That Monday came and a slushie did come his way, but Finn and Mike were nearby and managed to push the beverages out of the two puckheads hands. Blaines grin from Friday resurfaced then as the guys high-fived him, happy to have outsmarted the idiot Rick The Stick and his assistant captain. They all had a good lunch, then later on a fun Glee meeting wherein songs were slowly gone through in an attempt to narrow their set-list for Regionals.

December was cold in Ohio, and Blaine had to appreciate the way it allowed Kurt to add even more layers, scarves, and even more days of wearing the many amazing boots that made Blaine do a double take in the mornings. The snow also brought a new torture, however, in the form of snowballs, often full of painful clumps of ice, being tossed at the openly gay boy on his way into school each morning. His messenger bag became a shield most days, and Blaine had taken to keeping a hand towel in his locker in case wet hair was an issue when his friend finally made it to their lockers in the morning.

The first time one of the idiot meat-heads found it hilarious to shove snow down the back of Blaines sweater, Kurt was there to bitch the kid out- they didnt even know that ones name. He was probably some new recruit trying to prove his worth- and run said hand towel up under the sweater and over Blaines chilled back.

The next day, when Karofsky lobbed a snowball that was mostly a giant clump of ice at Kurt before he could get his bag up in front of his face, Blaine was there to make sure the blood from Kurts split lip didnt get on his white cashmere top, and he took Kurt to the nurse before going off to tell, not Figgins, but Sue Sylvester what had just happened.

Karofsky was stuck in detention for the rest of the month, and Blaine was practically preening as Coach Sylvester sang his praise for looking after her sweet Porcelain. Songs were chosen for Regionals, which would take place at the start of February, and the club focused instead on Christmas carols and holiday songs, talking about an upcoming concert that Figgins wanted them to hold for the student body.

With the ridiculous amount of heat Kurt had been receiving from the jocks lately, he wanted to do something to stir them up and show them how little they were bothering him, so Blaine had started thinking up ways to musically give the meat-heads the middle finger. As much as he enjoyed Santanas idea of Kurt singing Santa Baby during the concert, he, along with Finn and surprisingly Puck, didnt think Kurt should do a solo to piss them off. Nobody wanted him up there saying screw you all alone.

"What about a duet?" Blaines voice surprised even him, since hed been thinking it but not actually planning to say anything. The rest of the club looked over at him, since they hadnt even been talking about the whole Kurt vs. Jocks situation. They were mid-conversation about dressing some of them as reindeer while Artie played the role of Santa with his chair fixed to be a sleigh for a mash up of Up On The Housetop and Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Now they all looked expectantly at Blaine.

He awkwardly cleared his throat and looked down at the ground before focusing mostly on Kurt and voicing his idea. "Baby Its Cold Outside. Its the perfect duet for the concert, and its an opportunity to totally mess with the hetero-normative. I mean… Kurts voice is perfect for the traditionally female part, and I kind of performed the male part last Christmas at Six Flags Holiday in the Park, so…" His cheeks felt hot, but the grin that was growing on Kurts face gave Blaine some courage.

"That would be perfect! But… Blaine, are you sure youre comfortable with it? I mean, thats kind of a… um… I mean, that song is a little… intimate?" Now Kurt was blushing and the rest of the club seemed intent on leaving the two of them to figure this whole thing out, so Blaine took a deep breath and moved to the front of the room, muttering something to Brad rather than taking a seat at the piano himself. He wanted to really put his all into getting the message right this time, so he didnt want to get distracted by playing the right notes.

He cleared his throat to speak before the song took over the room. He had something he needed to say first. "So, this is gonna seem totally over the top, but, well… thats kind of your style, Kurt, so it seems fitting. Um… I hope the rest of you guys wont like… hate me for not telling you the whole truth about myself or something… but…" He was babbling now, so he shut up and nodded to the band and Brad, starting the performance that would either make him super happy or so embarrassed hed never leave his bedroom after he got home.

"I dont want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

I dont care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree,

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true, oh,"

Blaine walked up to where Kurt was sitting, practically gaping at the raven-haired singer, and got down on his knees before him, looking up into those gorgeous blue eyes.

"All I want for Christmas is you!"

Brittany, Santana, and Quinn had gotten up and were singing backing vocals for him as he continued, still on his knees, hands out and grasping Kurts as the pale boy pretty much clung to those hands like a lifeline. He looked so overwhelmed, but he was smiling too, so Blaine kept going, feeling his own cheeks burn with his blush and the pull of his own grin.

"I wont ask for much this Christmas

I wont even wish for snow,

(and I, the girls cooed, swaying and snapping their fingers)

I just wanna keep on waiting

Underneath the mistletoe,"

At that line, Kurt licked his lips, and Blaine felt his heart beating double time. This was actually working. It looked like Kurt felt for him the same way Blaine did and… Blaine was pretty sure he was about to have a boyfriend at McKinley and hed never been so excited about the idea of asking someone out and having them say yes.

"I just want you here tonight

Holding on to me so tight,

What more can I do?

Baby all I want for Christmas is you"

He pulled Kurt up with him then as he got off his knees, dragging the other boy to the center of the room and dancing in a sped up version of a slow-dance, happiness warming him to the core as he watched the smile split Kurts face, cheeks pulled up so far that his eyes were barely even open.

"All I want for Christmas is you…"

The song ended and Blaine stood there for a second before Kurt practically jumped into his arms, a happy squeal passing through his lips as he clung to Blaine. "So, does that mean youll go out with me?" he asked, voice partially muffled by Kurts shoulder.

The rest of the Glee club was a mixture of extremely happy faces, slightly confused expressions, and all-out cheering. It was so weird to come out like this and not have anyone look angry or negative in the least. Weird, but also utterly amazing. Blaine really did have a family in these people, more than he had at home for sure. Hed never imagined he would ever feel this… loved. He was so happy he barely heard Kurts breathless "Yes!" in his ear before their lips were crashing together and everything else became a blur.

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The next day was Friday and they had exactly one week before the concert, which would be the day before the Christmas and New Years break. The Glee club had agreed to keep the new relationship between Kurt and Blaine quiet, since Blaine still wasnt quite ready to come out to the whole school, even if he was ready to sing a risque duet with his boyfriend that next week. They all agreed it would be a great screw you for the narrow-minded jocks, and they were more than ready to play body-guards for the new couple.

That morning found Blaine being tossed into the dumpster only to land with an oof on top of an already tossed Kurt, who groaned at the sudden weight on his body. "This is not exactly the morning hello I was expecting, boyfriend," Kurt muttered, low enough that they would be the only ones to hear. Blaine couldnt hold back the laughter that practically exploded from his lungs, and he gave Kurt a quick peck on the lips before maneuvering himself over the side of the dumpster and pulling Kurt out after him.

"At least it gave us some unexpected time together?" Blaine offered, brushing the snow off of his boyfriend and making sure neither of them had any trash on them. The dumpsters were surprisingly clean most mornings, which was pretty convenient. The cold temperatures meant they didnt even smell of garbage, so only their coats really needed discarded. Of course, that would just have to be done in the building because it was too cold to leave the garments in their cars.

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine, giving his hand a squeeze before dropping it and leading their way into the school building. Even if they were hiding their relationship from the rest of the school, it still felt pretty damn fantastic to know he had an actual boyfriend now. Azimio and Karofsky and Rick and… all the other meat-head jocks couldnt do anything to keep him down.

English was spent passing notes, as it usually was, but this time they had a much more flirty vibe about them. Blaine complimented Kurts long black sweater and tight purple pants, while Kurt told Blaine his red jeans should be illegal for how amazingly they showed off his ass. That one had the shorter boy red in the face and looking around awkwardly before he slid his response back.

You cant just say things like that, Kurt!

Kurt stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth, licking the corner of his lips so that Blaine could see, which only made Blaine squirm more in his seat. Theyd only been dating less than twenty-four hours and the brunette already knew how to get under Blaines skin.

Well then, maybe you shouldnt just wear things like that. You cant expect me to behave myself here, Blaine. I mean, Ive been thinking about kissing you again since Halloween!

He actually had to hold back a groan when he read that one. Kurt was going to be the death of him, Blaine was sure of it. And on his tombstone theyd write killed by incredibly attractive boyfriend and his damn words. Not wanting to continue on the path to ruin and inevitably inappropriate hard-ons in the middle of class, Blaine scribbled a new note and passed it to his boyfriend.

Come over today after school? I want to make you dinner and maybe we could watch a movie?

His parents were actually not away on business, but they had some kind of dinner party that evening and wouldnt be home from the time he got in from school to some ridiculously late hour of the night, so it would be a good night for a date in. It wasnt that he wanted to do anything inappropriate that would necessitate parents not being home, but it would be nice to just be… alone with Kurt. To be able to kiss him and cuddle with him on the couch while they watched whichever movie they decided on. It would be nice to make him dinner and really woo the boy he, dare he say it, loved.

Yeah, definitely. Ill call my dad at lunch and make sure hes okay with me skipping Friday dinner. Im pretty sure hell understand since I gushed about you all last night. ;)

Kurt gushed about him to his dad? Wow. Blaine definitely had a ridiculously happy expression on his face, and it stayed in place all through the day. It was still in place when Kurt spoke to his dad on the phone while they stood out by their cars, putting off their lunch for a good fifteen minutes while Kurt solidified their plans and then pulled Blaine into the backseat of the Navigator to make out.

The happy grin was still in place when he got shoved into his locker before Glee club, and it was still in place when he stumbled into the room with a slight limp from where his hip had hit one of the combination locks. He shrugged off Santanas offer to go Lima Heights on Azimio, and he just sat there beside Kurt until it was time to practice their duet, which was filled with so much honesty that Tina kept having to wipe her eyes.

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After school, Kurt followed Blaine to the large house that somehow managed to feel like a home when the brunette or their mutual friends were inside. This fact that he finally felt at home in his own house was kind of sad, but also pretty happy, because Blaine never thought that would be the case. He had a home now, wherever Kurt was.

The two strolled to the door and into the house, hand in hand, happy smiles on their faces. Blaine set his satchel down near the stairs before leading Kurt to the kitchen. He still wasnt sure what he was making them for dinner, so he figured getting his boyfriends input on the menu might not be a bad thing.

"I must say, I make a mean pesto chicken with risotto, if you like that sort of thing," he said, finding the necessary herbs in the fridge along with already prepped chicken breasts. The glowing look in Kurts eyes told him that the taller boy was definitely interested in Blaines dinner idea, so he pulled out the necessary ingredients with a grin.

Kurt cleared his throat and gave Blaine a pointed look. "You can cook. Why didnt you say anything when I took over your kitchen at Thanksgiving?" One perfect brow was arched at Blaine, and Kurts foot was tapping the floor, managing to make little tapping noises despite the soft sock covering it.

"Its really not a big deal, Kurt. You were really into it and I… I kinda liked the idea that you wanted to cook for me and stuff. I mean… nobody ever does that. For me." He shot a sheepish glance at his boyfriend, whose face had softened at Blaines explanation. "I dont really get to do this stuff for anyone but myself, though, so I kinda wanted to treat you tonight. If thats okay."

His answer came in the form of a soft, sweet kiss from Kurt, and an offer to stir the risotto or whatever other assistance he could offer. Blaine was so happy, and his smile was mirrored on Kurts face. By the time the meal was cooked and devoured, theyd managed to feed each other from their forks and were playfully wiping suds from the kitchen sink on each others faces.

Once they finished playing and actually did the dishes, the two made their way to the living room where Blaine opened a door on the entertainment center and showed Kurt his collection of movies. "What are you in the mood for?" He asked, sitting on the floor beside his boyfriend to peruse the selection.

It wasnt very surprising when Kurt pulled out a few Disney movies and grinned at him. "Lion King or Little Mermaid first? Im sorry, but I always imagined singing along to Disney movies with my own personal Disney prince. You, Blaine Anderson, are quite the prince charming." He batted his lashes at Blaine, which led to a chaste kiss on the lips from the so-called prince, who snatched The Lion King from his boyfriend and slid the DVD into the player.

"Come cuddle on the couch with your prince?" Blaine cooed, tugging Kurt over to the chilly leather couch before grabbing a plush blanket off the back of it and pulling it around them. "You know, some people would call this too fast, but I really dont care. I love you, Kurt Hummel. Id be honored to be the prince charming in your happy ever after." Despite the cheesiness of the statement, both boys were blushing and leaned in for a much less-chaste kiss. The opening Swahili of their movie was ignored in favor of exploring each others mouth, and that was fine by Blaine.