"Mom, can we sing a song now?" Kurt beamed up at his mother after they had opened their presents.

It became a Hummel tradition that Kurt and his mom, Elizabeth, would sing a Christmas song for Burt every Christmas Eve to get more into the spirit. Kurt looked forward to this moment the most because he admires his mother; he loves his mother and he loves performing for his dad.

"Okay sweetie, what do you want to sing this year?" Elizabeth asked, standing next to Kurt and facing Burt who was sitting on the couch, smiling as he stared at the two most important people in his life.

"I want to sing that song that goes…" Then Kurt hummed the tune, unable to remember the title of the song even though he sings it a lot. Elizabeth smiled, nodding at her son.

"Then we'll sing Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas." Elizabeth said, fully enunciating the words so that Kurt would catch it. Kurt nodded, trying to file away the song title in his head. "Is that alright Dad?" She looked at Burt.

"Let's hear it." Burt clapped his hand, excited. Kurt smiled happily.

Kurt sang with his mother sincerely, he was happy. He was happy that they were a happy family and that his mom was singing with him and that his dad was listening with a smile on his face. And that it was snowing and that there were beautiful lights outside their window.

Through the years we all will be together

If the fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

Kurt knew that they will all be together; him, his mom and his dad. They would always be complete and they'd always have a 'merry little Christmas' every year.

He woke up with a jolt, a tear slowly rolling to the side of his right cheek. He sighed, wiping it away. Kurt looked up at his ceiling and then to his vanity mirror where a perfume bottle was beautifully resting.

Maybe I shouldn't have sprayed your perfume before I went to sleep last night.

It was the morning of Christmas Eve and Kurt could already smell the amazing food courtesy of Carole Hudson-Hummel. Kurt shook his head to wake himself up, rolling onto his face and inhaling his pillow before he finally got up to help with preparations.

The first thing he did was to check his phone and sure enough, there are already multiple messages from quite a number of people.

The text that he gave importance to was the one from Blaine, of course.

...

December 24 (8:01 a.m.)

Kurt.

Hey Kurt.

(8:02)

Are you awake?

(8:03)

KUUUUURTTTTTTT

(8:04)

Kurt I'm having Christmas Eve anxiety.

No I'm kidding.

(8:05)

I just miss the snow.

I hate L.A. and its lack of ability to produce snow.

(8:30)

WHY ARE YOU STILL SLEEPING? IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE.

(8:34)

Sorry, I know you need all the sleep you can get

Go sleep some more. Text me. :)

...

December 24 (10:45 a.m.)

Good morning to you too B.

Why were you up so early?

(10:47)

And I see that eggnog finally kicked in. You're bouncy Blaine.

Even in your texts.

(10:50)

Curious, can I open my present now?

...

December 24 (10:51 a.m.)

Morning Kurt.

No, you can't open it yet. Wait until Christmas. A few more hours Kurt. Okay? OKAY.

...

December 24 (10:53 a.m.)

Aww, okay. :(

Oh, also, I don't think we can Skype later Buttman, I'll be busy.

...

December 24 (10:55 a.m.)

Enough with that 'Buttman' thing.

I think Wes broke a rib laughing on the way home yesterday.

(10:56 a.m.)

Oh and that sucks but it's okay. I'll be busy too anyway and I'll be playing a Christmas set at MS&L tonight so…

...

December 24 (10:56 a.m.)

IT'S BECAUSE IT WAS HILARIOUS. You're the only person I know who falls down, ass first, on a snowy ground and leave a perfect butt mark.

Buttman.

...

December 24 (10:57 a.m.)

I'm sorry if I have the perfect butt.

(10:59 a.m.)

Really Kurt?

(11:02 a.m.)

KURT, I can hear you laughing from here and I'm miles away from you.

...

December 24 (11:03 a.m.)

I'm sorry. I can't help it. Mike is a freaking genius.

Alright sorry, I'll stop now.

Good luck on your set! I'll call you tonight?

...

December 24 (11:04 a.m.)

You can't call now?

(11:06 a.m.)

Never mind, my mom's here.

She told me to tell you 'Merry Christmas'.

...

December 24 (11:07 a.m.)

Merry Christmas to her too.

And I also have to go, gotta help with all the crazy here.

Later B!

...

December 24 (11:08 a.m.)

Later Kurt. I miss you!

...

December 24 (11:10 a.m.)

I miss you too my Buttman. Haha. *kissy face*

Kurt did try to sneak in a little time to talk to Blaine but alas, it was crazy in the Hudson-Hummel household on Christmas Eve; what with all the cooking and baking, adding final Christmas decorations and sneaking in Christmas gifts under the tree.

It was pretty busy.

But they got through it just like most of the occasions that happen in the house. So now Kurt found himself sitting on the living room floor by the fireplace next to Finn, with a lap full of Christmas presents.

It was time for the Hudson-Hummel tradition of gift-giving and a constant laughing at how bad they were at Christmas shopping. Kurt got a box of Wrigley's from Finn, a trench coat from Carole and a pair of sunglasses from Burt.

"So, does anyone want to sing a song tonight?" Carole smiled; she knew that it was always a tradition to the Hummels to sing a song on Christmas Eve. Burt looked expectantly at Kurt.

"Let me go first." Finn said.

This was the best thing about their family; even though they're grown-ups, nobody breaks the tradition no matter how cheesy it is for other people. So Finn sang his rendition of White Christmas with Kurt trying to harmonize and succeeding because their voices blend really well together.

Burt and Carole went next, singing an 'okay' rendition of Frosty The Snowman which included a lot of Carole trying to get Burt to sing the right tune. And a lot of ridiculous dancing.

Then came Kurt, he thought for a moment about what he was going to sing and decided that he'd sing Silent Night this year. Kurt saw his father's lips twitch and he knew what that meant; Burt was still waiting for Kurt to sing the song that him and his mother sang on Elizabeth's last Christmas Eve before she died but ever since then, Kurt has never sang it. Or listened to it willingly.

He can't help it; he doesn't think he can deal with the emotional attachment he has with that song. Especially on Christmas Eve.

After their holiday traditions, they all waited for the clock to strike twelve, greeting each other a Merry Christmas once it did and heading off to their respective rooms once they got tired of all the talking.

Kurt ran up to his room and quickly opened the small box that Blaine gave him on the 23rd, before they parted ways at the airport in Colorado. It revealed a hard drive.

Kurt smiled, he had a feeling he knew what this would be.

So he turned on his laptop and plugged it in. There was only one folder in the hard drive entitled "Christmas Playlist"

It was already in order.

1. Introduction

2. Song # 1

3. Song # 2

4. Song # 3

5. Bonus Track :P

He played it and the first thing he heard was Blaine speaking right through his earphones.

"Hey Kurt. If you're listening to this right now then Merry Christmas! If it's not Christmas yet then it means that you cheated and I will never speak to you again."

There was a pause.

"No. I was kidding. I can never do that." Blaine laughed. "I'm sorry I couldn't spend time with you today. But anyway, I don't have a lot of things I can give you this Christmas. I only have my talent and my recorder so I'm going to make use of them and record songs. Yay songs!"

There was a laugh.

"Uhm, what I did was to record two instrumentals in piano and guitar so that you can listen to them anytime if you want to just chill. And one is a surprise and a bonus track with my ugly voice. Yay bonus track!" There was a laugh again. "So, here's my Christmas gift to you. Just imagine that I'm there with you, okay? I hope you like it."

Kurt smiled as the first instrumental started to play.

It was a slow and serene version of All I Want For Christmas, obviously arranged by Blaine himself because Kurt has never heard it played this beautifully on a piano before. Just listening to it relaxes his brain.

The next song in guitar was White Christmas, again arranged by Blaine to sound perfect when played in a guitar. Kurt swears that Blaine is a god when it comes to music. He didn't even realize that he was smiling like an idiot in front of his laptop screen and bobbing his head to the music.

Then there was an interlude before the next song played.

"Oh you'll love this."

Kurt knew that piano intro and he couldn't help but grin. That sneaky Buttman. It was Baby It's Cold Outside. And they sound amazing; he kept in mind that he needed to show this to someone in the music industry.

The bonus track came next and there was another intermission.

"Okay, uhm, this song means a lot to me because my mom loves it. So, I hope you'll like it too."

Kurt listened in, trying to identify the piano intro and then Blaine started singing—

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

From now on our troubles will be out of sight

And for the first time in 17 years, Kurt had listened to the song willingly, unable to remove his earphones as he just sat there, staring in the distance.

In his mind, he saw a smile and he could almost hear his mother's voice over Blaine's singing voice. And he inhaled the scent of his mom that still filled his room.

Here we are as in olden days

Happy golden days of yore

Kurt was crying, yes he was until the song ended and once it did, the first thing he did was to dial Blaine's number.

"Oh my god Kurt your Christmas gift to me was–"

But Kurt cut him off with a tearful, "Blaine"

Kurt's voice seemed to have snapped Blaine out of whatever train of thought he had with his sentence and concern filled his tone.

"Kurt, are you crying? Did I do something wrong? You didn't like my gift?" Blaine asked, worried. "Are you okay? I didn't mean for it to make you cry."

"Thank you." Kurt said simply, wiping at his eyes. "Thank you so much." He whispered through the phone. For a moment, Blaine didn't say anything.

"I did something right?" Blaine asked, confused but relieved that Kurt wasn't crying because he was sad. "You're happy?"

"I'm more than happy." Kurt said, the happiness in his tone evident. "Thank you for this Blaine." He repeated.

"You're welcome." Blaine replied. Another pause and then Blaine remembered his first sentence. "But Kurt, oh my god, you bought me a new guitar and a violin. Christ." Blaine said as if he couldn't believe it.

"So you can play me more of your music." Kurt replied honestly. "You're amazing Blaine, have I told you that?" He asked.

"Yes." Blaine smiled. "And you're crazy for dating me and buying me a new guitar and a violin of my own and thinking that I'm amazing, have I told you that?" He said, still completely overwhelmed. He only used to borrow the violin in MS&L and his guitar was his first guitar ever, so this was overwhelming.

"Not really." Kurt laughed through clogged nose. "Merry Christmas Blaine." He said with a smile.

"Merry Christmas Kurt. Thank you for everything." Blaine said. "You're amazing too you know." He said. Kurt smiled.

"See you when I get back." Kurt said before making a kiss sound and hanging up on Blaine who just made a kiss sound back at him.

Kurt transferred the songs to his phone and brought it to bed with him. But first he walked over to where all his pictures were hanged and smiled at the one that had his mom.

"Mom, I can't believe Blaine managed to bring you back into my holiday tradition." He said quietly with a smile, talking to his mother's photograph. "I miss you mom, so much." He sobbed. "You love this song don't you? We both do. So I know you'll love Blaine." Kurt smiled.

Kurt crawled to his bed feeling contented and happy. Blaine had once again managed to pull him back to reality and face his past. He never had the courage to do so, afraid that he'll just break down crying and be depressed but unexpectedly, he didn't. He closed his eyes, smiling as he listened to Blaine's soothing voice over and over again.

It was a merry Christmas indeed.