The next few weeks spiral away quickly and before I know it it is the week before Christmas when we are all flying back to Ohio. I know the saying is time flies when you're having fun...but my new motto is time flies when you're kissing Blaine! It's just as easy as breathing, I crave it as much as I do the stale oxygen from the city sky and I don't know how I ever lived without it. Don't get me wrong we do other things too, lots of walks, coffee dates, movies and just goofing around together and lots of talking. The one thing I'm dreading is the next tour he has.... Not long after Christmas in Australia for 2 months, two whole months without being able to touch him! I've not voiced these opinions yet or any other emotions I have trapped inside...especially that important L word. It's not that I don't love him of course I do, but every time I go to say it out loud I have flashbacks of how horrible it went the last time, what's worse is he can't say it enough and in an as many languages as he can muster! There is also a bit of a hold out in the bedroom department, but that's mutual! we both decided to wait and take it slowly...that conversation ended in the best hand job I have ever received....they don't count though or so we decided in our post orgasmic states. We have tried to keep up our social lives as well and not be glued together 24/7, so we normally only have 'sleepovers' at the weekend, this Saturday however I have another tiny gorgeous man staying....one who kicks in his sleep and takes up near enough all of my bed. Meaning Blaine has no choice but to stay home and let me, Santana and Landin have all the fun.

That's why I'm currently lying on the floor shirtless with a straw up my left nostril and ketchup smeared across my torso. Landin has been hovering over the top of me with rubber gloves on his tiny hands and a pair of swimming goggles over his eyes, a short curtain pole held tightly in his fists for the last twenty minutes. Santana has some stylish pink driving gloves on and one of my baking aprons tied around her waist, she is making the use of Landin's thinking time to sit on the coffee table with a glass of wine in her hand.

"Wilson! I need a scan!" Landin's voice comes out distorted as he tries to mimic his character's accent. "It's not cancer!" he shouts loudly.

"Ok House!" she giggles handing him a frying pan which he starts to swipe across the top of my body, tongue poking out in concentration.

"Don't die!" he squeaks out as I make a gurgling noise "Death is boring!" he returns to his character's tone. I have to say I'm impressed by this almost five year old's attempts.

"You don't get to float with the other angels..." Santana whispers as he forgets what else he had planned to say.

"Yeah what he said!" he puts his hand on my chest and wriggles around before using his free hand to throw cooked spaghetti on to me "See! He swallowed worms...they ate his blood!" he sighs dramatically before standing up and limping with his curtain pole popping a mint into his mouth.

"What is that meant to be bug?" Santana looks after him.

"A codin! House takes them all the time!" he shrugs wandering up the hall to the bathroom.

"Wash those hands before you touch anything you goof..." I shout taking a picture of my chest and pulling a pained expression on my face. "Why are you staring at me?" I stare at Santana.

"Vicodin?! I know taking the responsible path is unusual for me but...How do the daddies feel about their son idolising a drug addict doctor? With no decent social skills?" she swigs back her wine and pours another for herself and one for me.

"They think it's cute that he uses all these long words and tells his teacher symptoms of exotic diseases but they just tell him it's a mint he is taking but a special one for grownups...most of the drug stuff goes over his head!" I look down at my phone and quickly finish off the text.

Hey babe I'm not going to pull through....don't mourn me for too long.....<3

"Is that Blaine your texting?" I smile at her and she pulls a face. "You two are so sickeningly sweet it's disgusting.... You could have let him come over for a bit?" I shake my head as I wipe the worst of the sauce from my chest and put the rubbish in to the bin we brought through earlier.

"No, not that I don't miss him...but him and Landin have only met twice in big groups and besides I kind of wanted him to myself tonight....well to me and you!" I say getting up with clicking bones after being on the hardwood floor for so long.

"I know we only have so many more years before we aren't cool any more....and he is by far the only man to make my heart swell with love!" I nod in agreement looking down the hall where we can hear water running. "Although he is exhausting! Where does all that energy come from?" she groans handing me my wine.

"I have a theory about that! I think they have tiny little batteries made up of sugar and caffeine and when they start to wear off they just pop a couple more in...good to go!" I take a small sip and let out a contented sigh.

"That's logical! What the hell is he doing along there?" she turns back to the bathroom door where water is still running. "Bug? What are you doing?" she yells and a crash comes in response. We are both up and running in a split second and skid into the bathroom where Landin is stripped down out of his clothes, feet in a small pool of water in the tub. He look part scared and part worried watching us as the water keeps filling up.

"I'm being Nemo!" he says simply and we both burst out laughing when we take in the potted plant floating around his ankles.

"What's that meant to be?" I point to it and he shakes his head.

"Seaweed silly!" he sighs as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well how about Uncle Kurt takes the seaweed out and gets you a clean sea to be Nemo in?" Santana says through small bursts of giggles lifting him out and wrapping him into a warm towel to keep him warm.

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"Okay are we all here?" I ask pulling the covers up over the three of us in my bed.

"Yes! Dax is under the covers!" he smiles quickly pulling out his meerkat toy to show us and then hides him again.

"Good!" I ruffle his soft clean hair and then place my arm around his shoulders. "Who's going to start the adventure?" I ask him and he points to Santana who does a slightly over exaggerated wiggle and almost falls off the edge of the bed.

"Okay, so once upon a time in a land far, far away there was a beautiful fox called Santana..."

"...............And a handsome soldier called Kurt......." I follow on and then look at Landin.

".....And a really small hamster called Landin..." Santana high fives him before continuing.

"....they were best friends and the coolest people ever! But there was a really nasty ogre called....."

"Kokola!" Landin giggled and Santana pulled a scared face.

"Right! And he lived in......"

"The wooga-wooga swamp!" I smile as I say it knowing Landin is holding in his laughs as best he can.

"And one day he sent a....."

"Snail! To give them a message..."

"A slimy smelly snail!" I add with wriggling fingers for effect.

"He said that he was going to eat all the......"

"Marshmallows!"

".........in the world if they didn't come to fight him...so being the brave best friends they were they picked up their weapons....a bubble machine....."

"High heels!"

"And a pogo stick!"

"......and set off in to the deep dark forest, when they got to the swamp the ogre tried to squash them with....."

"A flower!"

".......But the hamster, the fox and the soldier were too quick for him....they put the high heels on to the ground and when the ogre tripped up they used the pogo stick to jump on his head and the really small hamster squirted bubbles into his eyes...."

".....The ogre gave up the fight and ran away...."

"Crying!"

".........And the fox, the hamster and the soldier went back to their house and lived happily....."

"Ever!"

"After....with lots and lots of...."

"Cheesecake!"

"The end!" we all cried out in unison and Landin gave a big yawn.

"Okay time for bed you goof!" I give him a tight hug and so does Santana.

"Love you bug..." she plants a kiss to his forehead and then gets up.

"Uncle Kurt?" he hushes out.

"Yeah?" I stay sat on the edge of the bed facing into him.

"What does Grandpa Burt say again?" he looks confused as he fiddles with the comforter.

"Love you to the moon and back?" I ask not sure why he wants to know.

"That's a long way huh?" he wriggles further down into the covers so all I can see is the top of his face and his onsie hood.

"Yeah and he loves me that much! How come buddy?" I stroke his cheek softly.

"I love you to the moon and back!" he says through another big yawn.

"And I love you that much too! Now go to sleep or no special Sunday brunch for you!" I bop his nose and his eyes screw shut as tight as he can get them "sweet dreams you goofball!" I switch the bedside light off and pull the door closed behind me. It's only then I notice I have a text and open it up to find a photo of a sleepy smiling Blaine wrapped up in his comforter on his bed.

Landin's clearly had fun....and you have too I bet! Goodnight peach....sweet dreams and wish you were here...<3

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"Hello my darlings!!!" Mrs B comes swinging in through the door wrapped in an elegant purple coat and very high wedged courts on.

"If you wake up Landin your dealing with him!" I point at her as she floats down on to the chair opposite us. "Where have you been anyway?" I ask taking in her Chanel dress as she peels her coat off.

"Out on a date?" Santana asks as she spreads out over the couch putting her head into my lap.

"Oh heavens no! You know I like my men like the Sunday morning brunch....casual!" she grins picking up the almost empty wine bottle to swig down what's left. "Actually I was at a business meeting!" she smiles happily at us.

"What kind of business meeting lasts until midnight prey tell?" I raise my eyebrows at her unconvinced.

"Now that would be telling Kurt!" she winks and I am completely thrown by the secrecy.

"Totally working with the FBI!" Santana giggles from under her hair and Mrs B tuts shaking her head with such grace.

"Darling please....that is so 1970!" she laughs and I feel my jaw hit the floor. "Kurt close your mouth there is no elongated object needing your immediate attention!" Santana flails helplessly on top of me hitting my nose with her hand.

"Seriously who are you?!" I groan as she pulls her legs behind her head into a yoga pose on the chair. "And how can I get that flexible..."

"Well for starters you could where looser pants...yours are so tight I'm sure they could cause erectile dysfunction..." this time Santana laughs so hard she falls off of the couch with a loud thud to the floor.

"Please don't say that word....it will scar me for the next week!" I whine loudly and she simply slides off the couch in to the splits on the floor beside Santana.

"Oh lighten up! It was a joke I happen to think your choice in pants is terrific...definitely lets Blaine know what to expect!" I slap my hands over my eyes to try and block out the sinister grin she pulls at me. "Anyway more to the point I just thought I would come and say have a good Christmas and new year and I will see you January the 4th for the tea party! Bring Blaine if you like......... I told Evelyn and Irene all about him!"

"I think I'll wait a while before I bring him....the last thing we need is Maud trying to make him take a hit out of her teapot/homemade bong..." I peel myself out of the chair and stretch all my sore muscles. "I'm going to bed; love you both in adequate amounts!" I kiss both of their cheeks softly as Santana falls into a similar position beside her.

"You're anything but adequate Kurt...if that bulge is anything to go by...." She wiggles her eyebrows and my hand flies over my crotch as I back out of the room.

"Goodnight MABLE!" I pronounce with extra wit as she shivers before I happily skip to my bed where Landin is now laying the opposite way round from when I left him.