The apartment stood still and silent. Sadly, the apartment was always like this when Blaine was away. Kurt liked his silence for painting but Kurt only painting while Blaine was at work, which was eight to five on weekday days only. So during that time span Kurt would paint and the other hours of the day he would spend all with Blaine.

They were simply inseparable when they were with each other. They've been like this practically the whole time, all six years, they were together. During their senior year of high school they kept their relationship on the down low. They didn't want to cause unnecessary hatred toward them to happen. They didn't want to cause a scene. But as soon as their high school life was over they became attached at the hip.

When they were out shopping or out on a walk, actually just anywhere in general public, their hands were always linked. When they were at their apartment they were always touching each other, and not always sexually; Hand holding, brushing a piece of hair away from their face, snuggling on the couch, or a few innocent kissing every now and then. If they were out to dinner they always had their legs tangled together under the table. Or when they were out at a club or a bar, they would be so in trance with each other on the dance floor that people kept their distance, afraid to find out what would happen if they accidentally bumped into them. If they were at a party, one of Blaine's business parties or one of their friends', they'd both have an arm wrapped around the others waist and the drink of the night in their other hand.

Their friends would laugh and make fun at them when they were younger. No one thought that they were going to last, but here they were six years later and stronger than ever. High School Sweethearts. Partially none of their friends ended up with who they were dating in high school, except Mike and Tina. And it's all because they never left each other sides. They knew who they loved and they kept it that way, not screwing up what they had.

Being like this is one of the reasons why being a part from each other for this long is tough; Kurt mostly though. Throughout his life he had no one until he met Blaine, for Kurt it was hard to be opened up and release his problems and insecurities. Having someone to lean on wasn't what Kurt was use to, he was so independent and that's what he was use to. So it took time and effort to get Kurt to open up, but Blaine was patient. Kurt was afraid to dump his problems on someone else. He was afraid that Blaine would run away, but he didn't. When Blaine finally got through Kurt's shell, he wouldn't shut up. They were completely solid since then.

So Kurt and Blaine got use to each other being there all the time and that is what makes it hard.

Kurt walked to the refrigerator opening it and taking out a diet coke, popping it opened and taking a long swig. Kurt had just gotten and email from the catering company saying that there was a problem with his menu for his art show. Kurt wanted a small open bar and some hors d'oeuvres, hoping that people would stay longer or get a little drunk to actually make an offer on one of his paintings.

Kurt didn't want to call the catering company; he knew he would have to put up a fight over something stupid. That's how it always was with people who owned companies' that did things like this. It was going to be a long and stressful afternoon.

Kurt walked over to the Christmas count down thing. One of the things you punch out a day and then there was a nasty piece of candy inside that was to be eaten. This was one of Blaine's tacky Christmas decorations.

Kurt smiled as he punched out today's date. Taking out the candy, he threw it at the trash, it landing inside perfectly. There was no way he was going to eat that shit and besides he had that bag of m&m's from Blaine.

"Six days until Christmas," Kurt said out loud. "Five days till I get to see you again."

Sighing and grabbing his coke, he walked to the living room and sat down. Placing his coke down next to his planning binder he picked up his cell phone and flipped through the binder finding the number for the catering company.

"Let's see what else could go wrong for this show…" Kurt breathed before dialing the number. After four rings someone picked up.

"Hello, Alexander's Catering, how may I help you?" A lady with a thick Italian accent spoke.

"Uh, yeah, hi. This is Kurt Hummel. I'm calling about the email I got saying something was wrong with my menu." Kurt looked through his copy of his menu.

"Ah, yes. Mr. Hummel. It seems that a few item on your menu we won't be able to make for your, um- show." The lady said, trying a little too hard to be professional.

"Like what?" Kurt asked his eyebrows rising is shock, disappointment filling inside him.

"A couple of the specials rolls you ordered," Kurt's heart dropped. "May I interest you in some pigs in a blanket?" Kurt scoffed in disgust.

"Uh no," he spoke harshly. "I have vegan friends coming; they told me I couldn't have any meat beside fish there. I told you people that to begin with. Isn't this a gourmet catering company? Who serves pigs in a blanket beside at backyard cook outs?" His voice rising. "Let me talk to your manager."

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that sir."

"No. no. no. I need to speak with your manager." Kurt groaned as the doorbell rang. He didn't need anyone around when he was like this.

Kurt walked over to the door. The lady talking his ear off saying something but Kurt wasn't listening to what she was saying. He didn't care what she had to say, all he wanted was to talk to her manager. Kurt opened the door to delivery man with a cheesy smile on his face. Kurt gave him a questioning look.

"Delivery for Mr. Kurt Hummel," he said glancing at his clipboard. Kurt pointed to himself and mouthed 'That's me' then waved him in as and okay to bring the package in.

"No. lady, listen get me your manager or…" Kurt walked into the bedroom, not wanting the delivery man to overhear his conversation. "Or I'll come down to your main office and find your manager myself and you don't want that to happen, trust me." A slight growl reaching the last couple of words. The lady remained silent on the other side of the phone, probably thinking over her possibilities. She then sucked her teeth the sound plucking at Kurt's nerves.

"Fine," her voice was snappy. "Hold please." Her thick Italian accent soundly hasher then she probably planned it to be and then she clicked off.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "God, if only people would listen the first time."

"Have a nice day and fantastic holiday, Mr. Hummel." The delivery man yelled from the living room. Kurt jumped at his voice, clutching his chest, for he had forgotten that he was there.

"Uh, you too!" Kurt yelled back hearing the door click shut. He let the breath out that he was holding it. The house lay quiet again and so did the line on his phone. Kurt stood for a while in the quiet, phone to his ear, thinking. Kurt sighed and began walking back to the living room.

Walking into the room Kurt noticed a vase of roses sitting on the table on the side of the couch.

"Aww, someone bought me roses," Kurt smiled. Kurt searched for a card but couldn't seem to find one. Looking up in frustration he was shocked to see five other vases of red roses. "What the-," Kurt whispered.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel, I'm the manager of Alexander Catering. How may be a service to you?" A man on the phone spoke.

"I need to, uh–" Kurt was in awe that six dozen roses sat right in front of him. "I'm going to have to call you back." He said then hung up his iPhone and placed it down on the coffee table. He noticed a white piece of paper sticking up from one of the other vases of roses. Walking over to it, he picked it up and began to read the card.

Did you know that red roses stood for Love, Respect, Courage and Passion? They also say I Love You with a deep feeling.

Love always, Blaine

Kurt stared at the card in shock.

"Why are you buying me all these things, Blaine?" Kurt breathed shaking his head. He walked over to the radio and flipped it on and the looked over the vases and noticed one was short in water. Grabbing the vases he walked to the kitchen sink and filled it up.

"On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me… Twelve drummers drumming,
eleven pipers piping," Kurt began singing along to the radio. Debating on what to do with it, he placed it on their tiny kitchen table and began walking to back to the living room to figure out what to do with the rest of the five dozen plants. "Ten lords' a-leaping, nine ladies dancing…"

Kurt froze as he noticed the Christmas count down calendar. Walking over to it, he pointed to today's date.

"Six dozen roses," He pointed to the 18th. "Seven boxes of Band-Aids." Then the 17th. "Eight stars."

16th, "Nine paint bottles."

15th, "Ten songs."

14th, "Eleven voice, but just his…"

Kurt then pointed to the 13th and turned around to face the sticky notes stuck to the refrigerator door, "Twelve things he loves about me…" Kurt stood frozen in place. His mind was clouded and uncertain. His breathing became heavy.

"That sneaky bastard," Kurt breathed out unevenly.