Blaine had never really wanted to be the kind of gay that was a 'gay rights activist'. He was content with being a person who happened to like the same sex. Plus, being at McKinley had never really encouraged a giant stand up and declare that 'gay is okay' kind of place, but Derek insisted that discussing the subject is the only way to help people understand.

"You see, if people aren't exposed to the problems, they're perfectly content to just sit back and let them be problems. No one wants to start a revolution without encouragement. So that's where we come in. We've had kids at this school come out to less accepting parents, and we're there to help the transition."

Blaine didn't really even listen when Derek spoke, but he liked watching how riled up he got talking about the issues and how important it was to demonstrate change. He always started talking really fast and gesturing big and sometimes shouting random words in the sentence. It would be terrifying if it weren't so terribly endearing.

"So that's why you started PFLAG? To help other kids?"

Derek shook his head. "Actually, I didn't start it. I came out, my parents were pissed, and this guy named Caleb came to my house and talked to them and, while it was a long time before things were okay, it helped them on the path to recovery. But yeah, Caleb started it and how could I not join?"

Blaine nodded. "I wish I'd had someone go talk to my parents. I thought they were going to put me in a mental hospital."

"Did they?" Derek joked.

"Worse. McKinley." Both laughed at the jab at his former school.

"Well I'm glad you decided to come here," Derek said as he turned his attention back to the banner he had been making for the next PFLAG meeting.

Blaine couldn't help but obscenely stare at Derek's behind as he bent over to cut construction paper. "Yeah, me too."

Kurt was sitting alone in the lounge, bent over an obscenely difficult math worksheet. If you assign homework in class, it should be on the stuff taught in class right? This was bullshit. Utter and complete bullshit.

And he had this absurd concert he had to perform at by the end of the week and finals were coming up and it was supposed to be Christmas for chrissakes and he was sitting here working while worrying about work and about singing which is the one thing he loved! And Wes had bowed out of rehearsing with him because he was busy with finals too and it was all too stressful and mind-numbingly boring.

"You look like you need a break." Kurt looked up and saw Jacob leaning against the door frame.

Kurt smiled. "I'd like to, but I have so much work to do. I've got this math work and then studying for all of my finals and Wes dropped out of rehearsals so I need to find a good duet partner. I wish someone could help me with all of it but you," Kurt said with a smirk as Jacob sat down next to him, "are bogus at math and can't hold a tune."

Jacob cocked his head to the side. "You really can't think of anyone to help you at all?"

"Well everybody's so busy with finals and I-"

"Kurt are serious? Blaine is a year ahead in math because he's so good at it and he got the lead solo for the Warblers at Sectionals and he hadn't been a member for even a week!"

Kurt shifted uncomfortably in his spot on the couch. "I don't know. I think he's been avoiding me lately."

"Avoiding you? You're not dating, you're friends, what's the problem?"

"Yeah I know, but he's been really distant and he won't talk about how he misses his friends or anything really. And he's been hanging out with that guy Derek in like all of his spare time. I don't think he needs his mentor friend anymore."

"You should be happy for him. He's never had a boyfriend and he's been basically closeted for forever."

"I know I know. I am happy for him."

Jacob leaned in and kissed him. "Good. Now call him and stop drowning in your work. It's not healthy."

He stood up and walked out of the lounge.

Kurt watched him go and then looked at his phone sitting next to the pile of textbooks.

He picked it up and dialed.

Blaine was sitting on Derek's bed, leafing through the new Vogue. Derek was at the foot of the bed reading an old one. Derek looked up and saw that Blaine was basically not even reading the magazine, just flipping the pages.

"Blaine?"

Blaine looked up. "Yeah?"

"I have GQ too."

"Oh thank god," Blaine said, throwing down the magazine and moving towards Derek. Derek reached under his bed and pulled out one that was 2 months old. As he leaned up to hand it to Blaine, he almost collided with him.

They were both about 3 inches away from each other. They sat there silently, Derek running his eyes over Blaine's face, Blaine staring at Derek's lips, not understanding how he didn't notice that they're the perfect shade of pink.

Blaine reached for the magazine and his hand landed on top of Derek's.

"Thanks," he breathed out, barely able to find the words.

"No problem," Derek said, quietly.

They both stared at each other for a couple more seconds before Blaine grabbed the magazine out of his hands and threw it aside. He crashed his lips onto Derek's, grabbing both sides of his face. Derek moved his hands up into Blaine's hair and pulled, hard. Blaine would have complained if it wasn't so damn hot.

On top of the discarded and forgotten magazines, Blaine's phone was vibrating, the caller ID: Kurt Hummel.

Kurt cursed under his breath as the voicemail came out of his phone, *Hello, you've reached Blaine Anderson, please leave a message at the beep*

What could he be doing that could possibly be so important?

Kurt was sitting at his usual seat in the math classroom, staring at the board and praying he didn't forget all of the stuff he had been studying over the past three days.

Blaine walked in, whistling a Christmas carol and looking like the sun shined out of his ass.

He sat down next to Kurt and started tapping out the beat to 'Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree' and Kurt glared at him.

"What's wrong Kurt? Not feelin' the Christmas jive?" Blaine asked, dancing in his seat.

"Why didn't you call me back?"

"Hm?"

"I called you on Friday and I haven't heard from you all weekend."

Blaine smiled. "I was busy," he said, raising both his eyebrows.

Kurt was a little aggravated. "I needed your help."

Blaine sat up in his seat and his expression grew concerned. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing you can fix now. I had a shit ton to study for and I needed help with my math and I have this stupid duet coming up on the weekend-"

"Well I can help with that! We've still got a week to prepare right?"

"Right."

"After Warbler practice then."

Kurt just simply nodded and turned his attention towards the front.

After the last Warbler walked out of the practice room, Kurt went over to the small boombox they kept for working out harmonies and put in the instrumental version of 'Baby It's Cold Outside'.

Blaine smiled from across the room. "One of my favorites."

"Is that so?"

The music started up and Kurt sang his part, Blaine sang his, and the entire time, Kurt couldn't help but look at the contours of Blaine's face, the way his smile was crooked when he sang and how his hair was curled just around his face.

When Kurt sang, he had the biggest smile. Blaine didn't even know how someone could smile that big when they were singing. His hair turned up at the top and looked like it was on air and his cheeks were flushed and his eyes.

Nothing would ever be more beautiful than the blue in Kurt's eyes.

Kurt ended up the song and collapsed on the couch, forcing his mind to say, Jacob. Jacob. Jacob.

Blaine sat down next to him, his mind repeating Derek, Derek, Derek.

The music died down and the track puttered to a stop.

"I missed you Blaine."

"I've missed you too."

Kurt smiled and looked at the ceiling. "I feel like we're always missing each other. Why can't we just enjoy each other's company?"

Kurt looked over at Blaine and saw that he was staring lustfully at Kurt's mouth. Blaine quickly realized Kurt noticed and put his focus on Kurt.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Kurt smiled. "Good."

Blaine smiled. "Good."

"I swear to god Mercedes I wanted to kiss him right then and there."

"Boy, I thought you had moved on. What about Derek?"

"Shit, I know, I know. Derek. Yeah, no, Derek's great, really he is. He's so passionate about like practically everything he does and he wants other people to feel that passion too. He's like, passionate about the miracle of life and he just loves everyone and everything."

Mercedes smiled sadly at Blaine. "He sounds amazing. But-"

"But I don't know, he's not, he's not-"

"Not Kurt?"

Blaine looked at Mercedes. "He's not the one. I know it sounds stupid, but I guess I just wanted my first 'boyfriend' to be really really special."

"He sounds special Blaine."

Blaine looked down. "He is."

"Just not the right kind of special?"

"Maybe."

"So did all of your finals go alright?" Jacob asked, shouting from Kurt's kitchen where he was making both of them coffee.

"I hope so. I think I fucked up the math one. How about yours?"

"Eh, alright. I kicked history's ass. Did Blaine not help you with the math stuff? I thought you said you would call him."

"No, I did. He didn't get back to me before the test though."

"Did he at least help with your concert piece?"

Kurt paused. He looked towards the kitchen where Jacob's back was turned, facing the espresso machine. "Yeah."

"Good," Jacob said as he finished the coffees and moved into the living room, seating himself next to Kurt. "Did you pick a movie?"

Kurt looked at the TV and back to Jacob. "Moulin Rouge."

"Good choice."

It was the last day of school before Dalton was to break for two weeks. Christmas was coming up, and the halls were decorated with holly and wreaths and a gigantic tree next to the staircase and mistletoe. Mistletoe was everywhere. The teachers used to put it up as a joke because they were an all boys school, but as the times changed, guys pranked each other by tackling their friends under the mistletoe and showering them with sloppy kisses.

Blaine was very mindful of these attacks, afraid his hair might be an unnecessary casualty. But, sure enough, he felt a strong pair of hands whip him around. However, instead of someone slobbering all over his face, a very soft pair of lips planted a kiss on his mouth.

"Merry Christmas," Derek smiled, speaking the words as his lips moved on top of Blaine's.

"Merry Christmas," Blaine whispered back, returning the kiss.

Derek pulled out a little box from behind his back. "A little something for my," Derek kissed him again, "little something."

Blaine smiled at him. "I can't believe you did this! You shouldn't have." He held the box in his hands, and suddenly his face fell. "I didn't get you anything."

Derek smiled and pulled Blaine close to him, giving him another kiss. "And you didn't have to. Merry Christmas Blaine." He gave Blaine a peck on the cheek. "I have to go work on the presentation for next month with Jamie. I'll see you later?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah."

Derek walked down the hall and Blaine turned over the box in his hand.

"Kurt! Wait up!"

Kurt turned around and saw Jacob running towards him, a small, red box in his hand. Kurt smiled at him as Jacob handed him the package.

"What's this?"

"Something for you."

Kurt smiled and tore off the paper. Inside was a beautiful, beautiful silver Rolex with Kurt's full name around the edge.

"Jacob…"

Jacob held up his hand. "I know you're going to say it's too much, I shouldn't have, or whatever, but I wanted to Kurt, because I love you."

Kurt looked up from the watch and hugged Jacob. "Thank you."

Jacob wrapped his arms around Kurt and squeezed.

Kurt let go and drew back. "I'm afraid I haven't gotten you anything yet."

Jacob leaned in and kissed Kurt, withdrawing a little only to whisper, "That's okay. I have you."

Blaine was sitting in the lounge, his messenger bag at his feet, chewing on the end of his pen absentmindedly thinking about what to get his friends for Christmas.

"Hey you."

Blaine turned in his seat on the couch to see Kurt at the door.

"Hey."

Kurt walked over and sat down next to Blaine on the couch. Kurt pulled out a small wrapped gift from his bag.

"I got you something."

Blaine smiled and leaned down, pulling a similarly sized package. "Me too."

"Trade on 3?"

"1…. 2…. 3!"

They both swapped packages and opened them in a hurry.

And they each were holding a copy of the Moulin Rouge soundtrack.

Blaine started first, "You said after the wedding you were so upset when you broke your copy-"

"And you said you wished your father had let you own one."

Blaine smiled. "You remembered?"

"You did too."

They both sat there, looking at each other with the adoration they shared for their presents.

Blaine leaned in and hugged Kurt, squeezing tight, when he remembered Jacob's words. Kurt returned the hug, but Blaine pulled away.

He stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Thank you Kurt."

He walked out of the room leaving Kurt in the room alone with a copy of Moulin Rouge in his hand.

Jacob, Jacob, Jacob…

But Kurt Hummel had only one person on his mind.

Truth be told, Kurt had been kind of distracted ever since Blaine Anderson tried to spy on Dalton Academy.

And as Blaine walked down the hallway he repeated in his head, it's only a crush, it's only a crush.

But that wasn't true.

Kurt Hummel wasn't 'only' anything.