Thankfully, Blaine was up before Kurt, which would work perfectly in his favor. He wouldn't have the younger boy bearing down on him, trying to take the frying pan or spatula from Blaine. Or some other very Kurt-like things. Very adorable Kurt-like things that Blaine loved. Finding an iPod dock on the window sill, Blaine grinned to himself, fetching his iPod and plugging it in. Thankfully, the Hudson-Hummel household was two stories so Blaine wouldn't be bothering anybody with his music. At least, that was his logic. Sorting through his play lists, Blaine selected his Mika folder, setting it to shuffle and setting it to play with a little smile.

Halfway through his cooking, one of the songs titled 'Blue Eyes' began playing and Blaine smiled softly to himself, Kurt immediately coming to mind. Blaine loved those pretty blue eyes and always found himself so incredibly mesmerized by them. He loved it when Kurt wore blue because the color from his top would always reflect on his eyes and make those amazing eyes sparkle so beautifully. And if he was outside on a clear day-oh, God. Why was Blaine thinking about this so much? He decided to focus on the song as the instrumental introduction eased into the lyrics and he began singing along softly.

"Your heart is broken
To your surprise
You're sick of crying
For blue eyes
So tired of living
Misunderstood
Think hard woman
I think you should."

Blaine found himself dancing his way around the kitchen as he continued to sing a little louder for the next verse.

"Come, sorrow is so peculiar
It comes in a day, then it'll never leave you
You take a pill, wonder if it'll fix you
They wonder why sorrow has never left you."

And he was getting into it now as he turned off the heat on the omelet he had been working on a minute ago, the final addition to the breakfast he was putting together for Kurt.

"I'm talkin' 'bout blue eyes, blue eyes
What's the matter, matter
Blue eyes, blue eyes
What's the matter, matter
So blind, so blind
What's the matter with you?"

And then he was thinking about Kurt again, deciding that the chorus reminded him of his friend and those bruises he had seen last night. Those bruises he had wanted to kiss. Those eyes that had stared back at Blaine, confused, when the older boy was suddenly touching his battered back with this incredible gentleness. Blaine was singing and dancing, though his mind wasn't focused on the song, more on Kurt. And, suddenly, Kurt was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, watching Blaine, looking a little confused yet amused at the little show that Blaine was putting on. Blaine's new audience didn't stop him from going on with his singing. It only encouraged him as he grinned broadly at Kurt, easing into the lyrics, making sure he looked at Kurt when he sang about those blue eyes.

Kurt was giggling.

Blaine's heart was racing and stomach flipping.

As the chorus continued repeating, Blaine made his way towards Kurt, singing directly at him, yet indirectly asking that question of "What's the matter with you?" through the song's lyrics. Kurt's expression was soft as he watched Blaine, smile a little weak and sad looking.

As the song ended, Blaine smiled a little sheepishly, eyes lingering on Kurt's for a few moments before he finally tore his gaze away, the next song, 'Touches You' blasting through the speakers of the iPod dock. Blaine swallowed nervously before turning in the heel of his foot. Nice timing, stupid iPod. Moving over to the stove, Blaine picked up the frying pan, sliding the finished omelet onto the plate, finishing the little set up. A side of fresh cut fruit, toast and the omelet.

"I wasn't entirely sure if you'd like it…but it seemed pretty delicious to me." Blaine grinned as he picked up both plates and carried them over to the table, setting them down. Kurt was watching him from the same position. The boy bit down on his bottom lip as he shook his head a little.

"Blaine, you really didn't-"

"I know," Blaine interrupted with a broad grin. "Just like you 'really didn't have to' invite me over for Christmas. But you did. Now we're even." And then he pulled out a chair for Kurt. "Now eat. And enjoy."

Kurt slowly made his way towards the table, carefully taking a seat and examining the meal in silence. Blaine slowly took his seat, eyes on Kurt. With a little tilt of the head, Blaine's eyebrows pulled together. Oh, crap. Maybe Kurt didn't like omelet or something. He should have asked Kurt first. "What's the matter?" Blaine asked slowly, "You don't like it…?"

Kurt stayed silent for a few moments before shaking his head with a little smile. "I love it, Blaine. I just…" he laughed a little, "I'm not used to this. Usually, I'm the one doing the cooking."

Blaine gave a little grin. "Well, who's fault is that? I had to practically force you to let me do this. How many times has Carole tried cooking you breakfast or dinner?" Blaine asked with raised eyebrows.

Kurt didn't answer.

"That's right." Blaine grabbed Kurt's fork and placed it into the younger boy's hand. "Don't make me force feed you."

Kurt let out a small laugh before rolling his eyes and saying, "I will slap you if you try force feeding me, Blaine Warbler." to which Blaine chuckled.

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Blaine couldn't thank Kurt's family enough for allowing him to spend his winter break in their home. He almost felt the need to pay them for eating their food and using up the water and electricity. Kurt seemed to read his mind though, stopping Blaine from suggesting it before he even began to say anything. All Blaine could do was smile warmly in return.

Blaine's parents returned from their trip when they had promised and he ended up spending New Years with them. The moment the clock struck midnight, Blaine felt his phone vibrate with a text message from Kurt. Immediately opening the message, Blaine found himself smiling softly at his screen,

Happy New Year, Blaine Warbler ;) Hope you're having a wonderful time with your parents.
-K.

And of course, Blaine had to respond.

Thank you. Likewise :) Take it easy on the champagne. I don't want any late night drunk dials from one Kurt Hummel.
-B.

A few minutes passed and there was a response from Kurt.

I will be staying away from alcoholic beverages this evening, thank you very much. The last time I got drunk, I hurled all over the school guidance counselor. :(
-K.

Blaine snorted in laughter as he sank into one of the plush couches within the living room of his parent's house. Around him, there were several adults, friends of his mother and father, holding glasses of red wine and champagne. Conversing amongst one another, laughing at all of these jokes Blaine never seemed to understand or find funny what so ever. Blaine was happy to see his parents again and spend time with them, but he hated spending his New Years at this party as the only person in the house under the age of thirty.

Sounds like quite the scarring experience. Though, I would be lying if I said I didn't laugh ;) Sorry.
-B.

It was almost as if Kurt was waiting intently by his phone for the text messages from Blaine because the responses came quick.

Oh, it's ok. I guess it is kind of funny when I look back at it…Having fun at your party?
-K.

Blaine nearly laughed at the question as his fingers quickly glided over the screen as he shifted a little on the couch, leaning his back on the arm rest and propped his leg up on the couch, the other dangling over the edge.

It's not my party. It's my parents'. And no :( It's depressing and boring…I wish you were here.
-B.

So, maybe that last sentence wasn't needed, but Blaine hit the 'send' button before he could go back and erase it. Then again, Blaine did mean it. Kurt replied almost immediately.

Me too…
-K.

The response was so simple, but Blaine's heart jumped when he read it as a little smile tugged at his lips. His fingers hovered over the screen about to type a reply when he felt a hand drop onto his shoulder. Blaine's head shot up to find one of his father's old friend smiling down at him.

"Little Blaine Anderson?" he said with a laugh. "My God! Has it really been that long?"

Blaine sat up immediately, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "Five years," he said with a polite smile as he stood and offered a handshake. "How are you?"

It wasn't until an hour later that Blaine had the opportunity to send Kurt a text message, apologizing.

Sorry for the late reply! Was forced into mingling with my parents' friends. Fun, fun, fun. Gotta work tomorrow so, going to bed now.
-B.

It took Kurt longer than usual to respond, but when the reply did come, Blaine's heart jumped and he smiled, finally settling back into his bed, changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

I figured. Guess I might just have to visit you at work tomorrow if my busy schedule allows it :P Good night, Blaine Warbler