AN: Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays. Im sorry that I didnt get to add more to this but Im currently rushing out the door, so enjoy a filler chapter to hold you over until next time. Much love and enjoy your new year! xo

"I just want to get this straight because Im having a hard time understanding what youre trying to tell me," Amanda began as she dressed the mannequin in something from Tom Ford. "You two go on dates, you both kiss 90% of the time youre alone, hes invited you home out of state with him for the holiday, you give him body rubs when he gets in from the gym, and he dropped a handsome amount of money on you recently just because… yet youre trying to tell me that you arent together? Am I supposed to believe that, Kurt Hummel?"

Kurt smiled at his coworker as she continued to babble. He dropped a box of the merchandise next to her and began to help her with the mannequin. Yes it did sound ridiculous that he and Blaine werent actually together yet but they each had their reasoning. It probably didnt make sense to other people, but they were on the same page. "You dont have to believe it but its the truth."

Amanda flipped her golden hair back over her shoulders to glance up at him. "The two of you are full of shit."

Kurt laughed.

"Just stop the nonsense and get together. Jeez."

"Well like I said, we have our reasons." Kurt started to pull a dark belt through the mannequins belt loops. "I acknowledge that its foolish for us to make out as often as we do… or at all really since we arent boyfriends but after the first kiss it was very hard not to continue..."

Amanda didnt even bother to answer.

"And basically… I just got out of a terrible relationship and hes still Blaine Playboy Anderson whether he thinks he is or not. This is our exhibition period where we make sure that were compatible and can survive before jumping into any titles."

"Okay." Amanda stood up and looked over the Mannequin. "This one looks good. Want to move on to the womens department?"

Kurt nodded, dragging the box backwards. A few customers exited the store with their bags in tow. "We can do that next. I am curious as to what you have to say though. You always have something to say."

She laughed, picking up the plastic and other scrap. "Moi? I have nothing to say, mon chéri."

Kurt smiled at her before crossing his arms. "Really?"

"Of course not," she began. "Listen, I respect that youre feeling things out with him but if you want to be honest with yourself and with Blaine, you both are in a relationship. Neither of you would date anyone else right now because youre his and hes yours…"

Kurt felt himself blushing. "I agree with that but until Im one hundred percent sure, I will still be technically single."

Amanda walked with her friend towards the elevator, trying her best not to roll her eyes. "You know what Kurt, whatever helps you sleep at night… oh yeah. You sleep with Blaine. Blaine helps you sleep at night—hey!" She laughed when Kurt playfully shoved her into the Saks elevator. "No hitting."

Kurt smiled. "I like him a lot." He checked his watch. "After my shift Im heading to Brooklyn to meet him at his gym, and from there were meeting up with Rachel—his sister—and Santana. Were partying at this club that Santanas friend promised to get us into if you want to tag along."

Amanda pouted. "That sounds like itll be a ton of fun and Id love to meet all of your wonderful friends."

Kurt turned to her as they stepped off of the elevator. "But…?"

"But," she continued, "I am leaving for Thanksgiving directly after my shift. Greg is going to pick me up and then were stomaching the holiday traffic on the way out the city."

They headed over to the womans department as Kurt sighed. "Everyones leaving me here in New York. I totally forgot."

"Its not too late to let Nancy know you wont be here on Friday and go with Blaine and his sister, you know."

"It really is," Kurt said with a grimace. Nancy was their shift manager and she was probably one of the meanest human beings hed ever had the misfortune of sharing breathing space with. "Its the day before Thanksgiving. Shed probably fire me for pulling something like that. Besides, I could use the time and a half to put towards Christmas gifts and travelling back to Ohio."

Amanda nodded, beginning to undress one of the mannequins.

"Blaine understands anyway. I dont want to be up and then down… or wishy-washy."

"Well I get that but I doubt hed mind."

Kurt felt his phone vibrate and looked around for his manager before reaching for it.

From Blaine:

Are you off work yet? Hurry up.

He smiled at the message and rolled his eyes before replying.

To Blaine:

Theres still an hour before 8. Shouldnt you be … IDK… working out? Getting ready for your fight?

"That him?"

"Of course," Kurt said with a laugh. "Its around this time that he starts pestering me about my whereabouts."

Amanda laughed, passing a few articles of clothing to Kurt. "I have a good feeling about him. I liked Charles at first but that was only because he reminded me of a young, tall Brad Pitt. But… he was just… no. Blaine, however—"

"You like him, I know." Kurt smiled as he looked around the store. "I do too."

From Blaine:

Hurry up.

…

At 9:00, Blaine put his phone down on the edge of the ring and started to undo the tape on his hands. He looked up at Omar and one of the trainers at the gym sparring in the ring. Omar bobbed and weaved before swinging wildly and Blaine smirked as he watched him. The kid was quick but he did need to work on his accuracy.

Elliott walked up beside Blaine, grabbing his other hand and undoing the tape. Blaine nodded to him before rolling his neck. "Today went well."

Elliott nodded. "It went great. You were actually focused today…"

"There was no class," Blaine told him. "I got to rest this morning."

His trainer and friend watched him flex his hand after he removed all of the tape. "Thats good. I admire you for doing school and boxing but I dont know how long youll be able to keep up both if youre serious about this Blaine."

Blaine looked up, watching Omar stop for a break and some water. He didnt think quitting school was an option—boxing was great but did he want to do it professionally? Honestly it began as a hobby for him; something to keep him out of trouble. Something to distract from the fact that his parents werent as involved in his life as his best friend Jeffs were in his. He knew he was good at it but… dropping out of school to fight?

"No pressure though," Elliott joked, slapping the teen on the back. Blaine smiled at him.

"Yeah. No pressure."

Omar went back to fighting and Blaine took a step back from the ring, grabbing his phone and walking over to the bench. "So why did the guy I was supposed to fight cancel on me?"

Elliott turned back to see Blaine walked off and followed after him, sitting on the bench and watching Omar spar in the ring. "Apparently he had a ski-trip accident, but thats better for you. Amateur title belt is floating out there and Mr. Motta thinks youre ready."

Blaine nodded unlacing his sneakers. "I know Im ready."

"The only problem is," Elliott gestured across the boxing gym to another fighter. "Your buddy Adam over there has been here a lot longer than you have and hes probably more experienced and more deserving."

As if on cue, Adam stopped hammering at the punching bag and looked over at Blaine and Elliott. He sent them a wink before focusing on what he was doing once again. Blaine looked away and back to the ring.

"I wouldnt ever refer to Adam as my buddy, Elliott."

"Maybe not." He smiled. "But its something to think about. Maybe you and he can duke it out for a title shot."

"Like Mr. Motta would let any of his boxers actually go up against one another." Blaine looked down at his cell phone when it lit up. "I know that I want that title match, though. My record should speak for itself Elliott… I have one loss and that was my first fight over a year ago. Eight knockouts… come on. Adam may have more age and more fights but he also has more losses."

"Yeah but the ratio is pretty even," Elliott told him. "And I know that he doesnt knock guys out quite like you do but he is a smart fighter and Mr. Motta would want to be fair."

Blaine scoffed. "Didnt he have a title shot and lose?"

"He did."

Blaine shook his head as he grabbed his phone and read through a couple texts. "Well whatever. Ill take whatever fighter is willing to fight me I guess, but not a scrub. I dont get recognition fighting these losers."

From Rachel:

I hope youre all packed up because I have no intention of missing our flight knuckle head.

"Id never let you waste your time, Blaine. Just because youre a lot better than these guys youre fighting doesnt mean theyre scrubs, youre just a lot better." Elliott smiled. "The waiting game is a big part of this."

To Rachel:

Im packed…

"Youre right." Blaine checked the time and looked up at Omar to see his session was wrapping up. "Whatre your Thanksgiving plans?"

"Eating and coming right back here to get ready for my fight," Elliott stood up. "No rest. Youre coming to my fight right?"

"No doubt," Blaine stood up and smiled. "Im bringing Kurt too..." They both began to walk to the locker room—Blaine carrying his Boxing sneakers. "Things are getting serious between us…"

Elliott smiled. "Never thought to hear that from you but its making me happy. So things with Fallon are definitely done?"

Blaine nodded. They walked into the locker room and he went straight to his row. "Thats over with. I still see him in class and around campus but the most we say is hello."

Omar walked in afterwards and pulled off his shirt. He said hello to Elliott before disappearing into his aisle. Blaine smirked and shook his head when his trainer gave him a questioning look. This was usually the time that Blaine would ask him to politely leave so he could mess around with Omar, but things changed. "No. Youre good."

Elliott smiled. "Well get showered and back into your street clothes. I need to close up shop with Motta anyway."

Blaine nodded to him and gave him a five before turning away to his locker. He checked his phone now to see another message.

From Kurt:

I just got off the train. Ill be there in a few minutes.

Blaine undid the drawstrings of his shorts with one hand and typed a reply with the other. He had a long day of training and though he was exhausted, he couldnt wait to see Kurt and hang out with their group of family/friends.

To Kurt:

Hurry. Up. Im in the locker room.

"You taking a shower too?" Omar asked, walking past him with a towel around his waist. Blaine looked up and at the boy before rolling his eyes away.

"Ill wait until youre done."

Omar smiled at him. "Blaine, I dont bite. Im sure you remember that—"

"Ill wait until youre done," he repeated.

Omar nodded as he looked Blaine down from head to toe. He smiled once more and walked off towards the showers. Blaine looked down at his phone and put it on lock, placing it in his locker and deciding to walk out of the room and meet Kurt in the gym instead.

Kurt pushed open the doors to the boxing gym, knowing that he had very little business in a place like this. The way the guys and the couple girls who trained there stared at him every time he entered was a testament to the fact. Still, he walked through the threshold and glanced around the facility, smiling when he saw a familiar face. Elliott waved him over and gestured to the back.

"Blaines done for the night. He just headed into the locker room."

Kurt smiled and thanked him, about to walk in that direction when he saw Blaine jogging over to him. Blaine was a bit sweaty and his curls were springy at the top where his gel hadnt held as strong as it usually had. Kurt hated that he was shirtless because shirtless Blaine was hard not to want to kiss… and Blaine knew that.

"Finally," Blaine said with a smile, taking his hand. "Come on… I need to get a shower but Omar is back there right now."

Kurt went a bit stiff at first at the mention of Omars name. Getting used to the idea that someone Blaine messed around with was still around him a majority of the time wasnt that easy. Blaine was dragging him back towards the locker room by the hand and pushed the double doors open for him when they arrived.

Kurt always hated the smell that met him when he entered the room—quite honestly it wasnt very different from the waft of boy aroma that filled the air in McKinleys boy locker room, but the smell was probably magnified by three. He quickly walked ahead of Blaine to his row, not wanting to accidentally see any naked guys switching into or out of their clothes had they been in there. Blaine smiled as he followed behind him, sitting on the bench.

"I think Im going to go to my grandmothers house and get in the shower. I still have the key and usually shes at Bible Study on Wednesday night. Come with me."

Kurt knew right off the bat that this was a terrible idea. "Wait… is this the same grandmother that was in a rush for you to move out because you were a pain in her ass? You want to break into her home with some random boy she doesnt know?"

"First of all—" Omar cleared his throat inside the shower and Blaine rolled his eyes, continuing. "Youre not a random boy. Secondly, well be in and out…" he trailed off when Kurt stared at him a bit in disbelief. "Im still her grandson, Kurt. She wouldnt call the cops on me."

"What if she changed her locks?"

"I doubt she did." Blaine stood up, grabbing a sweater from his locker and throwing it on over a t-shirt. "I just want to smell nice when we go out tonight."

Kurt wanted him to smell nice as well. "Alright…"

Blaine smiled at him. "How was your day?"

"It wasnt too bad. Amanda pestered me quite a bit," Kurt crossed his legs and watched Blaine pull up a pair of jeans over his boxers. It was a struggle not to bite his lip. He turned instead and faced the bright red lockers. "The customers were rabid animals. My manager was still a bitch. But Im getting to see you now so I think Ill survive…"

Blaine smirked, blowing a kiss. "Ill make it all better."

"You always do," Kurt said. He glanced over to see him fixing his pants. "So how was your time being a sweaty, strong, sexy man at the gym?"

"Youre earning so many brownie points right now…"

Kurt laughed.

"I got a lot done today. I need to gain a couple pounds though… thinking about trying to compete for the title."

Kurt nodded though part of him hated that Blaine was in this… profession, if it was even that. Hobby. Whatever. The thought of Blaine getting hurt for sport or even putting himself at risk of getting hurt wasnt something Kurt was a fan of—no matter how good he was at it. "Okay…"

"But the Brit will probably get that opportunity so…" the running water stopped as Blaine towel dried his hair and pulled his beanie on. "It is what it is."

"Youre always complaining about a Brit." Kurt smiled at him. "I know when the time comes youll kick ass."

Omar walked by—towel still around his waist. He stopped at the entrance of their row and leant against a locker, smiling as he looked between the two of them. Kurts smile fell from his face as Blaine turned around to see the boy.

"Hey. Happy Thanksgiving you two." He looked down at where Kurt was seated and bit his lip. "And I dont know if you want to sit there… thats where I sat while Blaine fucked my mouth for the second time."

Blaine looked away from him to dig through his locker. He found his scarf and put it on. Kurt stared at Omar and smiled as he looked away.

"Happy Thanksgiving to you as well."

Water was still moving down Omars chest as he smiled. Blaine slammed his locker shut and turned, walking over to him.

"I was really trying to be civil with you but now youre starting to annoy me—"

"Blaine." Kurt stood up.

"—and him. So this is the only time Im going to ask you not to speak to him anymore."

Omar bit his lip as Blaine stood right in front of him. "I get it. Well talk some more when hes not around," he whispered, just loudly enough for Kurt to catch the tail end of it. Afterwards he walked off and Blaine watched him go. Kurt could see how Blaine seemed to relax once Omar walked off.

"Lets get out of here before I punch him and Mr. Motta suspends me."

Kurt stared. "Maybe I shouldnt come here anymore…"

He laughed. "Fuck that, Kurt. Im not letting him scare you out of coming to see me here, are you kidding me?" Blaine grabbed his coat. The two of them were matching in terms of scarves, gloves, and hats, and it was just as annoying as Blaine had hoped. Santana hated them at least.

Kurt closed Blaines locker for him and frowned a bit as he watched the boy get dressed. Blaine continued. "Its bullshit. You shouldnt have to hide because of him. Hes no one."

"I can still hear you Blaine," Omar called out, "and I wasnt no one that long ago."

Kurt pulled Blaine by the arm just to get him to focus on something else. Anything else. "Can we get out of here before your grandmother gets back? Please?"

Blaine bit his lip and nodded, walking off. Kurt quickly grabbed his bag and followed suit, walking through the dimly lit locker room and seeing Omar on his way out. The older teen had pulled on a tank top and began styling his dark hair.

"Hey," Kurt said. Blaine stopped, not expecting him to say anything at all. Omar turned around to face him—one eyebrow arched on his face.

"Yes…?"

Kurt took a deep breath. "I know you sucked Blaines dick, and Im sure youre proud of yourself for it but obviously he didnt like it enough to let you keep trying. Move on. He sure as hell did. And I hope you have a great Thanksgiving. Goodbye."

Blaine was frozen still as Kurt turned and walked past him, exiting the locker room and walking out into the boisterous gym. Omar slowly started to smile and nodded his head, looking away.

"Adorable twink you have there, Blaine. But I know hes not giving it up. We all do."

Blaine unclenched his fists and turned around, smiling to himself. He left without another word, but at least he knew his future boyfriend was that much more awesome.

…

Rachel sucked her teeth when she realized she couldnt find her keys in her purse. It was entirely too cold outside for a fall day, and the lack of light in front of the building at the moment wasnt helping. Shed need to talk to the landlord or the maintenance person about this ASAP.

People walked past her as she dropped her bags but didnt bother to help. The girl exhaled hard making her bangs flop up and back down against her forehead. She bent down to grab one of the plastic shopping bags and was a little startled when someone elses hand touched hers in the process.

"Hey! I didnt mean to scare you, Im just trying to help," Charles said with a grin. Rachel knelt down and stared for a moment before realizing just who it was. She hadnt seen him since her younger brother and he had that altercation in the hallway of their apartment.

"Charles… hey. Um, its fine." She looked down and gathered everything else—a shopping bag from Macys and a few grocery bags from Trader Joes. "Im so busy trying to get out the cold that I… Im just clumsy," she laughed.

"Its ok," Charles told her. He stood up and handed her the other bag. "Do you need any help getting inside?"

Rachel shook her head quickly. While she didnt think that Kurt was home anyway, she definitely didnt want to give him a reason to go inside their building. Blaine explained that Kurt and Charles had a rough breakup and she wasnt going to get involved. "Im fine, thank you for your help. I hope you have a great holiday!"

Charles stood tall and nodded to her, smiling his million dollar smile. She watched him before finally successfully grabbing the keys from her purse. "Same to you. I was actually in the neighborhood and thought Id stop by to say hello so its not a problem for me to help you, you know."

Rachel clutched her bags. "Well Kurt isnt in from work yet and Im sure youre not looking for Santana," she said with a laugh.

Charles smirked, nodding his head. "Youre absolutely right about that. Ill give him a call then." He looked at her nodding and opening the door to the building. "So are you cooking for Turkey Day?"

"I wouldve been but my brother and I are heading out of town. Ive got to get inside though… more packing to do," she lied. "Enjoy your holiday! Bye."

Charles listened to what she said closely and smiled. "Bye… Rachel right?"

She tried not to roll her eyes and nodded. "Right."

He waved and started off down the street with a spring in his step, smiling as he approached his brand new car. The Anderberrys were out of town for Thanksgiving. That was great. With any luck, Santana would be leaving as well, and Kurt usually saved his traveling money for Christmas. Charles would try again tomorrow…

…

Kurt sat on the edge of his boyfriends—of Blaines old bed and looked around the bedroom. It was pretty much empty at this point save some old furniture. It felt like an abandoned room which Kurt thought was pretty fitting. A door closed in the hallway and Blaine walked in, already changed into his clothing. Kurt smiled at him and folded his hands over his thigh.

"That wasnt a long wait."

Blaine smiled back. "I didnt want to keep you waiting in case my grandmother did show up." He threw his used towel into the corner of the room and dropped his soiled clothing into the duffel bag. "We can get out of here now, though. Grab a bite to eat before we hit the club."

Kurt nodded to him with a small smile. "That sounds like itll be a lot of fun."

Blaine moved to sit next to Kurt as he began to put his Timberland boots back on. Kurt watched him for a moment, placing a hand on the small of his back.

"Im going to miss you while youre gone."

Blaine looked up at him as he tightened the laces. "Youre telling me. I dont want to go but," he looked down at his hands as they tied the strings, "Rachels the boss and itll get them off of my back I guess."

Kurt nodded.

Blaine finished putting on the other boot and then sat up straight. "I know we didnt really talk about it but Im sorry about Omar. Hes a lot harder to ignore because I basically work with him but he doesnt try any of that shit until youre around."

Kurt laughed softly as he looked straight ahead. "I know hes an ass. Im giving you the benefit of the doubt because I trust you," he said, turning to look Blaine in the eyes. The room was dark but thanks to the light from the hall, they could see one another okay. "I dont like the idea of you seeing him a lot because I dont really trust him, but I know you can handle yourself Blaine."

"I can."

Kurt nodded.

"If push comes to shove, Ive put some gloves on you and let you kick his ass in the ring. Hes not that great." Blaine smiled when Kurt laughed. "Seriously…"

"I try to handle things in a non-violent manner and Im not one known to fight over boys," Kurt said proudly. He leant in close to Blaines lips. "No matter how cute they may be…"

Blaine smiled and closed the rest of the distance, capturing Kurts soft lips in a kiss. They held it for a while before pulling away and Kurt licked his own before standing. "Lets go and party. I have new dance moves I need to show off."

Blaine stood up and pulled Kurt in close by the waist before he could protest. He had his lips on his and his hands squeezing him tightly and everything felt so right. Corny as it sounded, Blaine didnt care.

Kurt smiled into it, about to wrap his arms around Blaines shoulders when they heard a door slam shut. Blaine opened his eyes as he stopped moving his lips, staring straight at Kurt.

"Shit."

"Is that her?" Kurt asked, moving backwards. "Fuck! Blaine…"

Blaine smiled, running over to his bag and putting it on. He peeked out into the hall and gestured for Kurt to follow him, slowly walking over to the staircase. Kurt held his breath when the floor creaked beneath him. The last thing he needed was an old lady spraying him with mace and the police being called.

"Follow me," Blaine said softly. "I dont see her… she mustve went back into the bathroom or something. Were just going to make a run for it."

Kurt licked his suddenly dry lips wishing that he was not in this situation. "Blaine… cant you just go tell her you came in for a shower and—Blaine… Blaine!"

He ran straight down the steps and rushed for the door. Kurts mouth dropped open as his legs finally caught up with his brain and he rushed downstairs too, tripping over the final step and making a bit more noise than he wished too. Blaine held the door open for him and laughed at the push he earned on the way by. "Ouch!"

Kurt didnt stop running until he was outside, all the way on the sidewalk and partially down the block. He bent over to catch his breath and shook his head as Blaine ran after him, laughing loudly and fixing his bag over his shoulder.

"I cant believe you tripped! Im never breaking and entering with you for real. Jeez."

"Nothing about that was funny."

Blaine looked back at the home and then turned to Kurt, smiling. "I dont know… I thought it was pretty entertaining. And you ran in the wrong direction… the train station is that way…"

Kurt stood up finally and shook his head. "Youre such an idiot."

Blaine laughed, sliding his hand into Kurts and walking with him. "I know."

…

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Kurt stretched as he was awoken by the cell phone. He rolled over in bed and saw that it was his father calling. Blaine yawned loudly as he began to move around and then there was banging on the door.

"Fuck," Blaine said, sitting up. He looked at Kurt. "Please answer that."

"Hello?" Kurt said sleepily.

"Open the door!" Rachel shouted from outside. "Its time to get ready to leave Blaine. Lets go."

Blaine rubbed his face tiredly and plopped back down against the mattress.

"Hey dad," Kurt said. "Happy Thanksgiving to you too."

"Blaine!"

"Im up!" He shouted back. Kurt looked at him like he was crazy and he quickly apologized, gesturing to the door.

"Oh no, that was just my roommate answering his sister." Kurt sat up and got out of the bed, going to open the door for her. Blaine was about to warn him not to when Rachel rushed in and started hitting him with the pillow.

"Wake up."

"Im up! Im up! Stop it Ray."

Kurt smiled at them and shook his head as he headed to the bathroom. "Whats up with you, old man? Carole about to make your whole November with her cooking, huh?"

Rachel listened as Kurts voice disappeared and then looked at her younger brother. "Blaine…"

He got up and rolled over, staring at all the luggage he had packed. "Can I at least brush my fucking teeth? Maybe put some pants on? You know… get dressed?"

"I kissed a girl last night."

Blaines eyes were still half closed up until that point but he definitely opened them then. "I—Im sorry. What?"

Rachel began to pace while she fixed her turkey sweater. "Well... a girl kissed me."

Blaine turned to look at her.

"Ok. You and Kurt were dancing. Santana was talking to the new girl she met. I was dancing with the guy you kept asking to stay away from me, and he stepped away to get me another soda. It was during that time that this girl I remember from high school… a very gay girl, walked over and said hello. We hung out for a while and I dont know how it happened but like an hour later I was being kissed. With like. Tongue!"

Blaine plopped back down against the mattress. "I did not sleep enough to deal with this."

Rachel stood there. "I should talk to Santana about this. Youre no help."

Blaine turned his head. He woke up with a hard on that was completely gone at this point. "Well I didnt know you liked it, I just thought you were telling me it happened."

"I dont know if I liked it!"

Blaine sighed as his alarm started to go off. "We should talk about this on the way to Pennsylvania. Im going to get ready and I promise Ill listen and all that bullshit. Cool?"

Rachel nodded. After a while she hit him with the pillow again and left. "Get out of bed."

Blaine nodded and finally got up, though he did try to wipe his mind completely clear of that conversation. He didnt think his sister was old enough to be dating guys or girls, it didnt matter. She definitely didnt need to kiss them either. If he wasnt so busy focusing on trying to get Kurt to grind back against him at the party last night then he couldve prevented this.

Kurt walked back into the room with a smile as he lay on the bed. "Happy Thanksgiving."

"Same to you… come home with me?"

Kurt frowned. "I would if I could. You know that."

Blaine smiled. "I know."

They were quiet as Blaine slowly moved to gather clothes to wear. "Well it wont be that long anyway, cutie. Youll be back before you know it and youll be telling me all about your wonderful trip with Cooper and your parents and on top of that, Ill get to hold you and kiss you."

Blaine blushed but didnt turn to face him. "I should get that last part in writing…"

Kurt laughed. "Christmas, ok? If your family still wants us there, Santana and I will come next month for Christmas."

Blaine nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Thats fair."

"And you can come to Ohio with me. Cool?"

Blaine laid back and nodded. "Sounds great."

Kurt smiled, leaning over him to kiss his lips. Just then there was a knock at the already open door.

"Less smoochy and more get uppy," Rachel said. Blaine laughed against his will and Kurt smiled too, shaking his head. He happened to like his roommates a little more than he thought he would.