“I am so glad to see you,” Blaine murmured in Kurt’s ear.

“I’m glad to see you, too,” Kurt replied quietly, “but we should probably let your mother in before she freezes to death and before Carole–"

“Is the front door open?” Carole yelled from the kitchen. “Close it, we’re not heating the outside!” she shouted, her voice sounding closer this time. “I swear Finn was raised in a barn…” she trailed off as she came into the entryway and saw Blaine and his mother. “I am so sorry,” Carole muttered. “Boys, let Blaine’s mother in.”

“Let’s go to my room,” Kurt told Blaine, who nodded. “We’ll be upstairs. Call us if you need help with dessert.” Carole agreed and Kurt led Blaine up to his room. He could hear Carole talking to Grace quietly and hoped that Blaine would be more willing to talk about this year’s disaster of a holiday meal than last year’s.

“So it was awful?” Kurt asked, once they were in his room with the door cracked. Blaine perched on the end of the bed and sighed.

“Yes, but not in the way you’re probably thinking,” Blaine answered.

“So he didn’t say anything bad?”

“Come here,” Blaine said. Confused, Kurt did as he asked and took a seat next to Blaine on the bed. “You know I love you, right?”

“Blaine, you’re kind of freaking me out here,” Kurt told him. “But yes, I do know that.”

“And you know that I love you regardless if you never make it out of Ohio or if you end up lighting up Broadway, right?”

“Of course I do.” Kurt put a hand on his face and traced Blaine’s cheek gently. “What is this about?”

“My father is supporting our relationship now,” Blaine muttered.

“That’s a good thing, right?” Kurt asked, still surprised and still confused.

“No,” Blaine replied. “He’s only doing it because your dad was elected to Congress and having my name attached to yours only makes the Anderson family look good.”

“What?” Kurt stared at Blaine, his eyes narrowed.

“I know.” Blaine sounded exhausted.

“I don’t think that you’re with me because you’re going to get something out of it,” Kurt reassured him. “People could and probably do say the same thing about me. Who am I compared to you?”

“You’re everything,” Blaine breathed out. “My father sucks and people suck and let’s just forget they exist, okay?”

Kurt frowned, not sure that was the best course to take but not wanting to fight with Blaine after he’d had a rough day already. “Sure.” He decided to change the subject. “So I was thinking we could hit some sales tomorrow, maybe do some ice skating on Saturday. What do you think?”

“It sounds awesome,” Blaine replied, still sounding tired but more enthused.

“Boys, dessert!” Kurt heard Blaine’s mother shout from downstairs.

“Oh, dessert!” Blaine shot up off the bed. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

“I see how it is,” Kurt pouted playfully. Blaine leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to his lips.

“Let’s go,” he said after he pulled away. “If we wait any longer, Finn won’t have left us any.”

Kurt laughed and let Blaine drag him downstairs.

*

“This pie is amazing, Carole,” Blaine complimented.

Carole smiled at him. “Thank you, but Kurt’s the one you should be complimenting. He made it.”

“So you bake, fix cars, sing, and couple probably sew circles around some of the most respected fashion houses in the country. Is there anything you can’t do?”

Kurt grinned. “I’m a man of many talents, Blaine Anderson, and don’t you forget it.”

“Never,” Blaine vowed in a teasing tone. Talk turned to Burt and Kurt’s respective campaigns and each of them spent a moment updating on their progress in implementing new policies now that they’d been elected. The conversation then turned to Christmas and Blaine’s time off from work. Rachel, who’d shown up while he and Blaine had been upstairs, was on her best behavior this time, Kurt having warned her about asking Blaine too many questions about Dalton.

Before Kurt knew it, dessert was wrapping up and Carole and Grace were starting to clear the table.

“Wait,” Blaine said, picking up his phone. Kurt groaned.

“One day, Blaine, you’re gonna drive those fangirls over the edge.”

Still, he laughed when Blaine tweeted a picture of his empty dessert plate.

*

@KurtHummel is the best piemaker I know.
@BlaineAnderson

Awwwww.

Adorable boys are adorable.

Kurt can bake? Damn, he really is perfect.
#Happy Sigh

Hey. Wait. I know that china pattern. It looks familiar.

OMG. You guys. Look at this pic from last Christmas. Remember when Blaine tweeted about Christmas dinner? IT’S THE SAME CHINA PATTERN.

#crying because my real life OTP spent last Christmas together #crying because Tumblr CSI is fucking awesome

*

“Blaine, wake up!” Kurt hissed. Blaine snorted in his sleep. “Blaine!”

“What?” Blaine opened one bleary eye to see a fully dressed Kurt kneeling next on the floor next to the couch he was sleeping on. He sighed. “Oh, yeah.”

He’d thought for a moment that Kurt was waking him up as part of a plan to sneak him upstairs and get naked – and then he remembered that it was the day after Thanksgiving and that they were going shopping with Santana and Brittany.

“You’ve got thirty minutes to get ready,” Kurt murmured. “Coffee’s brewing. I’m heading out to start up the car.” Blaine nodded, rubbing a hand over his face. “Let’s go, Blaine!” Kurt encouraged. Blaine fought back a groan. He loved shopping, but somehow he had a feeling that today was going to be a nightmare.

*

Blaine was thoroughly impressed. Kurt had cut a swath through the Lima Mall and hit every Black Friday sale he’d had his eye on. Santana was just as fierce and together they were a force to be reckoned with. They stopped for a quick lunch break, Kurt and Brittany going up to the lines to order for them while Blaine and Santana found and fought off others for a table. They’d seen a few photographers milling about but they were easy enough to evade.

“So, Blainers,” Santana said, smiling at him.

“Yes?” Blaine asked, feeling wary.

“You still owe me something,” she answered, looking coy.

“I do,” Blaine agreed softly.

“Here’s the deal, short stack,” Santana began. “Brittany wants to see Dalton.”

“You mean the set?”

“Sort of,” Santana replied. “She thinks Dalton is a real school and she wants to go there.”

“You know that it’s not real, Santana,” Blaine pointed out.

“I’ve told her,” Santana explained, “and she seems to get it, but she still wants to go see it.”

“So basically, you’re asking me to fly you two out to LA and give you a set tour.”

“Sure,” Santana agreed. Blaine groaned internally. He should have known that getting Santana to help him with Kurt’s rally was a bad idea.

“Fine, I’ll see what I can do.”

“You do that.” Santana look smug as Kurt and Brittany returned to the table with trays of food.

*

“I am worn out,” Kurt flopped on his bed. “I am officially done Christmas shopping though.” Between hitting nearly every store in the mall and ditching paparazzi, they had had a long day.

“Same and same,” Blaine exhaled, flopping down next to him. “I feel like I walked a million miles today.”

“I’m never moving again,” Kurt murmured.

“We do have to eat dinner at some point,” Blaine reminded him.

“You can bring me up a tray,” Kurt replied, his eyes closed.

“I don’t think so,” Blaine laughed. “If I’m going downstairs, you’re coming downstairs.” Blaine poked him in the side and Kurt jerked.

“Hey!” he whined. Blaine laughed and did it again. Kurt cracked an eyelid. “That’s it, Anderson. It’s on now.”

Blaine only had a second before he knew what Kurt meant. His hands descended on Blaine’s sides, fingers dancing along Blaine’s ribs.

“Ah!” Blaine exclaimed, laughing again. “No, stop!”

Kurt kept up, tickling him as Blaine tried to fight him of. He was laughing to hard at that point, his and Kurt’s arms and legs tangling as they battled it out. Blaine made sure he gave as good as he got, until both of them were breathing and red faced. They locked eyes and Kurt paused.

“I give,” Blaine murmured, letting Kurt pin his arms to the mattress. Kurt leaned down and kissed him, a light brush of his mouth against Blaine’s lips. Blaine let out a whine and Kurt smiled. He kissed Blaine again and again, but with light gently presses. “Tease,” Blaine mumbled against his lips.

“You love it,” Kurt told him. Given the way that desire had flamed through his veins and the fact that Kurt was currently resting his thigh against Blaine’s very hard cock, Blaine knew there was no denying it. Kurt kissed his way along Blaine’s jaw and Blaine turned his head giving Kurt better access. He was infinitely glad that they had gotten back early, that Kurt’s parents were out for the afternoon with his mother and that Finn was at Rachel’s, because if they had to stop right now…

It wasn’t often that Kurt initiated things (usually it was Blaine), so he was content to go with the flow and let Kurt do what he wanted. Apparently Kurt wanted to take his time. He ran his tongue along Blaine’s neck, making him shiver before inhaling deeply and locking his mouth down onto Blaine’s barely exposed collarbone. Blaine made a noise low in his throat, his back arching up. Kurt just hummed in delight and sucked harder. He finally pulled away, locking eyes with Blaine and smiling shyly, his thumb running over the red mark he’d left on Blaine.

Blaine was sure he looked a sight. Kurt shifted so that he was straddling Blaine’s lap and Blaine immediately put his hands on Kurt’s hips. Kurt slipped his hands under the edge of Blaine’s shirt, slowly raising it up before finally lifting it off over Blaine’s head. His fingers danced along Blaine’s chest, making him tremble with anticipation. He had no idea what Kurt was going to do next. It didn’t matter. Blaine was pretty sure he’d let Kurt do just about whatever he wanted to him.

Kurt’s fingers found his nipple and rubbed around it gently. Blaine jerked his hips upward against Kurt and they both moaned. He was so hard he ached. Kurt seemed unaffected by the whole thing - though Blaine could see the outline of his cock through his jeans and knew he wasn’t as calm as he was pretending to be. Kurt repeated the same actions with his other nipple before moving off Blaine and unfastening the button on Blaine’s jeans. Kurt pulled them off along with Blaine’s underwear and suddenly he was very, very naked.

He leaned up and grabbed Kurt’s arm, tugging him down to kiss him. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes,” Blaine muttered against his mouth.

“You know I like my layers,” Kurt gasped as Blaine attacked his neck and his clothes at the same time. Together they maneuvered Kurt’s clothes off until he was naked too. Blaine helped Kurt arrange himself so he was straddling Blaine’s lap a second time, their lips locking together again as Kurt rocked slowly. Blaine shuddered as Kurt moved, feeling a bit on sensation overload. He knew he wouldn’t last and hoped Kurt was close.

“Almost?” Kurt breathed into his ear. Blaine managed a nod. Kurt licked the shell of his ear and then sank his lips back down around the hickey he’d given Blaine earlier. That was all it took for Blaine and he dug his nails into Kurt’s back as he came. Blaine only took a moment to calm down before sliding his hand between him and Kurt and wrapping it around Kurt’s erection. Kurt let out a surprised noise followed by a groan and Blaine couldn’t help but feel smug. Watching Kurt let go and fall apart, knowing he was the only one who got to see him this way, made Blaine feel empowered. He stroked Kurt slowly, drawing it out, but Kurt was too close and it only took another moment for his orgasm to overtake him.

Blaine held him close, kissing him lightly until Kurt pulled away, his nose wrinkled up adorably.

“I think it’s shower time,” he said.

“Together?” Blaine asked, hope in his voice. Kurt chuckled.

“I wish, but our parents will be back soon, and if we go in there together…” he trailed off.

“Got it,” Blaine smiled as he watched Kurt gather his things and disappear into the bathroom with a little wave of his fingers.

*

Kurt scrolled through his Tumblr dash, laughing.

“What’s so funny?” He heard Blaine ask. Kurt turned around to see his boyfriend in just a pair of jeans, his hair wet from the shower. “Also, our parents are downstairs and Carole says dinner’s almost ready.”

Kurt nodded and then gestured toward the computer. “Some Dalton fans are doing this Ustream thing – it’s a livestream and someone’s liveblogging it. They’re talking about fanfiction right now – you probably don’t want to know.” Kurt answered.

“So they just livestream and answer questions?” Blaine clarified.

“Yeah,” Kurt answered, closing out of Tumblr. “Why?”

“We should do that.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Blaine smiled. “I think we should do a livestream.”