Blaine shrugged and grabbed his bag from the floor. “Sort of, but not really. If that makes sense.”

Kurt nodded, and slung his own bag over his shoulder. “Alright, we’ll see you guys on the 31st. Behave yourselves.”

Jeff laughed. “Don’t we always?”

“Of course. That’s how you ended up at Dalton in the first place, right?” Kurt replied as he walked up the aisle.

Blaine smirked as he followed Kurt off the bus, and both boys stopped in their tracks as the door closed behind them.

“You didn’t say you were bringing a friend home, Kurt,” Burt said softly, his arms crossed.

Kurt shuffled his feet, avoiding eye contact with both of the males who were now glaring at him.

Blaine nudged him.“You didn’t even ask if I could come?” he hissed, his smile strained.

“I didn’t think it was necessary,” Kurt whispered back, and moved towards the house.

“Kid, we need to talk about this,” Burt said sternly, but Kurt kept walking.

Blaine followed after the pair, feeling out of place already.

—

“So you decided to bring your boyfriend home,” Burt stated, eyes flickering between Blaine and Kurt.

Kurt shook his head, “Blaine’s not my boyfriend. He’s a- just a friend.”

Blaine ignored the stab in his chest at the comment, “It’s true, sir. We’re just room mates.”

“But you’re gay,” Burt answered, looking at Blaine.

Blaine nodded. “Yes, but I can assure you that Kurt and I are just friends.”

Kurt looked at the floor, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room. “Alright, we’re just going to unpack now. Come on, Blaine.”

“You think he’s staying in your room?” Burt asked abruptly, and Kurt turned on his heel to look at his father.

“We’ve been staying in the same room together for four months. I think we can handle two weeks while we’re on vacation,” Kurt said. “Unless you don’t trust me.”

Burt looked at his son. “After all that’s happened the past few months, can you really blame me?”

Kurt took a breath. “No, you’re right. But I can promise you that I have no interest in having sex with Blaine in this house,” he said, his tone of voice tight.

Burt nodded his head. “Alright, go. We’ll call you boys for dinner.”

—

“Welcome to my paradise.” Kurt said, closing the door as Blaine entered the bedroom behind him.

Kurt goes to put his bag against the wall, but Blaine grabbed his arm and threw him on the bed.

“Blaine, what the fuck is- mph.” Blaine attacked Kurt’s lips so he doesn’t even get to finish his sentence.

“God. I just love it when you get like that” Blaine mumbled against Kurt’s mouth, his hands pushing Kurt’s thighs apart.

Kurt took that moment to bite down hard on Blaine’s tongue as it tried to enter his mouth.

Blaine yelped and sat back on his knees. “What the fuck, Kurt?”

Kurt sat up and crossed his legs. “You’re out of your goddamn mind. That’s the last thing we will be doing here,” he said sternly.

“Hey bro, you’re home!”

Blaine and Kurt turned to look at the now open door.

Kurt smiled. “Yes, Finn. Home for the holidays. Did you by any chance pick up that thing I asked you to get the last time I called?”

Finn pointed to the closet. “Yup, in there.”

Kurt raised a brow. “Are you insinuating that’s where I should be?”

Blaine’s eyes widened as he looked between the two boys. Kurt had failed to introduce them properly.

“Come on, dude. That’s not why…” Finn started.

Kurt laughed. “I’m kidding. See you in a few for dinner.”

Finn closed the door as he left, rolling his eyes.

“So now that it’s been clarified that you’re out of the closet…” Blaine started to reach for Kurt but his

hands were smacked away.

Kurt walked over to the closet and grabbed a thin square package from inside. He tossed it at Blaine and then returned to his seating position on the bed.

“What’s this?” Blaine asked.

“A bomb. You have ten seconds before it explodes and you get blasted into tiny hobbit pieces” Kurt replied with a shrug.

Blaine brought his free hand to his chest. “I’m crushed by your hurtful words.”

“Open the damn present, will you?” Kurt said irritably as he crossed his legs again.

Blaine ripped open the package, and a look of confusion instantly crossed his feature.

“A sketchpad.”

Kurt nodded. “Yeah, I saw the one in our dorm and-”

Blaine raised a hand to silence Kurt. “You went through my shit?”

“You left it out when you went to the bathroom, so I took a peek-”

“I never said you could touch my stuff!” Blaine said, his eyes narrowed.

Kurt stood up and put a hand on Blaine’s hip. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, Blaine Anderson, but you can drop this fucking attitude right now.” Kurt was not pleased, and Blaine knew it.

“I just gave you a fucking gift, and your other sketchbook was full. You are talented and I want to see what you can do so I got you a new one.”

Blaine looked from the book back to Kurt. “I… Thank you,” he said simply.

“That’s better. Don’t pull that shit with me, Anderson. Remember where it got you last time,” Kurt said thickly.

Blaine’s eyes darkened and the sketchbook dropped to the floor. He pushed Kurt back against the wall, and bit at his neck. “God, Kurt. You can’t just do that.”

Kurt moaned low in his throat, and his hands fell to Blaine’s waist. “We can’t do this… shit… Blaine! We can’t. Not here, Blaine.” Kurt pushed him away.

“You know, being here is a really big cock-block,” Blaine muttered as he picked the sketchbook from the floor.

Kurt sighed. “Yeah, well, we only have 12 days till Nick’s party. Let’s just concentrate on making it through Christmas dinner.”

—

Christmas went fairly smoothly despite Kurt being worried about his family acting weird with Blaine around. They all slipped rather easily into the situation and him being there seemed a lot smoother and fitting than Kurt had expected. Kurt was thankful, but it also felt kind of odd. Blaine wasn’t his boyfriend. He’d made that very clear to everyone- Blaine included.

One night, 3 days after Christmas and 2 days before ‘The Party’, Kurt and Blaine were tangled under the sheets, lost in each others moans and gasps for air.

Blaine rolled his hips down into Kurt, causing him to arch his back.

“Fuck, Kurt. I want to- can I finger you?” Blaine whispered in the darkness.

Kurt rolled the pair of them over, regaining control. “No, you can’t,” he said softly, his hands moving down Blaine’s chest. “Not yet.”

Blaine groaned as Kurt disappeared below the sheets and he grabbed a pillow to put over his face when Kurt sunk his mouth down around his cock.

Blaine’s mind was racing. While a part of him was still reacting to Kurt hovering over him, the thought of the impending party and New year filled his head more. The holidays had flown by. When Kurt was alone with him, Blaine had seen a side of him that he never really got to see when they were at Dalton, Blaine noticed as Kurt’s tongue swivelled on his skin and he closed his eyes. ‘Kurt is so relaxed around his family.’ For some reason Blaine was trying really hard to hold onto this line of thought. It was as if he knew it was going somewhere, and it was somewhere important. So Blaine gritted his teeth in concentration, not even knowing why. Despite his fight with Burt when they had first arrived, Blaine could tell that Kurt really loved his dad. Sometimes, when Kurt thought nobody was looking, Blaine had identified flashes of guilt passing through Kurt’s eyes when he looked at Burt.

Blaine’s head pushed back against the pillows as Kurt sucked him, and Blaine’s hands found themselves tugging at Kurt’s hair, the soft moan he elicited in response momentarily distracting him.

He licked his lips, focusing again. Why was he thinking so hard while this sex god was giving him his attention? That was just it, though. Kurt was comfortable with this, he knew. Kurt had no problem showing Blaine that he was comfortable with being physical, dominant, much to Blaine’s turn on, yet simultaneously giving. But Blaine had noticed the glances Kurt had given him that time they were cuddled in blankets at opposing ends of the couch, watching Finn and Burt fight over the remote. It had been dark, and Blaine knew that Kurt thought nobody was looking at him stare at Blaine with a little smile and a softness that made Blaine fidget in his seat. It had happened more and more often, every time Blaine looked up to meet Kurt’s gaze, Kurt’s walls went crashing up or he simply looked away. The more often it happened, the angrier it made Blaine.

Blaine knew Kurt had feelings for him, and he’d been given plenty of time to think it over. He wanted to rip those walls down every time he saw the shift, and he actually found himself longing for the moment when Kurt would look him straight in the eyes, proudly, without the need to reach for sexual or nonchalant, even if relaxed, cover up. “Blaine…” Kurt moaned around him, the breath and vibration of his own name engulfing him as his mind went blank at the thought and he gripped his fingers into Kurt’s hair.

He was going to convince Kurt to be his boyfriend. Not just this sex god, but his boyfriend. New Year was coming, and this is what Blaine wanted to make sure he had before then. Blaine smiled down, his eyes half lidded, certain that it’s what the boy between him must want, too. And if not, there were always ways to convince Kurt. And once Blaine set his mind on something, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to get it.

‘That’s that,’ he thought as he allowed his body to finally push away the grip of his brain and take over for him to shiver along with Kurt. His Kurt.