It had been 4 days since Blaine arrived and it was the 22nd of December. Blaine never wanted to leave. He wanted to stay there in Kurts arms for forever. But he had a life. And Kurt had a life. They would both have to go back to living their lives the day after Christmas.

That morning, they woke up and rolled out of bed clumsily, landing on each other on the floor.

"Oh my God," Kurt rolled off of the shorter man and covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. Blaine just chuckled and tugged Kurts hands away from covering up his beautifully chiseled face. Kurt cooperated and let Blaine take his hands in his. To Blaines surprise, Kurt didnt take his hands away. They just laid on the ground, facing each other, looking down at their clasped hands.

"We.. We should probably eat something," Kurt said, sitting up and dusting the imaginary particles off of his shoulders.

"Yeah. We should."

They made their way to the kitchen where Kurt made buttermilk pancakes. Blaine sat at the table, watching Kurt. Kurt was so beautiful. So talented. So vulnerable. Blaine wanting to protect Kurt and be there for him through everything. He observed every little movement Kurt made. When he set the spatula down: the way the top of his hands flexed, the way his wrist would flick back up and brush a stray strand of hair back into place. When he opened the refrigerator: the way his hand gripped the refrigerator door, the way his face scanned the food products looking for something, the way he bent over trying to get a better view. Blaine was an addict and Kurt was Blaines drug.

Blaine snapped out of his trance when he saw a plate being set in front of him.

"Blaine, are you okay? You seem a little off right now," Kurt looked at Blaine in concern before turning around to grab the syrup.

"Oh everythings fine. I just.." He tried to think of something clever but nothing was coming to mind, "nothing..."

“Oh, alright,” Kurt sat down across from Blaine with his own plate of pancakes.

Sometimes Kurt just looks so elegant, Blaine thought. He couldn't stop watching him. Everything he did was done gracefully and nothing was left undone.

“What did you want to do today, Kurt?” Blaine asked, stuffing a forkful of pancake into his mouth.

“Actually, I was going to go Christmas shopping today. I would ask you to help me, but I don't know if I can trust you to keep Rachel's present a secret,” Kurt smirked at Blaine before eating another bite of his breakfast and setting his fork down quietly.

I swear, everything he does is graceful..

“You know I can keep a secret, Kurt! I am super trusting. You can even ask Rachel,” Blaine tried to convince Kurt, but even he knew that he wasn't going to win. Kurt gave him his best “bitch please” look and Blaine just slouched over in defeat. Kurt grinned in satisfaction and went back to enjoying his meal.

If he's going out then this gives me the perfect opportunity to go Christmas shopping myself, Blaine thought.

Blaine and Kurt finished eating around the same time. Kurt went to the bathroom and took a shower before getting out and finishing his morning routine. Blaine got ready at the same time so when Kurt left the apartment to go shopping Blaine left a few minutes afterward.

xxxXxxx

The first place Blaine went was the music store. He knew somebody growing up who worked there. He entered the small shop and stopped at the doorway.

“Welcome to Between the Sheets! How may I-” the employee stopped mid-sentence when he saw who was at the door.

“Oh my Gosh! Dude! How have you been?” Wes brought Blaine in for a giant hug, which Blaine was fully prepared for, thanks to the years of being, not only best friends, but roommates at Dalton.

“I'm good, Wes. How are you holding up?” Blaine asked, finally being let go.

“Oh, man, life is so good! New York is so alive and there are so many lights and, oh God, it's the best,” Wes turned away to go back behind the counter.

“So why are you here anyway, Blaine? I thought you were going to Yale,” Wes grabbed a bottle of water from behind the counter a took a quick swig.

“I'm just visiting my cousin Rachel for Christmas. I'm going Christmas Shopping right now,” he replied, looking around the small building.

“So is there anything you wanted to see?” Wes asked.

Blaine was still looking around until his eyes settled on what he was looking for.

“There.”

xxxXxxx

Kurt entered the large store knowing exactly what he was going to buy for Blaine. He already bought Rachel's present before Blaine even got there. Once he knew more about Blaine, he knew the perfect gift for the perfect guy. Kurt looked around before falling in love with the most beautiful of them all. He just had to get it. He bought the item and walked out of the store with a smile on his face.

Blaine arrived at the apartment before Kurt so he had time to wrap the present and put it under the short Christmas tree in the living room. He also put Rachel's pre-wrapped present underneath the dark green branches. When he finished cleaning everything up, Rachel woke up from her long slumber.

“Kurt is that you?” Rachel stumbled her way into the living room, rubbing her eyes.

“No, Rachel. It's your cousin,” Blaine said, holding on to Rachel, trying to stabilize her.

“Oh, Blainey!” She hugged him tightly and let him go, sitting down on the couch and snuggling into the plush pillows.

Just then, Kurt walked into the apartment with a neatly wrapped present in his right hand. He smiled and set the present underneath the tree.

“Looks like someone went Christmas shopping,” Kurt said looking at Blaine.

“I didn't want to tell you because you would've just said that I didn't have to and you don't like presents and blah, blah, blah,” Blaine sat down next to Rachel.

“He's right,” Rachel said sleepily.

“Okay. Fine,” Kurt said. He retreated for a moment and returned with another neatly wrapped present, setting it down underneath the tree.

“Why are you guys so early? I haven't even thought about your guys' presents,” Rachel said, slapping Blaine's arm playfully.

“It's okay, Rachel. You have a few more days,” Kurt said, seating himself down in one of the sofa chairs.

Blaine agreed, but then faltered when Kurt's words played over in his head.

You have a few more days...