Blaine has been pacing since the time he got to Tina's apartment and hasn't stopped since, which was 25 minutes ago. He was having a problem, a really big problem and it can only mean one thing: Kurt's Christmas present.

"Blaine, can you please stop walking around? Your pacing is not helping." Tina commented.

"You telling me to stop pacing is not helping either." Blaine snapped. After a minute, he sighed and said "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap."

"It's alright," Tina stood up, grabbed Blaine on the arm and forced him to sit down. "You need to stop walking and start thinking. And I don't see what the problem is anyway, you've been thinking about this for weeks." Tina pointed out.

"Yeah? Well now I've only got a week left and I'm still gift-less."

Blaine sighed. He had been thinking about Kurt's Christmas present since December started because this will be their first Christmas together (and his first Christmas with someone since Sebastian) but the thing is, it was really hard to think of a good gift for Kurt because—

"He's already got everything!" Blaine whined, burying his face in his hands, frustrated. Tina understood Blaine's viewpoint, of course, seeing as Kurt receives a lot of gifts from both his fans and the industry people themselves.

"What's your main concern anyway?" Tina asked, maybe they could start there.

"Tina, Kurt's a celebrity which means he has everything and the thing he doesn't have would be really expensive which leads me to my main concern: money." Blaine sighed. He'd gladly give Kurt the trench coat he was eyeing online but the problem was he's a normal human being with a limited amount of disposable income.

Tina nodded; they all knew that the reason Blaine was so hard-working is because he needed all the cash he can get. He needed it for his daily needs, to pay his rent, to fly to Ohio when he needs to and for other stuff.

"You can always give him a nice scarf." Tina said, deep in thought. "You told me he loves scarves."

"I would but he already bought a bunch in Ohio. I'd give him Christmas cupcakes but that's our usual thing so it doesn't feel extra special." Blaine said. "I need something different."

Mike walked in as the both of them were silently brainstorming for more ideas. He made his way to the kitchen without making a sound, trying not to disturb the train of thought of the two.

"Hey Mike." Blaine greeted. "You don't need to be quiet, it's your girlfriend's place."

"Hi Blaine." Mike laughed, pouring himself a glass of water. "Anything I can help with?" Mike asked, sitting next to Tina and giving her a kiss.

"Blaine needs ideas for possible Christmas presents." Tina filled him in.

"Awww for us? Shucks Blaine, that's so sweet." Mike fluttered his eyelashes at him, earning him a smack on the arm courtesy of Blaine.

"No, for Kurt." Tina chuckled.

"Oh. Of course." Mike feigned hurt. "Hmm, this might be a good one. Let me share a story to you my children." He cleared his throat, both Tina and Blaine waiting. "Today, in class, one kid had brought her guardian with a video camera to take a video of her while she was dancing. Cindy, the little girl, told us that her mom usually takes her to dance classes but her mom had to leave the city for work until after Christmas. So she's going to record every day of her dance class and give it as a present for her mom." Mike told them. "She's such an angel."

The room was filled with silence and was only broken when Tina gasped.

"Oh my god! Why didn't we think of that?" She said, kissing Mike full on the lips for the story he shared. "The more personalized it is, the better!"

"I'd do the same as she did but I'm afraid you'd get grossed out and punch me in the face." Blaine laughed.

"You know you can kiss me anytime dude." Mike chuckled, puckering up. Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, thank you for that and I just might have a really good idea now." Blaine stood up, walking to the door. "Don't forget our trip on Christmas weekend okay? Thanks guys. Bye!" He said, blowing kisses to them both before disappearing.

His Christmas present for Kurt led Blaine to inviting Kurt for dinner at his apartment on Wednesday night. This would be the first time Kurt would be in his apartment and no matter how much he hated Kurt seeing his small, unworthy-for-a-TV-personality apartment, he needed this to complete his present. He needed everything to be perfect and he had to let go of his insecurities.

At exactly 8 pm, there was a really enthusiastic knock on Blaine's door which means that it was Kurt. Kurt gushed about finally going to Blaine's place over the phone earlier that morning, Blaine wouldn't be surprised if the man cancelled a bunch of his plans that night just to get to Blaine's in time. He took a deep breath before opening the door.

"Hey!" Kurt cheerfully greeted as he threw himself at Blaine, a goofy smile on his face.

"Come on in." Blaine chuckled as he stumbled backwards, holding Kurt in place and balancing himself so as to avoid falling. He kicked the door close and nuzzled his nose in Kurt's neck. "You smell good." He sniffed.

"Stop being creepy." Kurt laughed, pulling away. "Dinner smells better than me." He said as he took notice of the smell in the living room.

"Well then, come on. Let's eat dinner." Blaine smiled, taking Kurt's hand and leading him to his small dining area.

Blaine pulled out a chair for Kurt and the other man politely bowed in reply, amused. Blaine sat on the opposite side of the table and beamed at Kurt.

"This is rare." Kurt started. "You never invite me over for anything. You won't even let me drop you off." He eyed Blaine suspiciously, his face turning from neutral to terrified. "You're going to do something terrible to me, aren't you? You're secretly a member of some underground gang and was hired to kill me aren't you?!"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm planning to do because all underground gang cooks an amazing dinner for their victims first before they kill them. Like a turkey." He said sarcastically.

Kurt threw a corn at Blaine. "Oh come on, you could've played along. My acting was gold!" Kurt said, taking hold of his utensils. Blaine laughed in reply, getting a spoonful of mixed veggies. "But no, really, what's up?" Kurt asked.

Blaine laughed, "Alright you caught me." –Think Blaine—"My mom will be here on Christmas Eve—" I'm proud of you right now good ol' brain.

"You're not going home to Ohio?"

"I'm afraid not. I went home on Thanksgiving, it's my mom's turn to travel. That's just how we are." Blaine saw Kurt pout. "It's alright, we'll Skype. But anyway, I wanted to use you as my taste tester tonight so I don't disappoint my mom on Christmas dinner." Blaine said, not entirely a lie.

"You'll cook all these?" Kurt asked, amazed.

"Yes. So, let's eat?"

And so they did. They constantly talked about their day and Blaine couldn't help but think that they're being very domestic. That maybe one day they'd have a house of their own and they'll take turns on who will be cooking dinner and fool around while washing the dishes then end the day with hot, passionate love in their bedroom.

But it was too early for that. They've been dating for 2 months, don't get carried away Blaine.

"Wow Blaine, that was amazing. I especially liked the lasagna, it's perfect." Kurt commented, wiping his lips on the table napkin once he was finished.

"Well thank you. I'm glad you liked it." Blaine smiled, standing up to fix the table. Kurt motioned to help but Blaine swatted his hands away.

"Ouch! I wanted to help." Kurt frowned.

"No helping. Make yourself comfortable." Blaine said, taking the plates to the sink. "Also, you know that didn't hurt." Blaine stuck his tongue out at him.

Kurt decided to let him be and he couldn't stop his lips so before he knew it, he was saying "Nice ass".

Kurt waited to see how Blaine would react and Blaine didn't disappoint. He wiggled his butt at him while doing the dishes. The pure laughter from Kurt made Blaine want to somersault in happiness. He loves hearing Kurt laugh.

Kurt ended up exploring Blaine's apartment. The decorations and cheery atmosphere at Blaine's place made it feel like home for Kurt. There were different colored lights, tinsel and a little Christmas tree in the living room. It was simple yet very homey.

Blaine's apartment wasn't huge but it was decent; there was a living room (that has no TV) with Blaine's laptop on the coffee table in front of a worn-out sofa, a bedroom, another room, a dining room merged with the kitchen and a bathroom.

Kurt ended up in Blaine's bedroom—curious— especially when he remembered the message Wes sent him that Blaine had posters of him in his room.

Blaine had finished washing the dishes and was drying the last few plates when he heard Kurt say "I personally think I look better now than before."

"What are you ta—?"

Kurt was leaning on the doorframe leading to the kitchen, holding a poster of himself, copying the pose he was doing on said poster. It was an old promotional poster for Sing.

"Oh my god. You broke into my room!" Blaine pointed an accusing finger at him while his free hand covered half of his face, horrified.

"Correction, it was open." Kurt pointed out. "And you said you didn't know me." He teased as he gave him a look that clearly said 'you liar'.

"I didn't. I got that after I met you at the gala." Blaine blushed. "I just like looking at you okay?" He said, walking over to Kurt to get the poster and rolling it up.

"I'm flattered." Kurt said. "What's the other room beside your room?" He asked curiously.

This was Blaine's chance!

"It's the music room. Come on." Blaine smiled, dragging Kurt towards the room with his piano and the guitar in the corner. "This was our piano at home and my mom insisted that I have it here. So we got this apartment because of the extra room for the piano where I can play." Blaine recounted. Kurt ran his hands over the keys and smiled.

"Do you mind playing something for me?" Kurt requested, standing next to the piano, looking down at Blaine who already sat on the piano bench.

"I don't play for free." Blaine replied with a serious tone. "But you don't have to pay, you just have to sing with me." He smiled, discreetly getting his phone out and placing it where Kurt couldn't see it.

"Fair warning, my voice is so angelic that it might scare you off." Kurt raised his eyebrows at him, proud.

"I love a good challenge."

"So, what song?"

Blaine winked at Kurt, hitting the record button on his phone subtly before playing the first few notes of Baby, It's Cold Outside. Kurt's smile grew wide as he recognized the tune and at Blaine's cue, which was a nod in his direction, Kurt sang his heart out to the song.

Blaine realized that he's never heard Kurt sing live before, only on his laptop when he's watching an episode of Sing. And god, Blaine has been missing out. Kurt's voice is indeed angelic in all possible ways that he almost swooned.

He had to keep himself from laughing though as they both flirted back and forth using the song lyrics, with Kurt rolling his eyes at Blaine and acting it all out.

"Ohh baby, it's cold—out—side." They both ended the song in perfect sync, Blaine playing out the last few notes. Kurt was smiling down at him, his eyes crinkling at the sides.

And before he knew it, he was pushing himself off the piano bench, reaching out to hold Kurt's cheek in his hand and molding their lips together in a sweet, soft kiss. Blaine felt an intake of breath from Kurt but everything was a bit blurry and all he could feel was the feeling of Kurt's lips under his own; soft, sweet, warm and pliant. How they fit perfectly with his and how Kurt kissed him back with matching need.

Kissing has never felt this amazing for Blaine.

They pulled away but Blaine didn't open his eyes, his hand still on Kurt's cheeks while the other helps him to balance himself because he couldn't feel his legs. He leaned back on the piano for support, his forehead on Kurt's. He could hear Kurt's breathing, lips still dangerously close together.

"Wow." Kurt breathed out. "Blaine that was…"

"Yeah. Shh." was all Blaine could say before he slams his lips on Kurt's once more because now that he's tasted Kurt, he can't get enough. This time, he was more forceful than timid and Kurt was kissing him back in no time.

Lips drag against lips, Kurt's breath hot on Blaine's mouth and his hands wrapped tightly around Blaine's waist. Blaine found the courage to slide his tongue to lightly caress Kurt's lips, asking for entrance and Kurt obliged. Blaine pulled Kurt impossibly closer, earning a moan that vibrated through their kiss, as their tongues danced together like it was made just for that and dear god Blaine felt like he was on fire.

The way Kurt whimpered against Blaine's lips almost made him go insane and—Christ— Kurt knew how to use those perfect lips of his and it was making him hard.

Blaine swore he could live just by kissing Kurt but all good things must come to an end especially when it's getting hard to breathe.

They pulled away, trying to catch their breathing. Blaine's hand was still in Kurt's hair as he bit his lower lip, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder.

"If this is what dinner is like at your place, I don't mind having dinner here every night." Blaine heard Kurt say, barely above whisper. He laughed silently.

He finally opened his eyes, pulling away to see Kurt looking positively debauched; messy hair, swollen lips and his face was crimson red. He cannot believe that he was responsible for this; it kind of makes him proud.

"God, you look hot." Blaine breathed out, making Kurt blush a little more.

"I always do." Kurt winked. He looked at the clock and realized it was getting late but he didn't want to leave. "Can't I just stay here?" He asked.

"I don't think that's a very good idea." Blaine pursed his lips. His jeans were still tight and Kurt knew exactly what he means.

"You're not alone on that one B." Kurt assured him and it took all of Blaine's willpower to not look down and openly stare at Kurt's crotch. "Can I use your bathroom?" Kurt politely asked, excusing himself.

Blaine took a deep breath before remembering that he was still recording everything. He grabbed his phone and hit stop. Holy shit, he's got to cut a lot in there or he'll be hearing their moans and whimpers in that recording.

Blaine waited for Kurt in the living room and when he emerged, he looked normal again. He walked him over to the door and they stood there for a while.

"This was fun. We'll get to do this again right?" Kurt asked.

"Of course we will. You can't get rid of me now." Blaine smiled fondly at him. He opened the door and Kurt stepped out into the empty hall. "See you on Friday?"

"Yeah. Okay." Kurt responded.

Blaine took a single step forward and gave Kurt a light kiss on the lips, making Kurt purse his lips to try and hide his smile.

They both bid goodbye and once they were both alone, the boys texted their respective best friends.

December 19 (9:45 p.m.)

WESLEY

(9:45 p.m.)

WES

(9:46 p.m.)

WES I KISSED KURT

December 19 (9:49 p.m.)

HALLELUJAH! FINALLY! DISSIMENATE THE INFORMATION!

(9:49 p.m.)

I'm your best man, okay?

December 19 (9:51 p.m.)

Wes, I said KISS, not PROPOSE.

December 19 (9:53 p.m.)

It's gonna happen anyway. :P

December 19 (9:50 p.m.)

Rachel, I may or may not have kissed Blaine Anderson tonight.

(9:52 p.m.)

Alright I DID.

December 19 (9:53 p.m.)

OH MY GOD IT FINALLY HAPPENED. YEEEESSSSSS

December 19 (9:54 p.m.)

Good thing you weren't there to ruin it. :P

December 19 (9:56 p.m.)

I apologized for that already.

(9:56 p.m.)

How was it?

December 19 (9:57 p.m.)

There are no adjectives to describe the way I'm feeling. The English language is insufficient right now.

December 19 (9:57 p.m.)

That's good.

(9:57 p.m.)

I hope this one lasts. ;)

Kurt smiled as he read Rachel's last message and he suddenly remembered what kissing meant for Blaine besides pouring his heart out on it. He remembered their conversation:

"Why?"

"Because once I do, you can be sure that I'm not going to leave you no matter what."

And now he got why Blaine told him "you can't get rid of me now" earlier before he left. He shook his head in amusement; he's not planning to let go of Blaine either.

December 19 (10:00 p.m.)

I think it will.

And he was feeling very positive about that.

Kurt Hummel @KurtHummel

Some nights are just better than the others. Good night. :)