Kurt isn’t able to make it home for his first Christmas living in New York. He’d been able to make it home for Thanksgiving, he’d made it home for the occasional three-day weekend he’d been granted with his internship at Vogue, but he was “needed” (meaning that he would be running around getting people coffee and possibly fixing a ripped hem or two) for a photo shoot two days after Christmas, and he wouldn’t be able to afford flights back otherwise, and he had no desire to drive through the inevitable snow. So Kurt Hummel was alone on Christmas, what with Santana (who he shared an apartment with) and Rachel already back in Lima.

So when Kurt arrived home on Christmas Eve, he certainly wasn’t expecting to find a large gift-wrapped box sitting in the tiny living room, with a large tag stating “open me!” attached to it. Walking towards the box , Kurt untied the bow and gingerly lifted off the lid, half expecting something to jump out at him, but nothing happened. Walking to the box and peering inside, to find nothing.

“What the hell?” he muttered, lifting the box, and looking inside again, this time noticing a note.

Go to your bedroom to find the actual present :)

Raising an eyebrow, Kurt headed into his bedroom, trying not to get his hopes up. It was most likely just Laura or Cathy trying to cheer him up, opposed to what, or who rather, he hoped it would be.

In hindsight, Kurt probably should have realized that it was Blaine, who would do something like this, but as soon as Kurt opened the door to his bedroom to find one Blaine Anderson sitting down on it, with a large red bow perched on the top of his head, he decided that Christmas wouldn’t be that bad this year after all.