He turned back around and his eyes fell on the sleeping boy still on the couch.

Blaine will admit, he was little tipsy, but not full-on drunk. He could see even in the moonlight that Kurt’s beautiful porcelain face was tearstained.

Blaine felt a pit of guilt form inside of his stomach.

He slowly moved to the side of the couch and kneeled down, he gently placed a hand of Kurt’s cheek and ran it across his face slowly. He sighed softly and whispered quietly to the sleeping form above him. ""Merry Christmas Kurt..."

Blaine walked into his bedroom and quickly changed into his pyjama’s, then walked back in the living room. He grabbed a blanket from his room as well. He waited until Kurt moved on the couch before he settled next to him and pulled the blanket over the both of them.

He soon fell asleep.

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The sunlight streamed through the window in the small apartment later that morning, for Christmas it was strangely sunny but still cold out.

Kurt was the first to wake up, he tried to move but couldn’t. He looked down and saw an arm hooked around his waist and saw Blaine once he looked behind him. Kurt moved away slowly and thankfully didn’t wake Blaine up.

He moved into the kitchen and flicked the switch for the kettle on, his stomach started to rumble. He placed a hand on the slightly swollen stomach and just left it there. Under his hand was the reason he was living here, the reason he didn’t have a family, the reason he’d made Blaine miserable.

But he or she was still a miracle.

Kurt sighed and pulled out one of the mugs in the cabinet, and placed the tea and sugar in the cup. He couldn’t drink coffee, which was becoming a real downer, so he had to subside to the tastings of hot tea. Next week he had the 12 week scan were he could really see the baby more in depth. He really didn’t know if Blaine would come along but for now it was just him.

Kurt decided there and then that he hated Christmas alone, he didn’t like his father being mad at him. The only time Burt had seen him since he kicked him out was when he dropped more of his stuff off. That was torture, seeing his father practically tell him that he didn’t want him in his life anymore, that broke his heart.

He heard a shuffle come from the couch indicating Blaine was awake. The curly haired boy soon sat up.

“Morning.” He said as Kurt made his way back into the living room.

“Morning.” Kurt replied.

“So, um…Merry Christmas.” Blaine said, Kurt smiled softly.

“Yeah, you too. Hey I just realised, you don’t have a Christmas tree in here, what’s up with that?” Kurt said, trying to stop thinking about how he’s not with his family today.

Blaine shrugged his shoulders. “Dunno, never got around to it I guess.”

“Well, maybe we should fix that.” Kurt replied.

Blaine raised a eyebrow in question, so Kurt continued. “Me and my dad always used to wait until Christmas eve to get a tree, family tradition, and this place is open Christmas day too.”

“Alright, you got a deal, Hummel.” Blaine said, then stood up and walked into his room to get dressed. Kurt rolled his eyes and soon moved to grab some clothes from his suitcase that was currently placed in the living room and got dressed in the bathroom.

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“Okay, you pick.” Blaine said as they walked down the mud path.

They had arrived at ‘Last Christmas’ a shop that sold old Christmas stuff for those who forgot. It was only about an hour away, so not far but far enough so people wouldn't see the two together.

“Well your apartment is pretty small, so we need one not too big but not small.” Kurt explained, crossing his arms over his chest in hopes to produce a bit more warmth than his coat was supplying. As either boy spoke you could see their breath radiate out into the sky in white puffs, because of the crisp and cold winter air.

“How about that one” Blaine asked, pointing to one down the path a bit.

“Blaine, its half dead.” Kurt deadpanned.

“Most of them are.” Blaine told him, then started to wonder off.

Kurt wandered down the path a bit, just looking at the different shades of trees and absorbing the specific smell. That was his favourite part of tree-shopping.

He remembered the first Christmas when Finn and Carole had joined them. Finn kept telling Kurt how awesome real Christmas tress smell, and Kurt had told him to quit being ridiculous. Now he has to admit it to Finn, they do smell amazing.

Kurt continued to wander until he ran into, literally, someone or something. He fell to the ground quite hard, however, it was not too serious so he didn't have to worry to much about hurting the baby.

He looked up and saw the friendly woman who was just lurking in his thoughts, Carole.

“Kurt!? Oh my goodness, here let me help you!” She screeched, helping him back to his feet.

“Carole, what are you doing here?” Kurt asked, quickly folding his arms over his stomach. She was a nurse and he didn’t know if she knew about the baby.

“Just looking around, your dad told me about this place and thought we should all come here to just get in the real Christmas spirit.” Carole said, then saw the expression on Kurt’s face.

“Oh darling..” She cooed, then pulled him into her arms and held him tightly. Kurt responded by wrapping his arms around the slightly shorter woman.

When they pulled away, Carole’s eyes peered down to Kurt’s stomach.

“So when are you due?” she asked.

“You know!?” Kurt asked, shocked.

“Yes, your father told me everything. But I still don’t see why you were kicked out..” Carole told him, then smiled softly. “And you still need to answer my question.”

Kurt smirked, and told her that he was due around July.

“Summer baby” Carole said simply, them both chuckling softly.

“Can I…?” Carole’s voice trailed off but by the jester to Kurt’s stomach, he understood.

“Sure.” He said. Carole gently placed a hand on his stomach, feeling the 11 week bump.

“Wow.” She marveled simply, then removed her hand. She cleared her throat. “I’ll see you around.” she said then turned and left.

Blaine appeared moments later, probably waiting for the two of them to finish so it wasn’t either awkward or revealing him as the father.

“You alright?” Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded, “Yeah I’m good. Did you pick one?” he asked.

“Yep, it’s a good size, green, not dead and I got some guy to put it on the car for us.” Blaine told him.

"You couldn’t do it?” Kurt asked.

“Well, you’re pregnant and I’m lazy, it doesn’t mix with putting a Christmas tree on a car.” Blaine told him as they made their way back to the car park.

“So anymore stops?” Blaine asked once the employee left.

“Just one.” Kurt told him.

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Kurt walked down the stone path, this time on his own. He kept up the tradition and went to visit his mom.

He made his way to the grave he’d been to so many times in his life.

He knelt down and smiled at the Christmas styled flowers gently placed on the tombstone.

“Hey mom” he said softly, “Merry Christmas I guess, well not merry for me but I'm sure you’re having fun wherever you are. If dad’s been here I take it you know about my…situation. You would have been an amazing grandmother, caring, sweet, always the one who’d let them get away with murder. I know you may think I’m still a dumb kid, like dad thinks, but I know what I want to do." He took a deep breath, then continued.

“You don’t know Blaine but I know he’ll make good choices, well I hope anyway. He’s sweet if he wants to be, but in this day and age, popularity is everything you know? Maybe dad will come around and this baby will have a grandparent. I hope at least she or he will have a father, I know I am too, but again you know what I mean.” Kurt smiled at the grave softly.

“I miss you mom.” he said in just barely a whisper, and leaned forward to kiss the top of the headstone, which was freezing cold but he didn’t care. He stood up and left before tears fell from his eyes.

What Kurt didn’t know was that a certain mechanic was eavesdropping from a distance, absorbing in Kurt's every single word.