Everything became ten times more awkward for me after the phone call. I didn't allow myself to even glance at Blaine's side of the car for a good hour. I broke the silence around 1:30 AM and asked Blaine if he could take over driving, despite the fact that it probably wouldn't have been deemed okay by Jackie. He agreed, of course, happily climbing over to the driver's seat as I went around the car.

"I miss this." he said, after he had been driving for a good five minutes. I glanced over at him from where I was slouching in the seat, trying to get comfortable.

"What?"

"Driving."

"Oh." A wave of drowsiness came over me as I tucked my arm under my head, leaning against the side of the car. "Just don't drive off the road."

"Yes, because that sounds like a fun thing to do."

I didn't respond, opting to just stare out my window and watch the moon flicker through the passing trees.

"Are you excited to go back home?"

"Of course I am." There was another few minutes filled with nothing but the sound of the engine as he drove.

"We should probably get to know more about each other." he said, I could tell that he was trying to put an end to the awkward silences. "You know, since we're supposed to be in a serious relationship and all."

"A serious relationship." I echoed. "Is that what this is?"

"Well we have been dating for over a month." Blaine said playfully as he looked over at me.

"Okay, how about this?" I sat up in my seat. "You ask me a question, I answer it, and then you answer the same question. So on and so forth."

"Sounds fair enough." Blaine was silent for a moment while he thought. "Have you lived in Lima your whole life?"

"Yes, straight from birth." I replied. "I've lived in a few different houses in the area, but always in Lima. How about you?"

"My family moved from Virginia to Westerville when I was five."

"Did you like it?"

"Westerville?" I nodded. "Um, yes. I did. I had some really great friends at school who were like brothers to me."

I tried to imagine Blaine with a bunch of friends hanging out at the movies or something. The more I thought about it, the more I began to wonder how they could allow him to be living on the streets of New York at the age of 22. That is, if they know about it.

"What about you?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Well, no. I hated Lima. I was dying to get out. The only reason I was able to get through it was because of my high school Glee club."

"You were in a Glee club?"

"Yes, yes I was."

Blaine began to smile, I could practically hear what was going through his head.

"Before you go judging me, we were actually pretty good. We made tenth place at nationals in my senior year."

"Who said I was judging you?" he asked.

"You were smiling."

"I'm not allowed to smile?"

"No, no you're not." I told him with a grin.

"Well, for the record, I was not judging you."

"Whatever you say." I shifted around in the seat so that I was curled towards the driver's seat instead of the window, watching Blaine as he drove. "What is your favorite food?"

"French Toast."

"French Toast..." I echoed thoughtfully, "that's a good one."

"What about you?"

"Red velvet cake...and Nutella."

"And Nutella?"

"Well not actually on the cake, no, like as in separate foods. Nutella on toast is purely marvelous."

"So if we had French Toast with Nutella on it, what would happen?"

"Well I think the two foods would have no choice but to start a fake relationship with each other, obviously."

"Of course, right after the French Toast blackmails the lonely Nutella into bringing him home with him." Blaine continued.

"French Toast is freaking crazy." I murmured, smiling when I heard Blaine's laughter fill the car.

At 3:23 AM we finally reached Lima. I turned off the GPS and directed Blaine through the roads, telling him where to turn. There was a comforting and almost warm feeling of being home that spread through me as we passed the familiar houses and buildings.

"This is it!" I said excitedly as we pulled onto my street.

My cheerfulness about being home overwhelmed the sleepiness, causing me to bounce a little in my seat as Blaine pulled into the driveway. As soon as he turned off the car, I looked up to see the front door opening. Burt walked onto the porch, pulling on his coat while he closed the door behind him.

I immediately unbuckled my seat belt, opening the passenger door and hurrying out of the car. "Dad!" I yelped as I rushed forward, my feet hitting the crunchy snow. We met in the middle of the lawn, Burt pulling me in for a huge hug. I closed my eyes and reveled in the embrace of my father, who I had missed so much. If there was one thing that I absolutely hated about living in New York, it was that I wasn't able to see my dad.

"I've missed you, Bud."

"I missed you too Dad."

I heard the sound of a car door close behind me as we pulled apart. Blaine walked over a bit awkwardly, putting his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

"You must be Blaine." Burt said, studying my 'boyfriend'.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Hummel." Blaine replied, reaching his hand out to shake my dad's gloved one.

"Call me Burt." He looked at the car behind Blaine. "That your car?"

"No, dad, that's my friend Jackie's car. She let us borrow it for the trip down here. Blaine insisted on taking over the driving a couple of hours ago so that I could get some rest."

Now was as good a time as any to start the big illusion, so I moved to stand close to Blaine. He responded almost automatically, reaching his hand down and interlacing his fingers with mine at his side.

"Well that's very thoughtful of you, Blaine." Burt said, nodding towards him and eyeing our clasped hands. I yelped internally as I felt Blaine's thumb rub the side of my palm. Good god, it's going to take some time to get used to this. "C'mon, let's get you guys inside. It's freezing out here."

I couldn't help the bright smile that was on my face as we walked through the front door, the familiar smell of home engulfing my senses, taking off my jacket as we stood in the hallway.

"Have you been up this whole time?" I asked, noticing that the TV was on in the living room.

"Well yeah, my son was coming home. I wanted to wait for him."

"Aww, Dad, you didn't have to do that."

"Don't worry about it." Burt replied, turning back for the door again. "Blaine, do you want to help me with the luggage?"

Blaine reached a hand out to stop my dad from opening the door. "Oh, no, I'll take care of it Mr. Hum...Burt."

"You sure? It'll take two minutes."

"I'm positive, you've already stayed up half the night, and I'd feel terrible if I let you carry my bags too."

"Go to bed, Dad." I chimed in, gently pushing him upstairs. "Blaine and I will be fine. Say hello to Carol for me?"

"Sure thing, Kurt." he said as he gave in, softly patting up the stairwell. "It's nice to meet you, Blaine."

"You too, Mr. Hummel-I mean Burt."

"I'll see you two in the morning. And oh," he said, turning around. "No monkey business."

Why does everyone think that I'm going to jump Blaine's bones as soon as I'm alone with him? I cackled a bit at his words, taking a moment to cough and compose myself.

"Right, yes. Of course."

I motioned for Blaine to come with me down the hall, towards the basement steps. As soon as we made it to my old bedroom, Blaine burst into a fit of silent giggles.

"Monkey business." He repeated amusedly.

"Oh shut up and get our stuff."

Blaine left the room and I decided to look through my old clothes for some pajamas. I pulled out a pair of pink pants that Rachel had got me about three years ago out of my dresser, smiling as I remembered her forcing me to put them on at one of our sleepovers.

"They're cute!" Rachel said.

"Where the hell did you even get these, 'Limited Too'?"

"...well yeah, that's where I get all my clothing."

I gaped at her, letting the hand that held the pink pajama pants fall to my side. "Suddenly, it all makes sense."

"Just give them a chance Kurt. I mean look at them, they're so soft."

I gave them another look, gasping in horror when I saw jewels on the butt in the shape of a monkey.

"What?"

"Just because I'm gay, doesn't mean I'm willing to wear anything that's bejeweled."

I snapped out of my reminiscence, a fun idea popping into my head. I laid the pink pajama pants on the bed and pulled out a normal pair of black yoga pants, changing into them before Blaine got back. I had just pulled my shirt off a moment before he walked in. He stood in the doorway, shopping bags in his hands and my two suitcases slung over his shoulders. I could feel his eyes on me as I rummaged through my dresser, searching for a shirt.

By the time I had a tank top on; I turned my head to find that he was still in the doorway, blatantly staring at my ass.

"May I help you?"

Blaine snapped his gaze off of my rear, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he dropped the bags and suitcases on the ground. "Yeah, I was um...nice room." he mumbled.

"Right." I said cynically as I walked towards him slowly, raising an eyebrow and studying his reaction. He swallowed as he watched me move closer, a look of uncertainty in his eye - his feet glued to the spot where he was standing. I stopping in front of him, reveling in the way that he seemed to be holding his breath, before smirking and bending down to zip open my suitcase. I swear I could hear a slight whimper come out of him as I grabbed my small toiletry case, my ass perched into the air as I closed the suitcase again.

He let out a breath of air and finally moved from where he was standing, going to the other side of the room to sit tentatively on my bed.

"I didn't know you were gay." I said as I pulled small bottles of moisturizer out of the toiletry case and onto my vanity.

"What?" He let out a baffled chuckle, furrowing his brow as he turned to look at my reflection.

"You never told me you were gay."

"I didn't think I had to."

"So you didn't want me to know?" I inquired, more as a statement than a question.

"No...it just never came up. What brings the sudden realization that I'm gay?"

"Well, you seemed very fixated on my ass about forty-five seconds ago."

"Okay, yes, I'm gay." Blaine replied, "and most people are generally attracted to 'ass' when it's presented to them."

"I did not present my ass to you!"

"Oh yes," Blaine said, in mock impersonation. "Let me just subtly take my shirt off to reveal my toned dancer body to you as soon as you walk in the room and then bend over - with the speed of a fucking snail - two inches away from you so I can get to my toiletry bag."

"Oh shut up," I spat back, "you loved every second of it."

"Yes, just like you enjoyed every second of cutting my hair."

"What?"

"Hah! Not so innocent now, are you Hummel?"

I grunted in frustration, picking up the pink pants from the bed and throwing them at him. "Put your pajamas on so we can go to sleep."

"Fuzzy pink monkey pants, Kurt?"

"Yeah...well...Last time I checked, the purpose of clothes was to cover your body and keep you warm. Fashion isn't that essential, Blaine." I mimicked him as I grabbed my bottles of moisturizer and gathered them in my arms, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door before he could respond. A smile fought its way onto my face as I began my moisturizing routine. The money I would pay to see the look on his face right now.

Ten minutes later I was finally ready to go to bed. When I walked back into my bedroom, Blaine was under my covers, hugging a pillow as he tried to sleep with the light on.

"Are you actually wearing the pants?"

"My master gave me clothes, so I'm wearing the clothes."

"Master?"

"It's four-o-clock in the morning. You shouldn't take anything I do seriously." he muttered, his eyes closed.

I turned off the lights and walked towards the bed, getting under the covers. I lied down on my back, as close to the edge of the bed as possible. I still wasn't very enthusiastic about sleeping next to Blaine. "I can't believe you're actually wearing the pants." I mumbled.

The next thing I knew, an arm was snaking around my waist, pulling me closer to the middle of the bed. "You don't have to sleep like that." I heard Blaine mutter. "I'm not going to let you let me take over the bed."

"My god, just leave it alone, will you?" I said under my breath as I shifted around onto my side, resting my head onto my pillow. I felt Blaine's arm around my waist again, and then my whole back was engulfed in his body heat. I tried to just dismiss the odd position, accepting defeat and just going to sleep. Honestly, I was so damn tired and I just didn't want to argue anymore. But it almost felt too warm. Like, way too warm. What the...?

I turned my head around to look at Blaine. "OH MY GOD!" I yelped, sitting up and scooting away from him.

"What the hell?"

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" I whispered harshly, staring at his naked shoulders in the dark.

"Why are you freaking out?"

"You're not wearing a shirt!"

"...and?"

"And you're not wearing a shirt!"

"Kurt."

"You're not wearing a shiiiiirt. You're shirtless. And you're actually wearing my freaking fuzzy pink pants that Rachel got me, and you're shirtless." I rambled on and on, more for my own sake then for his. I really don't know what I was doing at this point, but I just kept going, spewing out the same fact over and over again.

Blaine began to gently shush me, softly pushing on my chest to get me to lie back down. "Shhhh, Kurt. Sleep. You need sleep."

"...but you're shirtless and I'm not and you're half naked while I'm nowhere near naked..." I mumbled tiredly, my eyes closing while I gave into Blaine's hands pushing me back into the bed.

"Yes, yes Kurt, I'm not wearing a shirt. It's okay. We'll be okay. I don't bite, just please go to sleep." He wrapped his arms around me and I couldn't help but relax in the warmth, turning my body in his direction.

"...and my dad said no monkey business and you were staring at my butt and you smell so good..." It was like subconscious word vomit.

"That's it, c'mon, go to sleep." he whispered.

"...didn't know hobos could smell this good..." I nuzzled my nose into the crook of his neck, letting my hand rest on his chest.

I felt the vibrations of a small laugh in his chest. He shushed me again, rubbing the small of my back with his thumb and that was it. I was out like a light. "Goodnight Kurt."

I woke up to the sound of a vacuum cleaner coming from upstairs. My eyes opened, and the first thing I saw was skin. Not my skin, tanned skin. Well, tanned chest to be exact. I'd been using Blaine's torso as a pillow.

At first I jumped back a little, shocked by the closeness. Then my mind registered the extreme comfort of the position, and I relaxed a little because...this was nice. This was really nice. I've never woken up in someone's arms before. My previous experiences had only ever been one-night-stands, and those usually ended with me (or someone else) fleeing in the middle of the night.

I glanced over at the clock on my dresser. It was 2:04 PM, on December 24th, Christmas Eve. We'd slept for a good ten hours. The vacuum that I heard was probably Carol getting the house ready for the family that was arriving later.

I decided that I should probably get up out of bed and go see if Carol needed any help with the cooking and cleaning. I got up slowly, moving gently out of Blaine's arms and trying not to wake him up. He stirred a bit in his sleep, but didn't open his eyes, instead he hugged the pillow that I formally had my head on, as if it were me. It was a bit endearing, and I couldn't help but smile and watch him get comfortable with the pillow.

I made my way up the basement stairs, walking into the kitchen to where I found Carol hovering over the stove.

"Kurt!" she turned around, taking her apron off and running over to give me a hug. "You're awake! It's so good to see you, Honey."

"It's good to see you too!" I said, squeezing her back. "I've missed you guys."

"We've missed you too, Kurt. Lima isn't quite the same without you."

"Oh, stop it." I looked over at the ingredients scattered around the counter. "Need a hand?"

"I would love some help, yes. I'm making this recipe for homemade 'Penne Alla Vodka' and it's sort of overwhelming." I followed her back to the stove, looking into the pots that were sitting over the blue flame. "I've made it before, but that was only for Burt and I, and I'm tripling the recipe."

"Well I'm happy to help."

She handed me a bulb of garlic to mince while she worked on seasoning a pot roast.

"So how is your Blaine?" She asked with a teasing smile.

"Oh, he's...good. Asleep."

"Yeah?"

"Yep," I mumbled, trying to take the skin off of a clove of garlic and silently that hoping she would change the subject.

"Tell me about him."

"Umm..." Well, he has no permanent residence, he acquires the ability to grow the beard of a mountain man, and he gets along very well with other homeless people. "There's not really anything to tell..."

"Well what's he like? I mean, is he nice - is he strange - is he shy - does he have nice eyes - is he funny - is he handsome,"

I realized that I wasn't going to be able to get out of the conversation, so I went along with it. "Well, for starters, he's short."

"...okay..."

"He's um...yes, he's nice. He's very nice...and polite. He might actually be the most courteous man in New York City."

Carol's eyebrows rose as she nodded her head in approval. "He sounds very dapper. I like it." I smiled as I remembered what Blaine had said the morning I first found him in my apartment. "I've been told that I'm particularly dapper for a homeless guy."

"Yeah, he's dapper in his own special little way."

"Did someone say Blaine Anderson?"

I jumped a little as I heard his voice come from behind me. He stood in the doorway with the pink pants still on his hips, also wearing a white v-neck t-shirt.

Well isn't this is terrible first impression.

"Oh...hey...honey." I said, narrowing my eyes at him while Carol couldn't see my face. Blaine walked over and slid his arm around my waist from behind, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck in passing.

The small romantic gesture completely knocked me off guard and my whole body stiffened as soon as it happened. All I could do was bug my eyes out and try to continue to chop the garlic at a normal rate as Blaine went over to introduce himself. Oh god, I hope that Carol doesn't notice my jumpiness.

"You must be Mrs. Hummel," Blaine said, smiling at Carol as he walked away from me.

"Yes, yes I'm Kurt's stepmom. It's good to finally meet you, Blaine. But please, call me Carol."

"Of course." he responded. "Kurt talks about you guys all the time, it's great to finally see the faces."

Carol smiled appreciatively at that, wiping her hands on a towel next to the sink and turning her attention towards us. "So where did you boys meet?"

"At a bar," Blaine stated, failing to remember that I'm only 20 and I'm sure that my parents wouldn't be fully appreciative of me meeting strange people at bars while I'm underage.

"A sushi bar." I added, just as Carol's brow began to furrow.

"Ohhhh, I see."

"We um...we were set up on a blind date."

"Wow," Carol said. "I've never heard of those things actually working."

Why, Blaine. Why did you have to add that?

"Well, what can you say, we found love in a hopeless place." Blaine said as he walked back over to me with this overly gushy look in his eye, putting his arm around my waist again.

Oh my god.

"Don't know if you could exactly call New York a hopeless place." I murmured, ducking my head.

Carol looked like she was about to say something, but instead she just looked at us like we were the cutest thing in the world. Apparently, Blaine took that as a sign that he should show me more faux-affection, so he attempted to place a kiss in my hair, which didn't really work considering the fact that he's shorter than me.

"Well I have to make a quick trip upstairs, I'll be right back." Carol said before slipping out of the room and into the hallway.

I pulled away from Blaine as soon as she was out of sight, letting the knife fall out of my hand and back on the cutting board.

"Really, Blaine? You used Rihanna to quote our relationship?"

"Hey, I've been trying to keep in touch with the latest music. It was the first thing that popped into my head."

"My god, she's probably going to think that I'm abusive or something."

The guests were supposed to arrive at the house at 7:00 for dinner. Finn and Burt didn't get home till about 6 PM because they were finishing up some last minute things at the garage. Blaine and I had spent the time prior to that helping Carol out with the meal. Everything was coming out great, and I was very excited to eat. I could tell that Blaine was trying his best not to eat any of the food, but I caught him sneaking small cookies and a few green-beans when he thought no one was looking.

Blaine and I went back down to the basement around 5:45 to get ready, since we were still in our pajamas. I let him use the shower in my bathroom while I used the one upstairs. I figured it would be less weird for everyone that way. When I came back downstairs in a bathrobe 45 minutes later, I was very pleased to find that Blaine had dressed himself very nicely. He wore very dark denim jeans, a red dress shirt, and a grey mock-neck sweater over that. However, my satisfaction disappeared when I noticed that he was in front of my vanity, using 'TRESemmè' gel to plaster his hair to his head.

"Oh my god, portion control!" I said, rushing over to the vanity. "How much gel did you use?"

"What? This was the way my dad taught me to do it."

"And who is your father, a clay statue? What the hell, Blaine?" I grabbed a spray water bottle that I kept at my vanity and a towel, doing my best to get as much gel as I could out of his hair.

"You know, you didn't say anything to me when I wore it like this for your show."

"Yes, well you didn't call yourself my boyfriend when you went to see my show either."

"Touché."

"Oh my god, Kurt! You're so grown up!" Aunt Alice cried as soon I opened the door. She stood on our porch, wearing a pretty blue belted dress with her signature leather jacket and black heels. Her dark hair was tied back and she was holding a plate covered in tin foil. She immediately pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, her partner Molly waving enthusiastically behind her.

"Ally, you saw me in August."

"Yes, and I swear you've grown like...an inch or two, or something!"

I laughed as I took the plate from her, stepping aside so she and Molly could walk in.

"Who's this, Kurt?" Alice asked in a high voice.

I turned around to see Blaine walking slowly into the hallway from the living room, his hands in his pockets. "Oh, th-this is my boyfriend."

Both Molly and Alice's eyebrows went up as they gave Blaine a once-over, suddenly both of them were beaming.

"Hi, I'm Blaine." He said with a warm smile, holding out his hand for Alice to shake.

"Oh, honey," Alice eyed his hand, and then outstretched her arms, pulling Blaine in for a sudden hug. "Hummel's don't do handshakes. Okay, maybe Burt does, but I don't."

"Oh, okay." Blaine hugged Alice back before accepting Molly's awaiting (and slightly awkward) embrace.

"I'm Alice, Kurt's aunt. And this is my lover, Molly."

"Let's keep it clean for the kids, Ally." Burt said as he came down the stairs.

"Oh, please, do you see any kids anywhere, Burt?" Alice replied.

"This coming from the woman who just told me that I've grown up so much."

"Key words being grown up, Kurt." She replied.

"How long have you two been together?" Molly asked, the grin on her face bright enough to light a cave.

Blaine and I looked at each other, trying to communicate a comparable answer with our eyes. "About a month," Blaine answered. "...or so...give or take a few weeks."

"Well it looks you've landed yourself a good one, Kurt." Alice said, eyeing Blaine while she took her jacket off. "His sperm would definitely produce some adorable children. Don't you think so, Molly?"

"Oh, yes, definitely." She replied.

I laughed while I looked at Blaine, whose eyes were wide with confusion. "They're in the process of looking for a sperm donor. That's just how they've been talking lately."

He breathed a sigh of relief, no doubt comforted by the fact that he wouldn't be inspected by lesbians in the middle of the night.

"Don't look too comfortable, kid. They might pounce on you when you least expect it." Burt said as he walked down the hallway into the kitchen.

"Don't listen to him," Alice said to Blaine as she passed him to take her plate back from me. "We don't pounce, we have class."

"Although," Molly turned before walking with Alice out of the hallway. "If you're in need of some extra cash, we'd be very interested in your semen."

Blaine sputtered a bit, at a loss for words as he watched them turn the corner. I stood there giggling to myself, very entertained by his bewilderment. If he was actually my boyfriend, I'd be extremely embarrassed. But seeing as he's a blackmailing hobo, I have nothing to lose.

"Hmm," Blaine said thoughtfully, his expression changing from confused to mischievous. "I'll have to think about it."

I laughed again. This night was just too comical. "That's funny. You suggested that you would sell your sperm to my aunts."

"I have no idea why you find this funny."

"What, you're not actually thinking about doing it, are you?" I said, my amused demeanor slowly fading. "Oh my god! You're actually thinking about doing it!"

"Times are tough, Kurt."

"No...just...no."

"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt..." Blaine said with a fake sympathy, "So quick to judge."

I crossed my arms, looking at him incredulously as I realized that he was joking. "You're hilarious, Blaine. Seriously."

"I still have no idea why you find this funny." Blaine smiled as he started to walk away.

"Very funny, really, you should consider stand up. My sides are splitting."

About twenty minutes later my uncle Ben and his wife arrived, along with Finn's grandma. Ben and his wife Marie are owners of a small music shop in West Lima. I used to spend hours in that shop, looking through countless Broadway scores and trying my best to play them on the piano.

Finn's grandmother was kind of the spitting image of a crazy old lady. She reminded me a lot of Madame Foster from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.

Don't judge, that show was the shit.

The only person we were waiting on was Rachel, who was hopefully fashionably late. I say hopefully because her fashion sense in high school was that of a five year old. Hopefully it's improved since then.

The doorbell finally rang, Finn jumping up from his spot on the couch and running to get the door. Surprisingly, he hadn't seemed that invested in Blaine. They barely had two minutes of conversation. Apparently, that was good enough for Finn, so he went back to watching ESPN with Burt.

We all went to the table while Finn greeted Rachel at the door, no doubt kissing each other for a good two minutes afterwards. I had just sat down when I heard Rachel scurry up behind me.

"You must be Blaine!" she said enthusiastically, sticking her hand out for him to shake.

"Um...yes. Hi, it's nice to meet you..."

"Rachel, Rachel Berry. I'm Kurt's best friend."

"Excuse me?" I said, leaning back in my chair to look at her.

"Well, Kurt, you're my best friend."

"It's not my fault that you have the social skills of a killer shark."

"So anyways," she said, turning back to Blaine. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you over the next few days."

"Yes...I um...me too?" Blaine said skeptically. Rachel giggled excitedly, flashing Blaine her most winning smile and moving to sit next to Finn, in the seat beside. Blaine sat down on my other side.

Dinner went by quite normally. The conversation was evenly dispersed throughout the table as we all told each other about what was going on in our lives. Blaine answered questions about his life growing up without hesitation. I honestly didn't know whether they were true or just made up on the spot. Despite the bickering that occurred when we were alone, Blaine was actually being a perfect model boyfriend, complete with love filled glances and random stories about our 'adopted puppy'.

The food was fantastic and by 8:30 we were all stuffed to the brim with pasta, pot roast and garlic bread (with the exception of Rachel, who nibbled on green beans and salad all night). After dinner we went into the living room to open our presents that we got each other. Every year, on Christmas Eve we have a 'Secret Santa' deal worked out so that we don't end up spending tons of money buying gifts for all of the relatives. I had pulled Aunt Molly's name at Thanksgiving, so I got her a Versace handbag, along with a white Alexander McQueen Crepe tail coat. She gasped as soon as she opened it, immediately running towards me and attacking me with the biggest hug I've ever received in my life.

I found out that my Secret Santa had been Uncle Ben when he came into the living room with a giant box. I opened it with anticipation, feeling like a little kid. But, really, who doesn't turn into a little kid when they open large presents? Underneath the wrapping paper was an electric piano keyboard, complete with a stand.

"For your apartment." Uncle Ben said, "So you don't get rusty while you're living in New York." I thanked him over and over again, giving him a hug and shedding a tear or two as I looked at the box. A couple of minutes later Carol came up to me, holding a small gift wrapped in shiny green paper.

"I bought this a couple of days ago, for Blaine." She said as she handed me the gift. "Just so he would have something to open up tonight, you know?"

I looked back at her, surprised. "Um, wow. Thanks, Carol, that's really sweet of you. I'll um...I'll go give it to him now."

Looking around the room, I finally found Blaine in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, watching us open presents with a small smile on his face. The sight made me feel bad for him. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I couldn't spend Christmas with my family. I wondered if he missed them. He has to, I mean, there's no way that someone doesn't miss their family on Christmas.

I walked up to him, catching the smirk that brightened on his face when we made eye contact. "Carol got this for you." I said, handing him the gift.

He looked genuinely shocked, taking the present with caution. I leaned against the other side of the doorframe, watching him.

"Well, go on, open it."

Blaine began to smile as he gently lifted the flaps of the green paper, taking out the small book that was inside. "A rhyming dictionary." he said, with a small laugh. "She got me a rhyming dictionary. She's adorable."

I smiled brightly as I looked at the pocket sized book. "Well, I did tell her that you were a songwriter."

"I can't wait to use it." he said with a smile.

"Kuuuuuurt." Aunt Alice called from the other side of the room.

I snapped my gaze away from Blaine's eyes, looking around the room to find everyone smiling at us. I furrowed my brow in confusion, looking at Blaine and then back to everyone else. "What?"

Molly gently lifted her finger, pointing to the doorway above my head.

Mistletoe.

"Oh," I said simply. Glancing back and forth between Blaine and everyone else in the room.

"Go on, Kurt, kiss em'." Aunt Alice said. "There's no PDA police around here."

I turned towards Blaine, not noticing the smile that was so plainly widening on his face. "Maybe if we just do it really qui-"I whispered, suddenly cut off by his hands cradling my face. He pressed his lips against mine in a gentle, yet assertive kiss. A million butterflies invaded my stomach at once, my eyes closing on their own accord. It was quick though, as if we'd done it a thousand times. It was over in a very short moment. I'm sure it looked very adorable to everyone else in the room, considering the fact that I heard a fair amount of 'Aww's.

Blaine pulled away, smiling at me with an unrecognizable look in his eyes before picking up his book and walking towards Carol. He was completely unfazed.

I stood there, dazed and confused.