"The great thing about Christmas," Cooper mused, as he sat in the living room in nothing but his boxers, "is that for days after you aren't obligated to feel the slightest bit Christmassy but you still get to use the junk and eat the food." Blaine joined him with two plates of assorted leftovers. Unlike Cooper, Blaine had gotten up at a decent hour, showered and got dressed, complete with shaving and hairstyling. It was two days after Christmas and the hype was wearing off, the high spirits being fuelled on the thought of the holiday break, dragging out the joy until New Year's.

Blaine had arranged to meet up with Kurt, because apparently two days was long enough apart. After eating their food Blaine cleared the plates away, found a pair of pants from Cooper's bag and returned to the living room, throwing them at him. "What're the pants for?" Cooper asked, while Blaine continued to tidy things away.

"Because Kurt will be over here soon and you kind of have a lot on display."

"I'm not shy about it, baby bro. If Kurt wants to look I won't mind that much." Blaine shook his head.

"Look, just put your pants on, okay? I still want Kurt to think that we're relatively normal." Cooper laughed, mumbling something about jealousy while Blaine tried his hardest to ignore whatever it was that Cooper was trying to get at.

Kurt arrived not too much longer later while Blaine was upstairs. He didn't hear the doorbell ring to race downstairs and answer it; as a result, Cooper beat him to it, still having not put his pants on. He opened the door and Kurt gave him a once over, before giving a puzzled look to Cooper, questioning how comfortable he was. Cooper greeted Kurt and stepped to the side to let him in, rolling his eyes lightly and directing Kurt upstairs.

As Kurt approached the door to Blaine's room he heard the faint sound of music coming from within. He knocked twice and let himself in, quickly identifying the song as Toxic. Blaine was almost a little too into the song, singing along and being almost oblivious to anything happening around him. He turned to see Kurt and promptly stopped singing. "Britney Spears, huh?" Kurt teased, crossing the room to where Blaine was, turning violently pink. He promptly switched the music off.

Kurt wound his arms around Blaine's waist and kissed his rapidly spreading blush. "You weren't meant to see any of that." Blaine said, practically whispering.

"It was kind of hot," Kurt said, "hi, Blaine. How was your Christmas?" Blaine blushed more Kurt's comment and glanced around the room, trying to avoid looking Kurt in the eyes.

"Good," Blaine answered, deciding not to address the first half of what Kurt had said, "ate a lot of food, opened a lot of cards with money from relatives, the usual."

"That's nice." Kurt unwrapped himself from Blaine to turn the music back on.

"Can we change the song, maybe?" Blaine asked, hiding his face in his hands, "this is bad enough as it is."

"Hey, you shouldn't be embarrassed about listening to Britney Spears."

"I'm not embarrassed about listening to her music; I'm embarrassed that you just walked in on me while I happened to be singing."

"I missed the sexy dancing, didn't I?" Kurt teased, but Blaine nodded. Kurt laughed, and soon Blaine was laughing too. Kurt pulled Blaine towards his bed and they sat down, Kurt hugging Blaine tightly. "I love you, Blaine." Kurt mumbled into Blaine's chest, where he was still trying to stifle his laughter.

Blaine kissed the top of his head. "I love you too." After Kurt had successfully calmed down and gotten all the laughter under control, he sat up properly and kissed Blaine properly.

"So what are we doing today?" Kurt asked. Blaine laughed.

"Is that all you care about? I was hoping we could stay like this for a bit longer." His arms were still firmly around Kurt, having managed to wrestle them free from where Kurt had had them pinned to his sides.

"Gosh, I was just wondering." Kurt mocked upset and Blaine kissed his incredibly fake pout away.

"Well I was thinking that we could go out for lunch, maybe take a walk, and just sort of see how it goes? I don't have any extravagant plans."

"That sounds nice," Kurt said, "extravagant plans get tiring. Aren't you glad we aren't flying to LA every weekend?"

"That implies getting to see you every weekend, and that sounds worth being tired for." Kurt smiled.

"You are so full of shit, Blaine." He didn't stop smiling as he said it.

"But you love it." Blaine teased, giving Kurt puppy dog eyes that he could never resist.

"Okay, that's true."

"So lunch then?"

"Okay. I just have one condition."

"Oh?"

"Can I drive?"

After lunch Kurt and Blaine walked out to where they had parked the motorbike, hand in hand, Kurt informing Blaine that he would be the one to drive this time.

"Are you sure? You can drive back, if you want." Blaine said, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"No, no, once was enough. I have driven enough motorbikes to at least last me through until my next visit to chez Anderson." Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine's. "Thank you for lunch."

"You're welcome. It was my pleasure." Blaine mocked a half bow.

"And for trusting me to drive your beloved motorbike."

"Again, you're welcome. We didn't die, you had fun; it was a win-win, really." Blaine straddled the bike and flicked up the kickstand, and Kurt sat down behind him, wrapping his arms round Blaine's waist and pulling himself as close as possible. Blaine revved up the bike and they roared off into the metaphorical sunset.

Leah sent Kurt a link to an article on a gossip website, and he read it over. They were sitting in the living room with Cooper surprisingly but not unpleasantly absent. They sat at either end of the huge sofa, their legs stretched out in front of them on the seats so that they faced each other, their legs in a comfortable tangle. The TV was on making faint background buzz, but neither was really paying attention, and they weren't talking a lot. They were coexisting, and that was enough, the quiet being together somehow superior to the lively chatting from different states via internet.

Snapped! Kurt Hummel of the popular TV drama Highlands was caught leaving a swanky Westerville restaurant early this afternoon with his beau, Blaine Anderson. The pair shared a quick conversation outside the restaurant adorned in leather jackets, kissing quickly and hopping aboard a motorbike- is Anderson secretly a bad boy? Why haven't we seen more of this adorable couple? Is Kurt being led astray from his squeaky clean Elliot image? Only time will tell!

Kurt snorted. Blaine looked up from his own phone, smiling slightly. "What?" Blaine asked. Kurt shook his head. "No really, what did I do?"

"Is Anderson secretly a bad boy?" Kurt read aloud, "Is Kurt being led astray from his squeaky clean Elliot image?" Blaine laughed too.

"Haven't we previously established that there is no way I can keep up a bad boy image? The motorbike is about it."

"We have," Kurt reached over their leg tangle to take Blaine's hand, "because you're basically just an adorable cupcake, right?"

"Something like that." Blaine smiled. Kurt disentangled himself to shuffle along the sofa so he was sitting next to Blaine, where he promptly lifted Blaine's arms around him and softened into his chest.

"I love you in all of your cupcake-with-a-motorbike ways." Kurt said, leaning up to kiss Blaine delicately.

"I love you too." Blaine mumbled against Kurt's lips.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Kurt asked as he settled back into Blaine's familiar embrace.

"Yeah, I do actually," Blaine said, and noticed when Kurt seemed disappointed, "I have a doctor's appointment. You could come with me, if you wanted."

Kurt smiled. "I'd like that." With his limited knowledge of whatever it was that was going on inside Blaine's body, Kurt thought that going to his appointment would provide some valuable insight. Blaine was opening up a pretty vulnerable part of himself by letting Kurt go with him.

"It's a date," Blaine said, grinning back at him, even though he always got the tiniest bit nervous before his appointments. He went frequently so they could monitor if there were any changes, and if there were that would mean that they had caught them early enough to do something about it. The trouble with the rarity of his cancer was that there wasn't a lot of research done about it, meaning that his chances of survival were largely based on trial and error in the time Blaine had had it. He had braved up and gone by himself in recent times instead of dragging his mom along, but he knew how much easier it would be for him to have Kurt there to hold his hand.

Marie came home a couple of hours later to find Kurt and Blaine in a similar position, cuddled up together quietly. "Good evening," she greeted, passing through the living room, "are you staying for dinner, Kurt? Or do you two have plans?" Kurt looked at Blaine to question their plans, and Blaine shrugged. Kurt knew what he meant even though he had never specifically said it.

"I would love to stay for dinner, thanks, Mrs. Anderson." Kurt replied. He could practically feel Blaine smile.

"Hey, you can drop the manners routine. Although I think Phillip would buy into all that formality, I'm Marie and you're welcome to address me as such." Marie liked Kurt- she really did- and she hoped that she was a friendly and accepting potential-future-mother-in-law. If Kurt started calling her Mrs. Anderson now he wouldn't ever stop.

She cooked dinner and, when Cooper arrived home half an hour later, claiming to have gone to the gym, the four of them ate dinner together. Phillip was yet to arrive home from work, but that was to be expected. Later Blaine and Kurt returned to their coexisting, capitalising the living room, Cooper disappeared to his bedroom, and Marie asked Kurt for his phone number- or rather that of his parents.

Marie promptly returned to the living room a few minutes later. "It's settled, we're having dinner with Burt and Carole on New Year's Eve."

"We being...?" Blaine asked.

"You two, Phillip and I. I know you have that party, so we'll be eating here and then you two can go off."

"Party?" Kurt turned to Blaine in search of an explanation. Marie left.

"Yeah, the Warblers have a New Year's party every year. It's at Jeff's place this year, and his house is bigger than this, staffed and all. Classy Dalton boys can get kind of out of hand at their parties, though. I hadn't brought it up, but I figured you would probably want to go with me..."

"Oh, of course!" Kurt was just the tiniest bit excited for it- not that it was obvious- and particularly the thought of having a real New Year's kiss.

"Just to warn you, it's usually about a one-to-two female to male ratio, which does generally result in drunken straight prep school boys questioning their sexualities. I invited Liv along, because you just know that she needs to get laid soon."

"You make her sound desperate." Kurt said. He knew Liv pretty well, and she wasn't. She wasn't even particularly lonely, and she was well over her ex-girlfriend.

"She isn't desperate; she just needs to get laid otherwise she gets bitchy as hell and then she will gatecrash approximately all of our dates. Trust me, I know how Liv gets."

"Okay. So we're on operation find Olivia a Warbler to hook up with?"

"Precisely."

"I'm in."

The next day they met up for coffee before Blaine's appointment. They walked into the doctor's office and checked in at reception, where they told them to take a seat. They sat and waited until Blaine's doctor appeared and switched documents with the receptionist, and then called out Blaine's name. The pair stood and followed the doctor through to his office. They sat down and the doctor went to grab Blaine's file before arriving back.

The medical practice may have been one of the more upmarket in the area, but that meant that Blaine could see a doctor who was tailored to fit his needs. Being a doctor who had a focus on cancer research in a smaller practice allowed Doctor Lawrence to keep a file for Blaine and his progress, which meant that he wasn't constantly explaining himself.

"It's nice to see you Blaine," the doctor greeted, shaking Blaine's hand, and then Kurt's. "I don't believe we've met."

"This is my boyfriend, Kurt," Blaine introduced. Kurt smiled.

"I'm Doctor Lawrence," he introduced, not even reacting to Blaine's sexuality, "I've been working with Blaine for several years now. This is routine stuff, right Blaine?" Blaine agreed. "Well, we ought to start with the usual baseline data, keep the others happy." They went through the appointment as usual, and it was all familiar to Blaine, since he did it so frequently. It was just a part of his life. Doctor Lawrence continued to chat with Blaine and Kurt about all the many exciting things that happened in his life. At the end of the appointment Doctor Lawrence simply asked Blaine what he thought about his own progress- no one knew better than Blaine whether or not the medicinal cocktail was having any odd side effects. Doctor Lawrence said that he thought it was the Zenoforix that was making the difference, and decided that it was one of the rare times that they wouldn't alter the drug scheme. He wrote out Blaine's prescription, and then they were done. Blaine paid for his appointment at reception, and they left.

"He's cute, isn't he?" Blaine teased, nudging Kurt lightly. He had noticed how Kurt had smiled at him. Kurt was embarrassed that Blaine had noticed, and blushed ever so slightly.

"I guess," Kurt said, "but I can think of cuter." He pressed a quick kiss to Blaine's cheek, and then it was Blaine's turn to blush.

They spent less time with each other over the next few days, each subtly trying to prepare their family for spending time with the other. When the 31st rolled around, they just hoped they were prepared enough.

The Hummel-Hudson's- Carole, Burt and Kurt, Finn having his own plans for New Year's- arrived at the Anderson household. Blaine answered the door and greeted them all, kissing Kurt on the cheek, being awkward in front of Kurt's parents, and invited them all inside where Kurt and Blaine promptly introduced Carole and Burt to Marie, although Phillip was still absent. Kurt pulled Blaine into the hallway to kiss him properly, where Cooper happened to walk past. "Do you two do anything else?" he said, rolling his eyes as he passed, putting on his coat and leaving, going to have dinner with Leah.

A lot of awkward chatting filled dinner, while Kurt and Blaine only vaguely listened as they played footsies under the table. They were pleased that their parents at least appeared to get along okay. After dinner and dessert Blaine and Kurt volunteered to clear away the plates and loaded the dishwasher, and then they left for Jeff's house, leaving their parents to themselves.

They met Olivia outside- although the party was most certainly open to guests, and they encouraged the guys to bring a girl each, they liked it to be a Warbler party and they knew she wouldn't likely be let in by herself. Blaine was greeted enthusiastically by Jeff and Nick at the door, and as a result Olivia and Kurt were, too. They left their coats in the small walk in cupboard off Jeff's hallway, and continued through to the party.

Olivia slipped away from the others to find a drink, and then merged seamlessly with the makeshift dance floor crowd, and Kurt and Blaine hardly saw her again. They were pulled to the drinks by Wes as soon as he noticed they had arrived, and he thrust drinks into their hands. "Where's the girlfriend?" Blaine asked, and Wes laughed.

"What girlfriend? Kaitlynn is old news, Blainers! I'm on the prowl tonight!" Wes had clearly had a head start on his drinking, growling at them before taking off into the crowd of people, all grinding against each other.

"These are the classy Dalton boys?" Kurt teased. Blaine nodded, pointing in the direction of two of the usually perfect straight boys, who were in the middle of quite a steamy make out session, hands under shirts and all.

"Those two were straight, the last time I checked. Hell, I didn't even know they were friends."

"Well they seem to be enjoying themselves."

"We're nothing special here, Kurt. We can gay it up and no one will care." Kurt finished his drink and took that as an invitation to drag Blaine out to the mess of people on the dance floor, dancing close to him.

The party continued in a similar fashion as games began being played, people stumbled out onto the lawn, thankfully no one intoxicated went near the pool (since it had been cleverly covered beforehand), and the music stayed loud.

"Do you want another drink?" Kurt asked, pulling Blaine towards the makeshift bar again, pouring himself something from one of the semi-suspicious bottles.

"I'd better not," Blaine said, "alcohol and cancer drugs don't mix that well and I'm better safe than sorry."

Before midnight they had a grand countdown, and then everyone chorused the standard celebratory HAPPY NEW YEAR before grabbing someone close to them and kissing them with enthusiasm. Kurt and Blaine kissed, whispering their new year's greetings.

They scanned the room, looking to see whom everyone else was kissing, before their eyes fell on an unexpected but not surprising couple- Wes and Olivia. It made sense in a way, because they had so many similarities, even if most of them were surrounding teasing Blaine and Kurt. Blaine thought that in the scheme of things, of all the Warblers she could have chosen, Wes wasn't such a bad choice. It would be interesting to see if their hook up became a regular event.

After everyone had settled down someone yelled, "Let the party continue!" and everyone else cheered, raising their glasses, bottles and red paper cups. Kurt continued to drink, while Blaine laughed about his cutely drunk state. Eventually Blaine noted his intoxication level and cut off his alcohol state, pleased that, even if for his cancer, he had agreed to be the sober driver.

Blaine rounded up the people he was responsible for getting home at about two- Kurt, Olivia and Wes- and collected their jackets, sat them in his car, and drove Wes home first. He instructed Kurt and Olivia to stay in the car unless they needed to puke, in which case could they please do it outside, and left them giggling to walk Wes inside. He had been to Wes's house plenty of times, certainly enough to know where the spare key was and let them in. He led Wes upstairs to his bedroom and got him to bed safely.

Wes kissed Blaine's cheek. "I love you, man," Wes said, "you know? And it's so cool how you're into dudes, and how you have Kuuurt."

"I know, Wes," Blaine walked over to the door, "good night, Wes."

"Good night, Blaaaainers." Blaine turned out Wes's light and closed his door, leaving the house and locking the front door behind him.

Kurt and Olivia were giggling madly in the car when he returned. Olivia had no intention of going back to Lima, and neither did Kurt, so Blaine drove back to his house. After arriving in with the two drunken friends hanging off him, Phillip passed them in the hallway, eyeing Blaine curiously.

"They're both drunk," Blaine explained, "thought I'd let them stay over here. Better than driving them both to Lima." Phillip nodded.

"Of course. Get them up to bed, Blaine. And neither of them needs to sleep in your room, okay? We do have two guest rooms left." Blaine agreed and dragged them both up the stairs. Kurt announced that he needed to pee and left to do so, while Blaine took Olivia to the first guest room and helped her into the bed.

Returning to the hallway he found Kurt waiting for him in the doorway to his bedroom, looking at him with a face that could only be an attempt at seduction. "Blaine," Kurt said, with absolute seriousness in his voice, "Come here."

Blaine went over and took Kurt's hand, ready to pull him through to the last guest room. Kurt spun him closer and grabbed him round his neck, pulling him in to a sloppy kiss that tasted far too much like alcohol for Blaine's liking. "Bedtime, Kurt. Come on."

"Do you mean bedtime or," Kurt put on the most sultry voice he could manage, "bedtime?"

"Regular bedtime. Sleeping time. In the guest room." Blaine pulled Kurt through to the last remaining guest bedroom. He wasn't sure whether he was pleased to have such a big house or not.

"But Blaaaaaine, we've been together for nearly four months and we haven't done anything more than kissing!"

"I know, love, but not tonight, okay?" Kurt slumped down on the bed in the guest room as Blaine shepherded him in that direction.

"Don't you want me, Blaine? Don't you wish you could just rip my clothes off and have your way with me?" Kurt said, pouting up at Blaine.

"Good night, Kurt," Blaine pulled back the sheets on the bed and helped Kurt take his shoes off before Kurt climbed under the covers.

"Don't leave me, Blaine," Kurt whined, "I love you!"

"I love you too. I'll see you in the morning, okay?" he kissed Kurt's forehead and left the room, turning out the light as he passed, before retreating to his own room and getting ready for bed properly before flopping down on the bed and feeling like he would be happy never moving again. Parties were exhausting and the drunk toddler friends told him that he wouldn't be ready to have actual kids of his own for a few years yet- they certainly were a handful.