Kurt spent the whole afternoon yesterday thinking about what Blaine was doing for him. He thought over everything that Blaine had bought for him and what their significance was. But he couldn't think of any reason for why Blaine was doing this for him. What made this year different than from any of the others that they were together? Why six year into their relationship? Usually the little playful gifts happen during the first year of a relationship. You know, the getting to know each other and the puppy love stage.

Kurt thought over all the possibilities, but came up with absolutely no answer. At first Kurt loved the fact that Blaine was getting him all these things for the twelve days of Christmas. Twelve gifts on the twelfth day, eleven on the eleventh day (well sort of), ten on the tenth day and so on and so on.

But after a few hours of thinking about all the stuff he already got and all the things he was going to get on the fifth day on Tuesday, fourth day on Wednesday, third day on Thursday, second day on Friday, and the first day on Saturday, Christmas Eve. Kurt began to feel guilty. Of course the first couple of days Blaine was gone, he was breaking down every time he found a gift. But that was only because Kurt had to get use to not having Blaine around again. So he was missing Blaine a lot, but not he's over it, well mostly. Now he just felt guilty. He didn't need any of this stuff.

Kurt already knew that Blaine loved him, Kurt didn't need Blaine to tell him in the form that he did. Of course, Kurt had fallen in love with Blaine's voice, to Teenage Dream, but he didn't have to go and cover it in a completely different way than the original. Kurt already knew Blaine had a playlist on his iPod dedicated to him. Kurt didn't need those expensive paints, of course he wanted them but they weren't necessary. And the stars, what was he going to do with EIGHT stars? Seven boxes of Band-Aids? That is a lot of Band-Aids. And what the hell his he supposed to do with six dozen roses?

Kurt dialed Blaine's phone number on his iPhone and brought it do his ear. It rang a few times, and then went to voice mail. He hung up before the beep to leave a voice message. Kurt groaned falling on to the couch. Receiving a text message only moments later.

Hey baby, I can't talk right now. I'm in a boring meeting. Wish I was with you, I love you.

- Blaine xoxo

Kurt laid on the couch staring up at the dusty white ceiling. The smell of roses surrounding him.

"Six dozen roses" Kurt was still in shock. "Huh," He stayed in the silence for a little longer.

"You know that delivery guy was really creepy…" Kurt concluded out loud. That smile, he thought, was very nauseating. Kurt was lost in thought when he shot up, eyes wide and body frozen.

"Someone's been in my house, while I've been sleeping!" Kurt swallowed hard. He's never felt unsafe in his home before, but right he felt terrified. Grabbing his phone and dialed Rachel's number.

"Rachel! Rachel!" Kurt yelled frantically in to the phone. "Oh. My. God. Rachel!"

"Kurt, are you okay?" Rachel asked.

"Rachel, oh my god, someone's been in my house, Rachel!"

"What are you serious?" Are you okay?" Rachel's voice was now frantic. "Have you called 911? What's missing?"

"Nothing's missing, Rach. And I am not calling 911." Kurt said. "Not yet… maybe."

"I don't think I am following you, Kurt." Rachel said puzzled.

"Blaine! He's been getting me presents for the past six days…" Kurt stated.

"But . . . Blaine's not here?" Rachel said even more confused now.

"I know. I know!" Kurt yelled in a whispered. "Someone's been coming into my house while I've been sleeping.

"I- uh," Rachel stammered. Kurt was shocked at Rachel's terrible response. Did she even care?

"Kurt, are you feeling okay?"

"Of course I am. Blaine's been getting me gifts for the twelve days of Christmas. You know, on the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me. Well he's been doing that for the past six days. I got twelve things on Tuesday, eleven on Wednesday, ten on Friday, and so on and so on. Today was day six and he sent me six dozen roses! But someone has been coming in to my apartment while I'm asleep and leaving the other gifts. I go to bed and there's nothing, but when I wake up! Bam! Presents!"

"I – uh – well," Rachel breathed out. Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Rachel, do you know anything about this twelve days of Christmas gift thing? Or any information, what's so ever?" Kurt asked.

"Me? No?" Rachel said quickly. "Honestly Kurt, if Blaine was doing this Twelve Days of Christmas gift thing. . ." Rachel's voice was unconvincing. "I highly doubt he is…" Rachel added quietly. "Then do you honestly think that he'd have some random stranger come into your house while you are sleeping, just to leave you a gift? If he was, it would obviously be someone close, that you'd both know, in case they got caught. You wouldn't freak out and hit them with a baseball bat or something." Kurt thought about how a baseball bat laid under the bed just in case something like that actually happened.

"I –uh, the delivery guy was really creepy looking…" Kurt said in a small voice.

"Kurt, that was a delivery guy! They always look creepy!" Rachel said. "Look I have to go, you called me right in the middle of rehearsal. You'll be fine. No one is going to attack you. I promise." Rachel said, and then hung up.

"Bye Rach," Kurt whispered into the dead phone line.

Tuesday, December 20th

Kurt tried to stay awake all night to catch the culprit that has been sneaking into his apartment and leaving the gifts and Blaine's heart filled notes. But when he was rudely awakened by his loud and annoying alarm clock; He groaned knowing that he had failed at staying awake. He's never actually pulled an all-night. He needed a full night of sleep, or at least five hours of beauty sleep. Of course Blaine said otherwise about needed his beauty sleep, for Blaine knew Kurt was beautiful all the time.

Once Kurt finally realized it was morning and five days left until Christmas, he flew out of bed. He searched the apartment from top to bottom, but found absolutely nothing. Disappointed when finding nothing, he sat down at the kitchen table, chin on his hand and the other hand sprawled out over the table tapping his long fingers.

"Maybe, I was wrong about this twelve day of Christmas thing," Kurt sighed talking to himself and began thinking of other places to look.

"On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, a partridge in a pear tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me two turtle doves. On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Three French hens. On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me four calling birds. On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me five golden rings," Kurt sang to himself. When getting to the fifth one, Kurt smiled. "My jewelry box!"

Kurt ran back to the bedroom; Grabbing his jewelry box of the top of his bureau. His smile dropped when he found nothing but his usual various necklaces, a few bracelets, and different cuff links. Sighing, Kurt left the bedroom disappointed.

Kurt spent all morning and part of the afternoon locked away in his studio painting. He took a lunch break in between to call back Alexander's Catering and firing them from working on his show and then found a new caterer who had a friendly and cooperative receptionist and staff. They gladly took Kurt's order, even though it was short notice, after hearing what a terrible job Alexander's Catering was doing. And when everything was set up with the new caterers, Kurt went back to painting that afternoon. That was until he got a phone call.

"Hello?" Kurt asked stuffing the phone between his cheek and his shoulder. He was in the middle of putting the finishing touches on the painting we was working on. After this was done, he only had to do two more. Then he could focus on every other thing that needed to be done before January 7th.

"Hello, I have an order ready for pick up for a Mr. Anderson-Hummel," The man rough voice spoke. Kurt dropped his paint brush, it hitting his pants on the way down leaving a long blue mark. Kurt's never heard anyone use the term 'Mr. Anderson-Hummel' before in his life time.

"Shit," Kurt muffled out swore as he looked down at him pants. He picked it up from the ground.

"I'm sorry?" the man on the phone question. Kurt eyes widen at the guy's voice.

"I'm sorry; I didn't catch what you said. Can you repeat that?" Kurt asked the man.

"I –uh, have an order here that is ready for pick up. It's under the name Anderson-Hummel. Is that you or do I have the wrong number?" the guy responded. Kurt's breath caught in his throat as the man spoke the name again. His heart began to beat fast.

"Uh, no… I mean yeah. I –uh… we're not married?" Kurt questioned himself.

"Are you Anderson-Hummel?" the guy asked uncertainly.

"Uh, yes. Well, I'm the Hummel part." Kurt said. The guy on the other line remained silent. "Yes! Yes, that's me. Mr. Anderson-Hummel." Kurt responded fast and slightly uncertain at what he just agreed with.

"Right," The man said incredulously. "Well, can you come down to RJ's Photoshop and pick up your order today?"

"Uh, yeah sure. I'll be there soon," Kurt spoke in to the phone closing up his paint bottles and began cleaning out his paint brush he was using.

"Awesome. Thank you, have a nice day." The man said and hung up.

Kurt's face was in shock. His breathing was heavy.

"Mr. Anderson-Hummel?" Kurt questioned out loud. "What? I don't-… we're not even married, yet. I don't even know if Blaine would want to get married to me."Kurt grabbed the car keys and his cell phone then stumbled out the door.

When he got into the car, his phone rang. He picked it up without looking at the caller I.D. still too shocked that he was just called Mr. Anderson-Hummel. Kurt didn't know how he should feel about that. He wished that that was his true name, but he was afraid to even think like that not knowing what Blaine wanted Kurt to be in his life.

"Hello?" Kurt left out a shaky breath.

"Aye, white boy!" Mercedes voice rang through the car.

"CEDES! CAN YOU TELL ME WHY SOME GUY JUST CALLED ME MR. ANDERSON-HUMMEL?"Kurt frantically yelled into the phone.

"What? Kurt, why didn't you tell me you were married? Why wasn't I invited to your wedding?" Mercedes asked her voice sounding hurt.

"I'M NOT! I'M NOT MARRIED!" Kurt yelled into the phone. "He just called and said Mr. Anderson-Hummel! I'm not married. I don't even know if Blaine would want to marry me. I mean come on; we've been together for six years already! If he liked it, wouldn't you think he'd put a ring on it already?"

"Kurt, hey, calm down. It probably was a mistake or something." Mercedes laughed at his craziness. "And Kurt, Blaine is CRAZY about you. Just because he didn't put a ring on it doesn't mean he doesn't love you enough."

"Yeah, mistake." Kurt whispered. But he didn't want it to be a mistake. He wanted that title. He wanted to be called Mr. Anderson-Hummel. He wanted to be Blaine's everything, husband included. He wanted younger people to see them and go 'Look they were high school sweethearts and they got married. They made it. We can too.' He didn't want it to be a mistake. He would ask Blaine to marry him himself if he wasn't too scared. He didn't want to get rejected. Why do you think it took them forever to get to together? Because Blaine didn't realize what he wanted till it was almost too late. And Kurt didn't want to push his luck.

"Anyway, I was calling to know if you were going home for the holidays. I miss you so much. Being in California is too far away from you." Mercedes said.

"Yeah, I'm going home. I'm leaving New York Friday afternoon. Blaine's not going to be in Ohio till sometimes Saturday." Kurt said, keeping his eyes on the road and the thoughts of an Anderson-Hummel wedding out of his head.

"Yay!" Mercedes cheered. "I can't wait to see the old gang again."

"Yeah, me too." Kurt said pulling up to RJ's Photoshop. "Hey, I have to go. I can't wait to see you! I love you."

"Bye Kurt, love you too!" Mercedes said, and the phone called.

Kurt cautiously walked inside eyeing the walls of the Photoshop. Pictures were covering every inch of the wall. They were over lapping each other. The pictures were of boys, girls, lovers, animals, scenery, absolutely everything you could thing of taking a picture of was on that wall. It had to be the most beautiful messy thing Kurt had ever seen. Walking up to the counter he rang the bell. Looking around the shop some more, Kurt could tell that the pictures were from different time periods and from different types of cameras. It was just a huge collage that covered the open wall space.

A heavy guy came from the back room.

"Good evening sir," he spoke. "How may I help you?"

"I'm uh- here for the order under Anderson-Hummel," Kurt breathed out as he said the name. Man eyed Kurt's outfit. Blush rising on Kurt's face when he remembered he was still in his painter clothes, a blue stripe running down his leg.

"Painter," Kurt said, pretending that he wasn't embarrassed. The man nodded, a smile appearing on his face.

"So you must be the lucky husband," the man said walking into the back room.

"Oh, I'm not – we're not…" Kurt stammered. The man reappearing with a 24" x 36" inch wrapped item gave Kurt a look. Oh forget it, Kurt thought. The man handed over the wrapped item to Kurt. "How much is this?"

"It's already paid for." The man said.

"Oh, uh okay?" Kurt questioned. "Thank you." Kurt nodded and turned to leave.

"Oh," the man said. Kurt looked back at him. "I have orders to tell you not to open that till you get back home. But I have a feeling that you're a stubborn person and will probably open as soon as you get to your car. You remind me a lot of my husband." The man said and chuckled walking towards the back room again. Kurt's eyes widen and began walking to his car again.

When Kurt made it back to his car, he held the big object in front of him. Determining to wait or to open it now.

"Screw it," Kurt said turning it over to find a card. He paced the item on the hood of his card and removed the card and opened it.

Let me guess. You are standing at the car outside the shop reading this. I knew you would listen to RJs orders I gave him.

In this gift, there are fifty pictures instead of five. Because five doesn't look as good as fifty did. And hey, there's a five in fifty! So it's close enough.

Even though you should be at home opening this… Oh, whatever. Just open it!

Blaine xoxo

Kurt placed the card in the windshield wiper and ripped the paper covering the item. Kurt eyes widen at what he saw.

In front of him was a collage, poster size, of pictures of him and Blaine from the past six years together.

A picture of them after regionals when they were both at Dalton.

A few pictures of them at Lima Bean.

Various pictures from the days they would sit in Kurt's room and just take picture.

A picture of them in their costumes for West Side Story and whole bunch of other.

Tears were running down Kurt's face as he looked at every picture, remembering when each one was taken. They weren't sad tears or mad ones, but they were happy tears.

"Out of all the gifts so far, this one has to be my favorite," Kurt whispered to himself. Kurt looked back at the Photoshop and saw the owner standing in the window watching him with a smile on his face because he understood the love that Kurt and Blaine had for each other, for he lives that love every day. He nodded to Kurt and Kurt waved back.