Finn shook his head and sat down on one of the stools. "Nah, it's the same every year. I'm just waiting for the game to start."

Kurt nodded, flipped the pages without touch, and continued to baste the turkey on the counter a few feet away. He was also mixing the rest of the ingredients for the stuffing on the other counter.

"What time is Blaine coming over?"

Kurt checked the time on the oven and shrugged. He glanced at the pantry absently and pulled a few jars of spices out and over to the counter in front of him. "Few hours? He was pretty exhausted after yesterday. I doubt he'd miss the game, though."

Finn nodded and scratched his cheek. "I don't know how you managed to get all that work done yesterday with him around."

Kurt shrugged again and started manually stuffing the turkey. "I had to catch myself a few times…but it is nice, every once in a while, to actually do it myself. I don't really mind."

"Yeah but," Finn gestured at the tin foil that was now making its way from the pantry to Kurt's open hand, "everything seems to go so much faster your way, dude."

"True," Kurt nodded. He glanced at the bottom oven, opened the door and sent the turkey in. He quickly closed the oven door and went to the sink to wash his hands. "But, I had to get everything prepped yesterday and what was I going to tell him? Go home so I can do all of this at once? Don't think so," he turned and winked at Finn.

Finn slid off his stool and moved behind Kurt, propping his crossed arms over Kurt's shoulders. "Maybe I was wrong," he said softly. "Maybe you should tell him, bro."

Kurt rested both hands on the counter and sighed as he turned the faucet off with a blink. "He told me he loves me."

"Awesome, dude," Finn grinned and moved his arms so he could wrap them around Kurt's shoulders. "I'm happy for you, your mom's letter was totally right."

Kurt relaxed in Finn's embrace and let his head fall back against Finn's shoulder, his hands coming up to grip Finn's forearms. "Yeah, which makes me think that I probably should tell him. Especially since I think I'm getting closer to being able to hear his thoughts without touching him."

"Hmm, can you hear anyone else's yet? What am I thinking right now?"

Kurt shook his head. "No, I don't think I'll be able to do that until I fully learn how to control it with Blaine."

Finn turned his head so his cheek was resting on the top of Kurt's head. "You seem really tense, how long until you have to do anything more in here?"

"The turkey has to cook for a while, so there's no point in doing anything else yet. Plus, I have a lot just sitting in the fridge waiting to be popped in the oven from yesterday."

Finn swung Kurt around in his arms and pulled him into a proper hug. "Feel like working out some tension outside until Blaine gets here?"

"Uh, sure?" Kurt said, cocking an eyebrow. "Didn't think you'd want to go out today, its freezing." He leaned back a little in the embrace and brought an arm up to brush a few stray hairs off of Finn's forehead. "We can stay in, you'd freeze out there. Its fine, I'm just… I have a lot on my mind."

Finn dropped his arms and grabbed one of Kurt's wrists, pulling him towards the staircase. "Well, then we'll go blow up your closet. C'mon, dude. You've gotta do something, I can tell. And maybe you can tell me what's bothering you."

Kurt relented and let himself be pulled up the stairs. Sometimes, Finn amazed him with how well he just seemed to get him these days. Finn had turned out to be an amazing brother, now that they had gotten past… way, way past all the awkwardness and fighting. He followed Finn into his own bedroom and slammed the door behind them with a satisfying thud. "So," he sighed, glancing at Finn who had seated himself on his bed, "ready?"

"Mhm," Finn nodded, gesturing at the closet. "You do what you need to do, and then let me know what's going on. You know I'm here for you, bro."

"I know," Kurt said fondly. "And I appreciate it more than you know; especially after all we've been through."

Finn grimaced and reached behind him to pull a pillow in front of him. He hugged it tightly to his chest and made a wild motion with his hands. "Okay, ready!"

Kurt closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He slowly opened his closet doors and with a roll of his neck, everything, shot out of his closet and landed in various places around his room. He stood there, breathing deeply with his eyes closed for a moment, just…feeling for a moment. Man, that felt good.

"You okay?" Finn asked softly.

Kurt slowly opened his eyes and turned his head towards Finn. "I feel great, thanks." He noticed he had succeeded in protecting Finn from any flying objects. "I needed that, thank you."

"I could tell," Finn said and put the pillow back behind him. "Now, what's up?"

Kurt cleared a path to the desk chair so he could sit down, and started working on sending his clothes back into his closet. "Okay, well. This may get a little…gay, for you. Are you sure you're up to this?"

"Kurt," Finn scoffed. "I told you, I'm here for you for anything. Is this a sex talk? Cause, dude. We're brothers. Bro's can talk about sex with each other."

Kurt rolled his eyes and almost sent a shoe at Finn's head, but decided against it. "Yeah, well. Kinda. Blaine and I… well, we," he felt his cheeks starting to darken, "let's just say we're…progressing in our physical relationship and it's very difficult to control myself during… well, that."

"Oh!" Finn let out a breathless laugh, "Dude, I totally have that problem, you just need a you know, image that is totally not hot—"

Kurt held up his hand and shook his head. "No, Finn. I know all about your mailman. Not control like that. I mean, my kind of control. Like, the first time I had to put almost all my focus so the books around us wouldn't come tumbling down—"

Finn blinked rapidly. "Wait, what? Where were you?"

Kurt smirked and covered his face with his hand. "The library," he muttered.

Finn held up his hands and shook his head. "I'm not even going to ask, bro. As for your problem, maybe it's the same? Or, maybe if he knows you won't have that problem? I have no idea."

"Yeah," Kurt sighed, and sent the last of his knee-length sweaters to his closet, "I have no idea, either. And I'm sure as hell not going to ask my dad. I guess I'll just figure it out on my own."

"Hey," Finn said, crawling off the bed and dodging a vest that was soaring across the room. "I'm here for ya, man. But right now, I'm going to go shower. My mom will kill me if I don't look," he held up finger quotes, "presentable for dinner tonight. She'll probably want to take pictures and everything. Ugh."

Kurt smiled and opened his door for Finn as he finished sending the last few items back into his closet. "Carole wants to take pictures on every holiday, it hardly ever happens. Maybe Blaine can cause enough of a distraction," he winked. "I need to get ready, too. Thanks again, Finn. I feel much better."

Finn leaned down and wrapped Kurt into a full body hug. "Anytime, man. Love you."

Kurt laughed and rubbed Finn's back. "Love you too, Finn. Now, go shower." He felt his phone buzz in his pocket after Finn made his way to his own room.

Happy Thanksgiving! Just woke up. Need to shower & change then I'll be over. Love you XXOO

Well, that would leave plenty of time for Kurt to get himself ready. He sent his own text back, still giddy with the Love you's, and tossed his phone down on his bed. Thankfully his outfit for the day was proudly hanging up –already having picked it out the night before – and all he needed to do was change, do his hair, and accessorize.

Kurt Hummel wanted to look perfect, for his perfect boyfriend, on their perfect first Thanksgiving together.

"Mmm, smells amazing in here!" Blaine exclaimed as he entered the house.

Kurt smiled and immediately wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders. "Thank you; now give me a kiss before I lose you to my brother and my father and football."

"You don't mind that I watch the game?" Blaine asked, leaning in to kiss Kurt.

Kurt let himself respond to the kiss briefly, before pulling back and shaking his head. "No, I know how important Thanksgiving Day football is. Go, enjoy. Carole and I will finish getting dinner ready in the kitchen."

Blaine grinned and planted another kiss on Kurt's cheek. "You're too good to me. I love you. And, I'm not quite sure I'm going to get enough of saying that."

"That's okay," Kurt smiled and let his arms fall from Blaine's shoulders. "I don't mind hearing it. I love you too."

"Are you two done in there yet? It's almost kickoff!"

Kurt rolled his eyes and grabbed Blaine's hand to pull him towards the living room. "Yes, Finn," he called. "Blaine is all ready to watch the game with you guys."

Dinner was entertaining, to say the least. Blaine, Finn and Burt talked non-stop about the game while Kurt and Carole continued to shoot each other bemused glances and passed around the various dishes of food. Kurt had to continually remind himself to physically touch each dish, because being at the dinner table was such a common place for him to use his abilities…it was just habit to make everything move on its own accord. But, he couldn't do that with Blaine sitting right next to him.

"My God," Blaine moaned, "this stuffing is amazing." He took another bite and chewed slowly, as if savoring every moment.

Kurt smiled. "Thanks, it's my mom's recipe."

Everyone else nodded in agreement and Finn raised his glass. "A toast, to Kurt. For making a kick ass Thanksgiving dinner."

"Finn," Carole said sternly. "Language at the table. But, I agree. Kurt, you definitely outdid yourself this year. Everything is amazing."

"Here, here, to Kurt," Burt added, raising his own glass.

"Thanks everyone," Kurt said, watching everyone clink their glasses together. He raised his own when Blaine held up his glass in his general direction.

"To you," Blaine said fondly.

Kurt smiled and clinked his glass against Blaine's. His eyes widened when Blaine stood up and cleared his throat. "Well, I guess now is as good as a time as any to surprise Kurt with my announcement. I was going to wait till Warbler practice on Saturday, but I figured your parents should know right away, too." He paused and smiled. "You're getting a solo at Regionals."

Kurt's jaw unhinged and he blinked rapidly. He… what? He looked up at Blaine who was grinning down at him like an idiot. He grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him back down into his chair. "You… Finn, close your ears, or something," he said, eyes darting over to Finn who was looking back and forth between himself and Blaine so fast his eyes may fall out of his head. "A, what?"

Blaine turned in his chair and grabbed both of Kurt's hands in his own. "I talked to the council and we all decided, you're going to get the first solo at Regionals."

"Oh, honey, that's wonderful!" Carole beamed.

"Yeah, kid. That's really great." Burt added.

Kurt let out a puff of air and shook his head rapidly. "I knew you were up to something with Wes and David."

Blaine grinned slyly. "Guilty as charged."

"I don't even…" Kurt trailed off, nerves already building in his stomach. He took a deep breath and turned to Finn. "Finn, you can't say a word to Mr. Shue, or anyone about this, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," Finn nodded. "I know, I'm like your own personal secret keeper."

"Kurt, you don't have to help me with the dishes."

Kurt shrugged. "Blaine and Finn broke out the Xbox, and Dad's about passed out on the recliner, I'll help out until we start the fire and all curl up to a movie." He grabbed a handful of Tupperware from the cabinet to store the leftovers.

"Blaine seems like a nice boy," Carole smiled and started filling the sink with warm water and soap.

"Oh, he definitely is," Kurt agreed. He listened to make sure that Blaine and Finn were otherwise preoccupied with their game and popped all of the Tupperware out from their stack at once, lining them up on the counter in a neat row. He started filling them up with various items from dinner with ease.

"So," Carole started, turning around to take the now cleared dishes and putting them in the sink, "tell me about him."

"Well, he's amazing. He sings like an angel," Kurt sighed and leaned against the counter, with his back to the entrance to the kitchen. All of the lids to the containers came up and descended on their proper container at the same time. "I'm pretty sure I want him to know, Carole," he said and absentmindedly flicked his hand to produce a small fireball.

Carole turned around to grab another dish and her eyes widened. "I'm pretty sure he knows now, sweetheart," she said with a small voice.

Kurt shook his wrist quickly and turned immediately on his heel, just in time to see Blaine standing there in the doorway.

Right before Blaine's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he passed out.