Kurt reached for the next letter in the box and the envelope that went with it happily. This was a cheerful one, if he remembered right. And after reading these letters so many times, he was certain he did.

Kurt skimmed the invitation to a holiday party before setting the envelope aside in favor of reading the letter, handwritten messily on a piece of lime green paper.

Kurt,

Merry Christmas! Alright, we still have almost two weeks until the 25th, but it’s December. December means I’m allowed to walk around greeting people that way, right?

Even better, that means only about a week from when you get this to when you get home! I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely looking forward to your visit, even more than I am to Christmas itself this year.  Your dad’s bringing me along to the airport to pick you up. I thought about making that surprise, but I’m way too excited to think I won’t slip and spill. It’ll probably end up being a fight over which of us gets to hug you first, which your dad will totally win. The best part of all of that? Your dad was the one who called /me/ and asked if I wanted to come. Have I mentioned lately how lucky you are to have him as your dad?

Most of this box is just straight out care package silliness. I know you have written and performance finals, so I sent some things along to keep you going, or at least maybe break a bit of stress by making you laugh. I figured that the caffeine in some more of those chocolate covered espresso beans would be quite welcome right now. Then I stuck in a bunch of things I thought might make you smile.

Isn’t that little penguin eraser about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen? Yes, I’m never letting you live down that baby penguin comment, even if it’s so not appropriate for you anymore, as you proved over Thanksgiving weekend. I also stuck in a little set of erasers that are shaped like sushi, because, well, why not?

Yes, those are the cheesiest Christmas socks I could find. I wanted them to offend your fashion sense at least as much as they did mine. Seriously, is that supposed to be Santa Claus or a snowman? You can burn them if you want or use them as cleaning rags, as long as you get a laugh out of them first.

Who doesn’t need a big button that sings ‘Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer’ whenever you push it? Why was this thing even created? Probably to make people like me giggle. Hopefully it will do the same for you, if only because you can imagine me cracking up every time you play that song.

The final random objects in the selection are holiday rubber ducks. Too bad you don’t have a bathtub in the dorm to cozy up to with these two in. That could really kill some finals stress. They did have a whole rubber duck nativity set, but since you’re not religious, I went with Santa and a reindeer instead. Maybe you would have liked the sacrilegious nature of rubber ducky Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus, though, come to think of it.

The very most important things in that box are the two envelopes. I promise you’ll like what’s inside that better than the socks. Stop and open the one with your name on it now. (And deliver the other one to Rachel when you see her next, please.)

Alright, have you read it?

We can call that Exhibit H, even though you’ll officially be there for the 2012 Glee Holiday Reunion Party.

All of us seniors, and the juniors, have been talking about doing this for a while. I worked it out with my parents to host, since we can’t exactly use Rachel’s basement without asking. Well, really, working it out with my parents consisted of getting my mom to agree while she was in the middle of some paperwork she brought home. I doubt she remembers the conversation, but at least I tried!

We’re inviting everyone we know will be back in town for the break, plus all the current members, so it should be plenty interesting. My parents will be in Chicago for a business conference that weekend, giving us free reign as long as we keep the house in good shape.

One of the points of this is to get everyone back together, because we returners have missed all of you who ventured off into the wide world. Even Santana.

The other point is to give everyone a chance to meet each other. The new members probably hear too much about all of you, and it would be great for all of you to be able meet the next generation of glee club members.

I know Elliot is really excited to meet you, for one. Apparently I have a tendency to talk about you all the time. I have no idea what he means by that. (Yes, he’s sitting here right now, and so are Tina and Artie. I’m writing this letter in the library. No I did not explain the baby penguin joke to any of them.)

Don’t even think of backing out of this without a really, really good reason because I need your help getting this all to run smoothly. And that’s completely because of your wonderful party planning skills and not at all because it’s an excuse to spend more time with you while we’re both on break.

I don’t need an excuse for spending time with you. I love you. You love me. That’s enough of a reason.

Alright, Elliot needs to stop reading this over my shoulder if he’s going to be making gagging noises about me being too sappy. Just wait until he’s in love.

There. Artie’s distracting him with quizzing him about details for the history test he’s supposed to be studying for. Speaking of which, I should end this here, since I’m supposed to be studying for a calculus test with Tina and Artie myself.

I’ll see you at the airport. I can’t wait to wrap my arms around you and just pull you close.

Love you,

Blaine

Kurt shifted in his bed so he could lean back against the wall behind him, thinking back fondly to that Holiday party. It’d been a good time. They’d even managed to keep Puck from getting all the freshmen too drunk.

Kurt had gotten rid of the ugly Christmas socks and the big button thing by re-gifting them in the White Elephant exchange. Though Finn seemed excited enough to have gotten them that he might as well have wrapped them up and left them under the tree for his brother.

It had been good to see everyone again. New Directions was a crazy, crazy group of people, but that was what kept it all entertaining, at least in doses of a few hours at a time.

The new kids fit right in with the rest of the insane mix. One of the girls could easily give Santana a run for her money, and it was quite, quite hilarious to watch the two of them trade insults all night since there was no real malice behind any of them.

That night had also been the first time he’d met Elliot. He knew that he’d had nothing to worry about with Blaine having more than mentoring/friendship feelings towards the boy, but meeting Elliot reaffirmed that. He’d been super nervous to meet all the graduates, but by the end of the night he’d been singing classic rock songs with Finn, because all such gatherings must end in karaoke. That should be a law.

Blaine joked that the kid might be his love child with Mercedes from the future, but Kurt had the feeling that the fact Elliot’s pants were too short had more to do with being in the middle of an awkward growth spurt than anything relating to Blaine’s fashion sense. He also sort of doubted the kid would be able to do any higher runs soon. Considering that growth spurt, Elliot’s voice changing couldn’t be too far behind.

It had also been extra time with Blaine, not that he needed a real excuse for that. The party was held on a Saturday night, so Kurt went over during the day to help Blaine set up and get everything ready. Then of course he had to go back on Sunday to help clean up before Blaine’s parents came home that evening. And if he just happened to stay all afternoon, well, it was exactly the way Kurt had wanted to spend that day.