend, and I was hurt that you didn't tell me, and I was confused,” Kurt put his face in his hands.

“Wait, what?” Blaine asked, sounding bewildered. “Got a—Oh! Oh, God, Kurt, no. No, it wasn't like that, you misunderstood.”

Kurt looked up from his hands, taking his turn at being the confused one.

“David hacked into my computer and changed my relationship status to mess with me. I got my ear chewed off by my mom, and I had no idea what was going on. I remember trying to tell you, but your number didn't work.”

Kurt gaped at him.

“David—hacked—changed...Ugh!” Kurt flopped backwards, sliding down the couch so his head rested on the arm. He covered his face with his hands again. “So the whole thing was just a huge misunderstanding!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms out again.

“Shh,” Blaine quieted him with a chuckle, not wanting to wake his sister. “Yeah, it was.”

“Ugh,” Kurt groaned again. Blaine picked up one of his feet and began to rub it.

“Look, Kurt, it's behind us now. I'm not mad, I get it. Things were getting a little strained between us anyway,” Blaine said.

“Mmkay,” Kurt sighed, eyes falling closed again.

They heard the front door open then, and the sound of coats being hung up and footsteps nearing them.

“Hey, who—Kurt!” Lori exclaimed, practically yanking Kurt to his feet and crushing him in a hug.

“Oh, h-hi Lori,” Kurt stuttered, attempting to regain his footing.

“Jeez, mom, don't kill him,” Blaine commented from the couch.

“Oh, darling, it's so good to see you again,” Mrs. Anderson commented pulling Kurt back you look at him. “You know just the other day I was working on this design and—“

“Honey, let the poor kid breathe,” Michael Anderson laughed, appearing behind his wife's shoulder.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” she said, dropping her hands. After a moment though, she flailed them and hugged him again. “I'm just so happy to see you.”

“It's good to see you too,” Kurt laughed, hugging her back. “But it's getting late, I should probably head home,” he said, reaching for his bag.

“Oh, nonsense, honey, you look exhausted. Just spend the night.”

“Uh..” Kurt looked to Blaine, who shrugged. “Alright, that sounds wonderful.” Kurt smiled.

“Marvelous,” Mrs. Anderson said, clapping her hands together. “I'm going to go check on Addison. Can I trust you to be a good host, Blaine?” she have her son a skeptical look.

“I learned from only the best,” Blaine replied with a smile.

“Oh, you're an angel.” Lori kissed his forehead and left the room. Blaine picked up Kurt's bag.

“Come on, let's get you settled in before she decides to smother you again.”

XOXOX

Lorelle was thrilled to have Kurt around again, especially now that he was old enough to work for her. He mostly answered the phone, scheduled appointments, faxed and filed papers, but he did a share of designing as well. Plus, he got a discount when he ordered fabric for himself, since he would do so through Lori's company. One of his favorite things to make were dresses for Addison. The little girl had dozens of them, and wore them all the time. From beach dresses to tiny wedding gowns, the girl was set.

Then Kurt was invited to the company's family-friendly Holiday party, and Addison bounded into Blaine's room where the two had been watching America's Next Top Model. The small girl threw herself onto Kurt's lap, holding a magazine up to his face.

“Kuuuurt! Will you make me this for the party, pleeeeaaaase?” she asked, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout—something she'd learned from Blaine.

“Well hello to you, too,” Kurt said, taking the magazine from her hands. “You're sure this is the one you want?” he asked. She nodded.

“But I want it shorter, so that I can run around without ripping it.”

“Alright, I'll see what I can do,” Kurt replied, and she squealed in excitement.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Addison placed a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek before running from the room, screaming, “Mommy! He said he'd make it for me!”

“Man, can we just steal some of her energy?” Blaine asked, looking at the door his sister had just left through.

“I wish,” Kurt sighed. “What are you wearing?”

“To the party?” Blaine asked. “It's nothing special. Mom made it for me when they started planning it.”

Blaine got up and moved to his closed, rifling through it before pulling out a garment bag. He laid it on his bed, unzipping it and pulling the suit out.

Kurt jumped up from the couch, looking at the jacket in awe and running his fingers down the sleeve. It was a light gray, and Kurt could tell that it was impeccably tailored without even seeing it on him.

“You're mother's a genius,” Kurt commented while Blaine put the suit away.

“That's what people say,” Blaine shrugged. “What about you?”

“I'm just going with simple black. I don't want to push it with these employers I've never met before.” Kurt said, looking only slightly upset.

“What, no sequined suit jacket?” Blaine teased. Kurt glared at him.

“Don't tempt me, Anderson.”

XOXOX

The day of the party came, and Kurt was freaking out. He had his suit, his shoes, his hair products, his facial creams, everything he needed, and was camped out in Blaine's bathroom. Why was he freaking out, though? Because he was about to go meet his employers at a classy party, and all he could think about was spilling something on himself, or someone else, and making a fool out of himself. Kurt and Lori worked from the Anderson's home, so Kurt had only spoken to a few of these people over the phone.

There was a knock on the door.

“Kurt? I need my hair gel.”

“Come in,” he called, not looking away from his nervous reflection. The door opened, and Blaine stepped in, shirt tucked in, but missing the jacket and tie.

“You look great,” Blaine said, and Kurt finally looked at him as he reached for the gel.

“Th-thanks,” Kurt stuttered.

“You okay?” Blaine asked.

“Just nervous. Don't judge me,” Kurt said worriedly, bracing his hands on his knees.

“I'm not,” Blaine said. “Look, I've met these people a hundred times, you have no reason to worry. They're going to love you.”

“How can you be so sure?” Kurt asked skeptically.

“Have you met yourself? You're the single most interesting kid in all of Ohio. Now come on, you can do my hair.”

“You certainly know how to woo a man.”

XOXOX

Okay, so this party was nothing like Kurt was expecting. Sure it was held at a classy country club and everyone was dressed to the nines, but they weren't acting like it. Everyone was laughing loudly, their children running rampant. Games of pool were being bet on and played, and there was alcohol in the possession of everyone over twenty-one.

When Kurt was introduced to the CEO of the company, the man clapped him on the shoulder and joked that he worried Kurt might end up stealing his job from the praise Lori always gave him.

There was a stage with a microphone, where one of the committee members would occasionally give away a prize by raffle. Kurt was sitting with Blaine at one of the dining tables when Addison bounded onto the stage in her little red dress, taking the microphone off it's stand and holding it to her face.

“Hi everyone!” she said, waving to the crowd. The room quieted and turned to watch her. “My name's Addison Anderson, and I really want to play that piano,” she pointed to the upright in the corner of the platform. “So I'm going to play Jingle Bells for you, like my big brother Blaine taught me,” Addison pointed to Blaine where he sat, and there was a chorus of 'aww's.

Addison skipped over to the piano and used one finger to play, singing into the mic, “Jingle bells, jingle bells, jin...gle all the way. Oh what fun it is...to ride in a one-horse, open sleigh!”

The crowd burst into applause, and she jumped from the piano stool and ran to bury her face in her dad's pant leg. The room quieted again, and a lady asked, “Will Blaine play again for us this year? He was just wonderful last time.”

“No, I couldn't,” Blaine politely declined.

“C'mon, boy!”

“Please, Blaine?”

“It was the highlight of the evening last year!”

Kurt laughed. “Go, do it,” he encouraged. Blaine gave him a look before standing up and holding out his hand.

“Only if you do it with me.”

Flushing immediately, Kurt shook his head, and mouthed 'no no no no no' at his friend.

“Kurt! Kurt! Kurt! Kurt! Kurt!” the party began chanting. And Blaine was standing there expectantly with his stupid smile, and how the hell could Kurt say no?

Rolling his eyes, he stood up and followed Blaine to the piano, seating himself on the bench next to him as Blaine began to play.

“Really?” he hissed, disproving of the song choice, but Blaine just smiled, and he was forced to go along with it.

I really can't stay...
But baby, it's cold outside.
I've got to go away...
But baby, it's cold outside.
This evening has been...
Been hoping that you'd drop on,
So very nice.
I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice.

They sang the entire song, Kurt blushing profusely at gosh your lips look delicious. The pair harmonized the last note beautifully, and their audience applauded as though they'd never heard music before.

“See, I told you you had nothing to worry about,” Blaine whispered as they gave small bows and moved offstage. They went out through some glass doors onto a balcony, the cool air soothing Kurt's flushed skin.

“Alright Mr. Anderson, what would you like for being right?” Kurt asked sarcastically. Blaine glanced above them and smiled.

“A mistletoe kiss?”

Shocked, Kurt looked up at the door frame, where there was, indeed, a cluster of mistletoe hanging. Butterflies erupting in his stomach, Kurt looked back at Blaine, who was suddenly standing much, much closer to him than before. Blaine searched his eyes for a moment, before leaning in and pressing his lips to Kurt's.

It was short, warm, and very sweet. When Blaine pulled back he was smiling, then turned to the railing and looked up at the stars.

“Look, you can see Aries.”