"Rachel, I just dont think its a good idea right now. Maybe next year, but right now I have too much on my plate," Kurt tried to convince Rachel that inviting her cousin Blaine for Christmas might not be the best thing at the moment. Rachel pouted and walked toward Kurt, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"But he isnt doing anything and hes all alone-"

"Rachel... Theres something youre not telling me," Kurt knew from the sound of the womans voice that she was keeping something from him. He pulled away from her tight embrace to look in her eyes. A deep blush stained her olive-toned cheeks. She walked toward the couch and sat down, hands folded in her lap.

"Rachel, whats going on?" Kurt asked, sitting next to her on the red sofa.

"Fine," she gave up and looked up at Kurt and twisted a little to get a better view of his face, "I kind of already invited him."

"You what?!" Kurt exclaimed jumping from the couch.

"I invited him already," she said, a guilty expression shown on her face. Kurt looked at her, anger building, fists clenched at his sides. Rachel looked down and began twiddling her thumbs together. She shifted uncomfortably and looked back up, a tear slowly rolling down her cheek. Kurt took one look at her face and visibly relaxed. He unfolded his clenched fists and mentally calmed himself down.

"Rachel," Kurt sat back down and took her hands into his.

"Kurt, Im sorry. I know I shouldnt have but we were talking the other night and he said that he didnt have any plans for Christmas and then my friendly instincts took over," Kurt rolled his eyes at that, "and the next thing I know, Im inviting him to visit us for Christmas."

"Rachel, its okay. I mean, you should have asked first, but I forgive you," Kurt gently rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. Rachels mouth curved upward into the signature "Berry Smile."

"When will we be expecting him?" Kurt asked reluctantly, mentally racking his brain for the intense planning hell be doing.

"Tomorrow night," Rachel said quietly, looking away to hide her guilt covered face. Christmas was only 6 days away. How will plan Christmas and keep his "guest" entertained as well? Kurt sighed, got up, and grabbed his planner on the coffee table.

"Well, looks like well be thoroughly planning for the next 6 days," Kurt said, smirking at his roommate. She groaned.

23 hours and 50 minutes later, Kurt was patiently waiting for Blaine to arrive as he prepared dinner. Swordfish steak with mango chutney on curried lentils, his favorite recipe. He was just finishing up when the doorbell rang.

"Ill get it!" Rachel shouted, darting across the living room from the couch to the door. She yanked the door open and greeted Blaine with a warm hug.

"Blaine! How are you?" Rachel asked squeezing Her cousin tightly.

"Im.. good... cant... breathe.." He choked out, trying to force Rachel off of him. She reluctantly let go and led him to the kitchen.

"Kurt, this is Blaine," Rachel showcased him, holding him at arms length from behind. Kurt turned around from the stove and forgot how to breathe once he laid eyes on the man standing in front of him. Blaine was wearing simple dark wash denim jeans that were rolled up above the ankles, black boat shoes, a tucked in red polo shirt that clung to his chest, and a navy blue bow tie. His black hair was gelled heavily and his sweet hazel eyes were piercing their way into Kurts soul. After a lifetime of staring at him, Kurt held out a hand.

"Kurt," he introduced himself.

"Blaine. Its a pleasure to meet you," he said taking Kurts hand and shaking it a little bit longer than was necessary. The room was silent for a awhile before the timer erupted indicating that dinner was done. Kurt swiftly turned around and turned the burner off, starting to plate the food.

"Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes. Um, Blaine?" Blaine looked up from where he was texting his mom about his safe landing, "you can set your stuff in the guest bedroom."

"Oh okay. Thank you," he walked out of the kitchen and into his room.

"What was all that about?" Rachel asked. Kurt blushed lightly and continued plating his food.

"I dont know what your talking about."

"Yes you do, Kurt. You know," she smiled and came up to the side of Kurt.

"Honesty Rachel. I dont know," Rachel hummed and silently left the kitchen and sat down on the couch. Was it that obvious? Kurt thought as he grabbed the plates and took them into the living room. Blaine was sitting with Rachel on the couch.

"Dinner is served," Kurt said, setting the three plates on the coffee table. They said their thank yous and Kurt went back to the kitchen to grab forks. He gave a fork to each of them and went over to the TV to put in a movie.

"Which one?" Kurt asked.

"Moulin Rouge!" Darren and Rachel said in unison. They both started giggling as Kurt set the DVD in the DVD player. This is going to be the longest week of my life, Kurt thought.