At some point in the middle of the night, Blaine had woken up and gently prodded Kurt off of him, only for the boy to follow him upstairs to get some water and advil. Theyd stayed up for about half an hour, getting rehydrated and letting the medicine kick in, then theyd gone back to their chair and snuggled up again. Blaine told Kurt he liked his weight while they slept, so the brunette had resumed his position mostly on top of his boyfriend, and that was how they were found in the morning.

The midnight water break had done wonders for Kurt and Blaine. They were both pretty much hangover-free when everybody got up, and that made Finn ridiculously angry while Brittany said it was their magical dolphin powers. Right.

Kurt refused to allow Finn in his car until he was sure the quarterback wouldnt throw up in it, so Blaine had let himself get comfortable helping to make brunch. It was fun working in the kitchen with Kurt- much like Thanksgiving but this time he put in more of his own recipe ideas. Theyd put together an impressive cinnamon and nutmeg french toast with hot maple syrup and fresh strawberries, which Blaine cut and sprinkled with sugar so they would make a nice topping for the toast.

The two served the food with fresh hot coffee and orange juice, and Quinn decided they should open up a bed and breakfast together when they got older. It was all actually pretty nice, even if half the group was still feeling sick and Kurt had threatened Finn that if he didnt suck it up and help clean up the wreckage he could just beg his girlfriend to take his lazy ass home.

Everybody eventually finished cleaning and slowly departed with the promise that theyd all go to Blaines for New Years Eve. He was grinning happily when Finn tried to claim shotgun and Kurt scolded his brother, telling him to get his whiney hungover ass in the back and keep his mouth shut. He then proceeded to give Blaine a pretty dirty kiss over the center console just to make Finn uncomfortable before finally driving them all back to the Hummel-Hudson home.

"Hey, the bowl game just started," Burt greeted them from the living room. Finn grunted and made his way in to the room, plopping in the other armchair in the room that Burt wasnt occupying and looking at the TV. "Toledos up by a field goal, but it was pretty weak if you ask me."

Blaine followed Finn into the room and pretty much fell into a seated position on the couch, leaning forward to look at the TV as well. "Thats just cause Troy sucks. Toledos a shit team." Kurt just rolled his eyes at his boyfriend and muttered something about how all the men in his life enjoyed football too much. He then curled up on the couch against his boyfriend, the latest copy of Vogue already open in front of him.

It was really a fantastic afternoon. Blaine had never felt more at home and just… loved. Accepted. Free.

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Blaine awoke to a sudden weight over his body, which was curled up under a blanket on the couch that served as his bed when he stayed at Kurts. Sleepy muttering and wiggling didnt dislodge the weight, so he cracked open his eyes to find Kurt snuggling into him, practically crushing him in the process. "Morning," Blaine croaked, voice stuck in his throat thanks to not being awake yet.

Blue eyes danced with happiness as Kurt leaned in to kiss his nose. "Morning. Wake up and get cleaned up. Carole and I are making omelets and then shes dragging dad out for some last minute Christmas shopping since they both have to work Monday. Finns been summoned to Rachels after breakfast, so well have the house to ourselves."

The mischievous glint in those eyes made Blaine lick his lips, shoving his boyfriend so that when Blaine sat up, Kurt was in his lap. He leaned in as if to kiss the brunette, then pulled back with a rosy tint on his cheeks. At Kurts odd look, he shrugged his shoulders and looked away. "Got morning breath…" he muttered, only to have his lips captured by Kurts.

"Dont care. Youre adorable when youre all sleepy and pouffy." He mussed Blaines almost-fro before grinning and hopping off the couch. "Now go get a shower and brush your teeth, sweetie. Carole will be sad if she doesnt get to feed you."

Blaine shook his head about his hair, but dutifully wandered upstairs to the bathroom, overnight bag in hand. Kurt was already folding up his blankets when he looked back and flashed the taller boy a grin. This place was seriously heaven. Blaine never wanted to not be a part of the Hummel-Hudson dynamic. He was rather fond of his newfound niche.

The kitchen was full of good smells after Blaines quick shower, and even though he tried to help, he was ordered to sit at the table with Burt and Finn, the latter of which hadnt showered yet so his hair was sticking up in odd angles. Blaine caught Burts eye and they shared a laugh, while Finn just asked what was funny. He was utterly clueless sometimes…

"You better not be making me a vegetable omelet, Kurt," Burt grumbled, glancing at the stove where his son was busy flipping the first of the egg dishes. "A man needs meat in his meals. Ive told you again and again. You gotta watch him, Blaine. Hell try to make you into a damn rabbit if you arent careful."

Kurt shot a glare over his shoulder, which only made Blaine laugh harder than hed already started. "It isnt as if I dont eat meat, dad. I mean, Im not Rachel." That had Finn cracking up, then looking a bit forlorn at the loss of meat whenever he was with his girlfriend. Blaine didnt think hed ever stop grinning at this house, and it was a bit of a concern since his cheeks were starting to hurt.

Carole brought over two plates while Kurt finished up another omelet and started on the final one. "Here, boys. Kurt made one with all the meats for you, Finn. Extra cheese, too. Burt, you get lean turkey sausage in yours and you had better be happy I convinced him not to add more than spinach and onions as far as vegetables go." Burt did have the decency to thank his wife with a kiss on the cheek before digging in.

"Sit down right now, Carole. Ive got the rest," Kurt admonished, carrying two more plates over after taking the pan off the heat and filling a third. He handed the two plates to Carole and Blaine, then fetched his own and came to sit at the table. "I hope I got your order right," he said softly, looking at Blaine.

It was perfect, and Blaine told his boyfriend as much with a mouth full of egg, bacon, veggies, and cheese. That made everyone but Finn laugh, mainly because Blaine and the quarterback looked very similar just then. It was a fun breakfast, full of easy laughter and conversation about plans over break.

"Im sure your parents have a lovely Christmas dinner, right Blaine?" Carole asked innocently, unaware of how inaccurate she was. The look on Blaines face made it pretty clear that a big dinner wasnt in the plans, though. He ended up clearing his throat and looking up at the woman across from him, trying not to sound too pathetic.

The truth was, the words were very hard for him to get out. He felt very… unwanted when his parents were away so often and for such big days. Hed never tell them that though. He didnt want them to feel guilty. "Actually, my parents are in Paris for the whole break. Theyve been there for a few days now, but theyre staying at least a month. Some international business endeavor of sorts."

Kurts hand found his knee and squeezed, which made Blaine look over to see the frown on the other boys face. He was probably upset that Blaine hadnt told him about this, not to mention the fact that the Andersons had missed Thanksgiving as well.

Burt was the one who broke the silence with a gruff demand. "Well, youll just be having the Hummel-Hudson holiday experience then, wont you kid?" He grinned and winked at Blaine while the short boy gaped. "Come over Christmas Eve and you can stay the next night, too. Dont need you on the roads with the people who had a few too many at their parties."

He blinked. Then blinked again. Then he looked over at Kurt as if to ask if hed really just heard what he thought hed heard. "You dont have to come over if you dont want to…" Kurt said softly, apparently misreading the confused look on Blaines face.

"No! I want to. I just… Thank you," he looked at Burt with sparkling hazel eyes. "Nobodys ever… I mean… just… thank you." He wiped at his eyes in an effort to avoid embarrassment, and Carole started a conversation about the holiday menu and whether Rachel would be making an appearance or not. Shed need to get something the girl could eat if she was showing up, which made Burt mutter and roll his eyes.

Everything went on like a normal day, but Blaine still had a certain look in his eyes as he ate, a certain skip in his step when he got up to do the dishes, which Kurt helped him with, telling the others to get to their plans for the day. Blaine was so happy he didnt have words for it, and he was even happier when Kurt leaned over and kissed him on the cheek right in front of Burt Hummel, who just smiled and shook his head before going to join his wife in the car.

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"I swear I didnt think Finn would ever leave," Kurt muttered as he fell back on his bed with a relieved sigh. "Honestly, how has he not figured out that I wanted some alone time today? I even told him to go spend some special time with his girlfriend. I never refer to Rachel as his girlfriend in a nice way!"

Blaine laughed, then got a great idea and climbed on the bed after Kurt, straddling his someway suspicious looking boyfriend. "We have that alone time now, you know… I can think of much better things to do with it than talk about your brother." He wiggled his thick brows, which made Kurt raise his own.

"Oh can you? And just what devious thoughts might be running through your dapper little brain, hmm? What happened to the innocent pretending-to-be-straight Blaine Anderson who stole my heart?" Oh, Blaine loved it when Kurt teased him. The boy was just so sassy and confident and hot.

He couldnt hold back the groan that Kurts words brought from him chest. "He opened his eyes and found his balls when he started dating you?" His voice was deep and rough, hazel eyes blown with a mixture of adoration and pure lust. Blaine wasnt sure hed ever wanted someone as much as he wanted Kurt, and it both scared and excited him. Hed never had a person in his life who hed felt comfortable enough with to straddle like this, to press his hips into and moan with.

Kurt swore before Blaine dipped his head down and captured the countertenors lips in a rough kiss. Their hips were crashing together in an almost painful way, but it felt so good. Obvious arousals rubbed together as their hips bucked and gyrated, teeth nipping at lips and tongues, moans and groans and growls filling the bedroom.

"God, Kurt, feels so good…" Blaine murmured, rubbing more pointedly against his boyfriend. Kurt arched his back, stretching his head back and exposing the pale flesh of his neck that just begged to be marked again. The old bruise had faded almost completely at this point, which only made Blaine want to refresh it and add another one or a few.

Hot lips pressed to Kurts throat, making him moan louder and jerk his hips upward into Blaine. The raven-haired boy took this as incentive and let his lips open on his boyfriends neck, licking at the flesh before bitting and sucking, running his tongue over it to soothe the skin after each harder nibble. He left a trail of fresh bruises from the front of Kurts throat near his collar bone all the way up to just below his ear, where he spent more time sucking and licking as Kurt fell apart beneath him.

The thought of removing at least their pants went through Blaines head, but they were both much too close for such a last-minute idea, so he just breathed heavily on Kurts throat as they both fell apart within seconds of each other. One climax egging on the other while they softly kept moving their hips until they were both utterly spent.

The room was full of the sound of their panting breaths, the scent of sex and sweat mixing with the overall scent of Kurt that the room always smelled of. Blaine lifted his head from his boyfriends neck and looked at him, smiling as a grin crossed Kurts lips. The brunette leaned up and kissed Blaine softly with a tenderness that spoke volumes. He kissed him again and then again, before Blaine finally pulled back and cocked a brow at him.

"We should probably clean up before this problem spreads from underwear to pants. I didnt bring an extra pair and it would be a little hard to go without like I planned to do with my boxers…" He was blushing a bit, but he was also still grinning like a fiend, which had Kurt smiling right back with a soft sigh.

Those blue eyes were so bright Blaine thought he could get lost in them forever. "Fine, fine. Im comfy though. Can we snuggle after cleaning? I just want to keep touching you…" It would have sounded needy coming from some people, but coming from Kurt the statement sounded more like a confession of love. Maybe they werent ready for those words yet, but little reminders of how much they cared about each other were always welcome, and Blaine would never deny his boyfriend snuggles.

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The next day, Blaine woke to a text message from Kurt, which had him laughing hard enough to almost fall out of bed. There was a picture attached. A picture of his boyfriends neck, which was so bruised it looked like hed been in some kind of weird fight.

They got worse overnight and now I have to wear my widest scarf all day. Dads already laughing at me every time I shuffle past him and Finn thinks I have a cold. I hate you right now.

Blaine was quick to respond before hopping into the shower to get ready. He had to get some last-minute Christmas gifts before the holiday with the Hummel-Hudson family.

Sorry, baby. At least your dad will be at the garage most of the day? And you know you dont hate me… Right?

When he got out of the shower and was hopping around on one foot, trying to get his other foot through his pant leg which kept tangling in itself, Blaine heard his phone ding. A new message from Kurt.

Yeah yeah. It isnt nice to use my fondness of you against me. Miss you already. Cant wait to see you for our first Christmas. ;)

He was pretty sure his heart skipped a beat. Also, he was still mid-dance with his pants when he read that text, so Blaine soon found himself getting up close and personal with his floor. Note to self: Do not pay attention to Kurt when doing anything potentially dangerous. That boy was a hell of a distraction.

Final text sent off telling Kurt how he was looking forward to the holiday as well, Blaine let himself imagine the implications of Kurts message. Their first Christmas. That meant Kurt intended to spend more Christmases with Blaine, right? He felt like he could fly when he left for the mall, and the feeling didnt leave as he found gifts for Finn, Burt, and Carole. Hed already gotten a couple things for his boyfriend. When he wrapped them later and packed a bag for his time at Kurts house, Blaine was still smiling. He couldnt remember the last time hed smiled so much.