Over the years he had become more than accustomed to the Hummel-Hudson Christmas extravaganza. He'd never forget that first Christmas he'd spent with them. It had been a crazy, stressful, insane, beautiful, perfect disaster. The "Duck Fiasco" was still on record in the Lima newspaper archives somewhere. By now it was routine, and Blaine would never want it any other way.

It's not like Blaine enjoyed lying to Kurt. In fact he hated it. It made his stomach churn and his eyes to become unfocused. But sometimes lying was a must.

Convincing Kurt that Blaine actually had to go to Ohio a day earlier than Kurt was able to was surprisingly easy. Kurt had to finish up last minute things at the newspaper, and Blaine's fib about Cooper stopping by his parents' house for a day had flowed out with little issue. So after a few rearrangements, a round of amazing goodbye sex, about 6 hours later, Blaine Anderson arrived at Burt Hummel's door step. Now came the tricky part.

"Blaine my boy!" Burt bellowed when he opened the door, clearly in the holiday spirit, "We weren't expecting you till tomorrow! How are you? Where's Kurt?"

"Actually- it's j-just me sir," Blaine stuttered, not being able to keep eye contact as Burt ushered him inside.

"Alright," Burt sighed, resigned, "You've been calling me dad for at least 4 years now. What's up with the sir?"

"Sorry Dad, it's just…" Blaine trailed off, taking a deep breath and squaring his shoulders, "Sir, I am in love with your son. He's my everything, as is this family. I'm here on my own today- to ask your permission to- to marry your son."

Blaine was shaking at the end of his proposal. He knew what Kurt meant to Burt, and just because he accepted him as Kurt's boyfriend didn't mean he'd accept him as his husband, as an actual solid part of their family.

"Blaine, son calm down," Burt laughed good naturedly, "Blaine you're a part of this family, and you have been since the first time you walked through that door. Honestly, you had my permission 8 years ago. As far as I'm concerned the only thing there is to worry about is the fight you're going to have to have with Kurt about who I'm going to walk down the aisle, because you are both my sons."

Blaine didn't even try to hide the tears in his eyes as he buried his face into this man, his father's, warm welcoming chest.

"Now," Burt gruffed, "Show me the rings!"

Kurt arrived the next day is a flurry of hugs, kisses, and excited squeals made by him, Carole, and surprisingly Finn. For some reason over the years, New York City had mellowed Kurt out significantly and he and his brother slowly but surely developed not only a strong brotherly bond, but a best friendship. It still warmed Blaine's heart when he saw the brothers do sweet silly things for each other. Like the time Finn had showed up to their apartment, painted from head to toe in green paint, and begging Kurt to be his Galinda for this "Awesome Broadway Party that my Boss's daughter gave me tickets to!" He had then of course insisted that Blaine go as a gender swapped Dorothy. Blaine had a sneaking suspicion that Finn just really wanted to use the word gender swapped.

It was times like those that Blaine knew that this is where he belonged. This right here was his family.

Blaine had been caught up in jittery, nervous thoughts all day. He was a bundle of weird energy, and it wasn't going unnoticed.

"Honey are you okay?" Kurt had finally asked him, stepping away from the stove to put his hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"Yes!" Blaine nearly shouted, and then lowering his voice a bit, "Yes, yes, never better actually!"

Kurt raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him, but allowed the issue to drop.

Dinner that night want just dinner, it was an event. It was filled with stories and laughter and good times to spare. Blaine was trying his hardest to relax.

When they had all finally cleared their plates, Blaine knew it was time. He gave Burt a pointed look, who nodded subtly and stood up to speak.

"Kurt, there's something out in the back yard I need to show you. Would you go out there? I'll be right out."

"I- okay sure?" Kurt agreed, slightly confused. He slid from his chair and walked elegantly out the back door.

Blaine counted to 5, took a deep breath, and followed him out.

"Oh hi baby," Kurt smiled when Blaine came outside, stopping in front of him, "I don't know what was so special that my dad needed to show me."

No sooner had the words left his lips did the entire back yard come to life. A million dazzling twinkle lights were spread and hung all over the yard, strung to criss-cross above their heads.

"Oh," Kurt gasped looking around, "It's beautiful!"

"It pales in comparison to you," Blaine said softly.

Kurt couldn't help but blush. After all these years, Blaine could still make him blush.

"Kurt, there is a moment that you say to yourself, Oh! There you are, I've been looking for you forever. 9 years ago, I had that moment about you. You moved me Kurt and I used the excuse of a duet to spend more time with you. That day in the Dalton common room, I met the other half of my heart, and just like our song says, I've never looked back," taking another deep breath, Blaine sank down onto one knee. He opened up the little black box he had bought 6 months ago and finally asked the question, "Will you marry me?"

"OH MY GOD YES!" Kurt didn't even hesitate, tears in his eyes as he tackled a laughing Blaine to the snow covered ground.

Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's beautiful lips as he slid the simple platinum ring onto his fianc�'s finger.

"I GET ANOTHER BROTHER! SCORE!" They heard Finn yell, looking over to see him pressed against the sliding glass door.

The two boys fell back into the snow laughing as Finn barreled outs door to pile on top of them rambling about brothers and weddings and cake.

Laying there in the snow with his fianc� and his new brother, Blaine knew he had gotten everything he could have ever wanted out of life, and so so much more.