Later that night, Finn's grandmother roped a bunch of people into going to midnight mass with her at the local Catholic Church. Rachel declared that she would be more than happy to attend, claiming that the exposure to new culture might give her inspiration for a song. I managed to get me and Blaine out of it, saying that we'd do the dishes and clean up. Aunt Alice and Molly planned to head home instead of going to church with everyone, which was perfectly understandable. I walked Finn's grandma to the door, listening to her as she talked.

"Now I want you to be very careful while you're in New York, do you hear me young man?"

"Yes, yes I hear you." I said, giggling to myself because she was just so damn adorable.

"And you," she pointed behind me to where Blaine stood, "you watch over my boy, that city is very dangerous. The place if filled with - with hoodlums, and gang leaders, and organized crime."

"I will make sure that Kurt steers clear of all mafias, you have my word." Blaine replied.

Oh great, lie to Finn's granny why don't you.

We said our goodbye's to Granny and the family, dishing out hug after hug as they went out the door. After a drawn out farewell, the front door was finally clicked shut, leaving Blaine and I in the silent hallway. I sighed, looking over at Blaine for a moment and walked into the dining room. There was a bottle of wine left on the table from dinner. Burt and Carol would usually let Finn and I have a glass with our meal, but Granny was very adamant about the whole 'no drinking under 21 rule'. The last thing we would want to do is lose Granny's approval.

"Do you want something to drink?" I called out to Blaine from the dining room.

"Um, I've been kind of sipping on water the entire night so..."

"No, I mean do you want something to drink." I walked over to him, holding the mostly full bottle and two empty wine glasses. "If we have to clean up we might as well have a little fun, right?"

Blaine hesitated, looking down at his shoes for a moment before smiling. "Right."

I walked back into the dining room, setting the glasses on the table and pouring an appropriate amount in each one. Blaine picked up one of the glasses, cradling it in his palm and sipping it gingerly. I did the same, leaning against the wall and looking at the mess we had to clean up.

"I thought you said you didn't drink." Blaine said.

"Excessively," I responded, pointing a finger out as-a-matter-of-factly. "I meant that I don't drink excessively."

"Ahh, I see. And this is..."

"Casually. This is casual drinking."

"Casual as in two friends enjoying a glass of wine together, casual?"

I tilted my head in puzzlement, taking another sip of wine. "This is...friendship?"

"Well, despite the blackmail and the constant lying to other people, I think we could be considered as two friendly misfits, yes."

I nodded. "Maybe...two terribly misunderstood artists with impeccable style, who just happen to work sort-of well together...with hints of friendliness."

"Yes. Perfect."

We both drank about a glass and a half more before we got to actually cleaning. I cranked up the radio in the kitchen, letting Christmas music play throughout the house as we cleared the table. The alcohol had made me significantly more playful, and I ended up doing weird little dances while carrying plates and bowls from the dining room to the kitchen. An upbeat song like 'Jingle Bell Rock' would come on, and Blaine and I would end up dancing with silverware in our hands, belting the lyrics out.

We eventually got done with the table, moving on to finish things up in the kitchen. Blaine started washing the dishes while I put the leftover food in containers. We kept singing and dancing the whole time, though. The Drifter's version of 'White Christmas' came on at one point, and Blaine belted out the soprano verse at the top of his lungs, leaving me in hysterics. It literally took me a good three minutes to calm down from my laughter.

After I was done putting away the food, I helped Blaine out by drying the dishes. A jazz instrumental of 'Greensleeves' came on the radio. I turned the volume down to ask Blaine a question.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Where were you last Christmas?"

"Last Christmas...I was here, in Ohio."

"In Westerville - with your family?"

Blaine nodded, turning his head to look at me, wondering what I was getting at. "With my family."

"Do they know?"

"What, that I've been living on a sidewalk since August?"

"Um...yeah."

"I really don't know, Kurt." Blaine answered. "And honestly, I'd rather it stay like that."

"Bad relationship?"

"Yes, at least with my parents." Blaine handed me a metal pan to dry, then reached back into the sink to wash another dish. "Did you...How did you come out to your parents? I mean, was it hard?"

"For me it was hard, I guess. I don't think it was that difficult for my dad. He was still single at the time. When I told him, he just said that he already knew and that he loved me."

"Oh," Blaine said. "That's good. You're um...you're really lucky to have a dad like that."

"I know." I replied softly. I leaned against the counter to study him for a moment. "I'm guessing that your parents didn't handle to news quite as well..."

"No, no they did not." Blaine put his hands on the edges of the sink, leaning his weight onto it and letting his head hang down. He looked exhausted at the subject.

"When did you come out?"

"When I was 19. You?"

"15."

Blaine hummed in acknowledgement, turning the sink back on to rinse a pan. Neither of us talked for a couple of minutes, the sound of clanging dishes and running water filling the room.

"Is there any more wine left?" Blaine asked.

"I'll go check."

Blaine and I each drank another glass of wine as we continued to do the dishes. We weren't drunk, but we were definitely more comfortable with each other.

We were comfortably buzzed.

There was one last pot in the sink which contained an excessive amount of baked-on grease and just general shit on it. Blaine was working really hard at scrubbing it, and suddenly he decided to attack the dish with that little water sprayer attached to the sink. It backfired, however, ricocheting tons of water off the side of the pot and landing in Blaine's general vicinity. I giggled as I watched Blaine stiffen, the gross water settling on top of him. Droplets of liquid dripped down from his face and soaked up his shirt, and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Oh this is funny, is it?" he said with closed eyes.

"Mhmm,"

Blaine took hold of the sprayer, turning his body very slowly towards me and lifting the nozzle in my direction. The left corner of his mouth creaked up in amusement. I panicked.

"...Blaine?"

"Yes, Kurt?"

"We're friends, remember?"

"We're misunderstood artists, Kurt," He slowly stepped towards me, lifting the nozzle even higher. "with subtle hints of friendliness."

"Blaine...no...plea-" I was interrupted by the 'tsss'ing of the nozzle. I shut my eyes tight, feeling warm water spray on my face and chest.

"Very funny...now-" *tsss* "Hey! What the-" *tsss* "Blaine! Stop i-" *tssssssssssss* "GODDAMN IT, BLAINE!" I yelled, running forward and trying to grab the sprayer from Blaine. He gripped it tight, twisting his body around so that I couldn't reach it.

The little fucker was laughing.

The fight for the nozzle continued, and I was eventually successful in grabbing it away from him. Of course, as soon as I got a good grip on it I squeezed the handle and sprayed him relentlessly. I started laughing too because, hell, it was fun to spray Blaine. He ran for me, clutching my waist with one hand and trying to grab the hose with the other. I spun around, hoping to deflect him, but I ended up slipping off my feet, due to my wet socks. Blaine and I went tumbling to the ground, the hose dropping somewhere in between us and the sink.

We fell to the floor in a series of thumps. I was on my back and Blaine's face was somewhere near my armpit. We both lay there, panting for a little bit before bursting into a fit of laughter. Our bodies motionless for a good thirty seconds before Blaine started to stir on top of me. He put his knees on either side of my legs, and then reached his hands up to my arms to hold them down.

"What're you doing?" I said through my giggles, watching Blaine's face fill with determination as he tried to hold my resistant body down.

"Making sure you don't get to that hose before I do." He panted, smiling in triumph.

"You're such an idiot" I mumbled, laughing again at the ridiculousness of us being on the kitchen floor. Then I really tried to get up, attempting to wiggle my arms out of his grasp. He wouldn't budge.

Maybe he wasn't such an idiot.

I lifted my head off the ground, looking at our position to find a way to get him off of me. My eyes landed on his ass which was perched in the air since he was on his knees.

Found it.

I lifted my foot up to the back of his ass, pushing him forward so that his knees slid down on the floor. His body collapsed fully on top of mine, and I smiled in victory.

I tried to move again, but then I realized that now it was just harder to now that his full body weight was on top of me. I put my head back down on the floor, ready to accept defeat and raise my white flag. It was then that I realized how close his face was to mine. My eyes landed on his gold orbs and I could feel his breath graze my cheeks. I think he was just starting to realize it as well.

While staring into his eyes and breathing heavily, I waited for something to happen. I wasn't quite sure of what that something was, but I knew that we couldn't stay on the kitchen floor forever. A moment later, Blaine was leaning his head down an inch further. He stopped for a moment, before pressing his lips down on mine.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise, and my fingers flared at my sides. For a moment I was paralyzed, too shocked to move an inch. Then the fact that Blaine was kissing me sank into my brain.

Since when are butterflies able to go beyond the depths of your stomach? It was as if they'd spilled through my lungs, found their way into my bloodstream and filtered through my entire body. I was kissing Blaine back instantly, pushing myself into him and testing that awesome sensation.

It wasn't the same as it was under the mistletoe when he had kissed me. Back in the doorway he was more confident, grabbing my face and leaning close like it was second nature. But here he was more uncertain, as if he didn't know whether I would pull him closer or shove him away.

The kiss turned from something hesitant and curious to needy and hungry in a matter of moments. Blaine's hands wandered from my neck, down my chest, feeling my body under my shirt. Tongue and teeth were quickly mixed in. I could feel myself getting intoxicated with something that was either from the adrenaline or the alcohol. Wherever it was coming from, I wanted more of it.

I pushed on Blaine's shoulder a little, making him slowly lean back. I moved my body with him, not breaking our lips apart but still allowing us to sit up. We sat on the floor, feeling each other's arms and exploring each muscle as we kissed. I didn't know what was happening but god, I didn't want it to stop.

"Downstairs?" I murmured as we came up for air. Blaine stood still, staring at me in shock for all of three seconds before scrambling to his feet and tugging me up with him. We made our way over to the basement door, Blaine stopping to pin me against the wall beside it.

"Downstairs," he confirmed before crashing his lips against mine again. His thighs slotted themselves between my leg as he dove his tongue into my mouth once more. I let an embarrassingly loud grunt out against his lips because...hot damn.

We stumbled down the stairs, trying to get to the bed as quickly as we could but at the same time not wanting to let go of each other. When we reached the bottom step, Blaine hoisted my legs up so they wrapped around his waist. He ran me over to the bed, letting me down and then flopping himself on top of me. Our mouths connected and I lunged my tongue past his lips, feeling around for his tongue and teeth. We battled for a while, and it was a bit messy but just so, so sexy.

Suddenly Blaine leaned back off of me, working the buttons down my shirt and pushing it off my shoulders.

"God," he said, "What are you, Kurt." He let his hands press all along my chest, feeling their way over my abdominals to my shoulders. "What makes you so...so...?"

"Stop talking." I pulled down on the back of his neck, kissing him again and flipping us over so I was on top. I worked on getting his shirt off, which was quite annoying considering he had about three layers on. Plus, we were all wet, which only made our clothes stick to our skin. His chest was finally bare and I took a moment to marvel at him. My mind flashed back to a couple of days ago when I had first seen him get out of the shower.

"How are you this hot? How?" I murmured to myself, while throwing my shirt somewhere at the other side of the room and leaning back over him. Blaine flipped me over again, pinning my arms down and nipping near my ear and down my neck. I writhed underneath him, shivering from the feeling of his tongue, lips, and teeth against my skin.

"Can't share all my secrets, now can I?"

"Yeah," I scoffed while his lips made a journey down to my collarbone and chest. "like you let me in on a lot secrets-Ohh!" Blaine's hand was suddenly over my groin, palming my hard on harshly over my pants. "Oh my - fuck, Blaine."

He unlatched my belt, tugging my wet pants down roughly, and then staring at the tent in my briefs. I could feel a deep blush rise from my neck to my cheeks so I tried to busy myself with getting my pants out from around my ankles. Blaine settled himself between my thighs, nuzzled his face near my abdomen.

I stared down at him, panting and feeling like I was going to combust if something didn't happen soon. He ran his hands up and down my thighs and trailed kisses from my lower stomach down to the tip of my bulge. "Shit, Blaine, please."

"What?" he said, his voice extremely low as he continued to nuzzle his nose into my groin and actually breathe in through the fabric of my briefs. Holy fuck, if that wasn't the most arousing thing I've ever seen.

"God, just...do something."

Blaine let out an amused huff of air and grabbed the waistband of my underwear. I winced as he pulled them off of my hips, my dick catching on the hem before springing back on my stomach. His eyes turned a shade darker as he gazed down at my cock, wrapping his hand around the base and then beginning to move it experimentally.

My head fell back down on the blanket as he started to stroke. Blaine's other hand wandered from my hip, around to my ass, kneading and caressing the tight skin. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm my racing heart and just concentrate on the feeling of his hands on me. They burst open again, however, as I felt something warm and wet leave a stripe up my shaft and settle on the head. A surprised cry escaped my mouth as my cock was suddenly engulfed in soaking heat, my neck straining and rising up from the bed.

Blaine took me on eagerly, bobbing his head and rolling my balls in his hand as if he'd been doing it all his life. Where the hell had he learned all this? I raised my hand to my head and clenched my eyes closed, willing my thoughts away because that was something I really didn't want to think about right now. Blaine started sucking on my head again and my hands twisted in the blankets at my side. My hips started to buck involuntarily, pushing my cock back into his mouth. He held my hips down to the bed with his forearm as he continued my back arching as I felt him start to hum. I was getting so damn close already.

"Fuck!" I gasped as one of Blaine's hands crept between my ass cheeks and a finger ran over my puckered entrance. I felt my hole quiver and even more blood drained down to my groin. I didn't even know that I could be this hard, and my body ached, yearning for release. I could feel the pleasure start to build up as I squirmed underneath him, gripping the blankets even harder and digging the back of my head into the mattress.

He took his mouth off my cock for a moment, stopping to suck along the sides and catch his breath. His finger pressed harder around my entrance, circling the rim with his fingertips. "God, I want to fuck you so bad." I heard him whisper under his breath. I don't think he meant for me to hear it, but I did and now it was all I could think about.

"Do it, please Blaine. I need you. Please, do it." I gasped, widening my legs as I continued to beg. "There's lube in the drawer, please."

Blaine pressed his finger harder against my entrance, almost pushing through the first ring of muscle there. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes please." I moaned. "I want you to fuck me."

Blaine sat up and began to take off his pants. I watched in wonder as the material slid off of his tantalizing hips. Though I would never admit it to anyone, I had imagined him naked quite a few times this week. The fact that I was about to see it was a bit surreal. He removed his boxers off quickly and I craned my neck to take a look at his was honestly everything I hoped - I mean thought - I mean...supposed it would be. It was smooth and long, with just the right amount of thickness and perfectly trimmed. Oh god, it would probably feel so amazing pounding inside of me.

Blaine leaned back down, capturing my lips in quick kiss before reaching for my bedside table. I closed my eyes, listening to him rummage through the drawer and trying to steady my racing heart. My eyes opened again when I heard a second item being dropped on the bed. Looking down, I saw a package of condoms that my aunt Alice had got me as a 'gift' after I graduated high school. I had completely forgotten they were even there, and a small sense of relief flooded through my body.

Blaine clicked the small bottle of lube open, spreading some onto his fingers before settling himself between my thighs. He took a moment to warm it up, and then circled his index finger around my hole, teasing the tight muscle there.

"Please," I whimpered, dying to finally feel at least some part of him in me. He pushed one finger in slowly, making sure my hole was slick enough before going in further. Blaine was definitely taking his time, and I could not freaking stand it. I was a mess, yearning for release. My cock was agonizingly stiff and I'm sure if I got any harder I would have passed out. He pushed another finger along with the first, still pumping at a painfully slow pace. "Blaine, harder. You're not going to break me."

It was like that had set off a switch in Blaine, you could see it in his eyes. All of the sudden, he decided not to hold back. He slammed another finger into my ass, scissoring his fingers and stretching my hole. I grunted at the incredible burn, clenching my jaw and pushing myself into his hands. He quickly followed with a third and fourth finger, watching me as I came undone in front of him. I moaned loudly and shut my eyes, my body jerking as his fingers thrust against my prostate. "Yes, yes!" I panted, "j-just like that, oh god."

Blaine grabbed the box of condoms with his other hand, pulling out a wrapper and tearing it open with his teeth. In an instant his fingers were pulling out of me, putting the condom onto his cock and slathering a generous amount of lube on top. I moaned at the loss of fullness, watching with anticipation as he aligned himself with my hole. Blaine pushed his cock smoothly inside of me, inching his way in and not stopping until his hips touched the bottom of my ass. I laid there breathing heavily, trying to adjust to his thickness and marveling at the feeling of being so damn full.

"Fuck, Kurt. You're so tight."

He reached for a pillow and stuffed it under my lower back, giving him leverage to start moving. He pulled out slightly, and then pushed back in to create a rhythm. I hooked one leg around his side and the other over his shoulder, opening myself up more to him as he slid in and out of me. "God, you feel so good." I spoke, my breath hitching as he drove into me again.

I couldn't help but stare at him while he hovered above me. His hair was damp from water fight in the kitchen, and it clung to his forehead, where a screen of sweat was starting to appear. I could see the muscles of his abs move under the skin as he used them to move back and forth. His lips were parted as he breathed deeply, beginning to pant a little as the pace of his thrusts quickened. They were red and bruised, worn out from kissing and caressing. Kissing me.

Blaine changed his angle slightly, thrusting right into my prostate. "FUCK!" I shouted. "Right there, yes, right there."

Just then he leaned down, gripping my sides and pulling me into a heated kiss as he thrust harder and faster into me. He began to moan into my mouth, snaking and twisting his tongue around mine and I mirrored the action and sounds - unable to stop myself. We continued like this for a while, each of us letting out various grunts of pleasure while Blaine pounded into me. I could feel pressure start to swirl around in my stomach, and I moaned at the pooling sensation.

"Close."

"Me too." He huffed, reaching down between us and grabbing my erection, pumping his hand to match his thrusts. "Shit, Kurt, you're so hot like this."

Blaine seemed to find a way to shove himself even further into me, now hitting my prostate every time. "Harder," I demanded, trying to milk this for everything it was worth. The next thing I knew he slamming his cock in and out of me with all of his strength.

I cried out as I came, his name tumbling off my lips before I could stop myself. Strings of come shot up from my cock, spilling into Blaine's hand and onto my chest.

I was still coming down from my high when Blaine came, still pumping himself into my asshole, several grunts rising from his throat. He slowed down to a stop after he had finished and pulled out, resting his head against my collarbone. I let my leg drop off of his shoulder.

"Wow."

"I know." I replied, staring at the ceiling.

"That was..."

"Amazing."

"Exceptionally amazing."

"Yeah."

Blaine sat up lazily, tying the condom and tossing it in a small trash can near the bed. He plopped himself down beside me, joining me in my very extensive examination of the ceiling tiles. "Merry Christmas."

"What?"

"It's 12:13. Merry Christmas."

"Oh," I replied. "maybe that's why it was so good."

"...the sex?"

"Yes."

"Well then," He bent his legs, pulling the comforter up over us. "this is definitely one Christmas I will never forget." Blaine put his arm around my side just as he did last night, snuggling his head near my shoulder. Except this time, when his body pressed against mine, he was completely naked.

Naked, because we had sex.

"Oh god!" I sat up suddenly, raking my hands through my hair. "We had sex. Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god."

"Again, Kurt, seriously?"

"I just had sex with a homeless person, oh my god. What is wrong with me? We just had sex and we didn't even have to and this was supposed to all be pretend and you fucking kissed me in the kitchen..."

I was rambling again.

"Why do you always decide to have epiphanies when I'm just about to fall asleep?"

"And Burt! We said that there would be no monkey business, and what do we do as soon as we're alone? Screw like freaking monkeys!"

"Shh, Kurt, Sleep. You're supposed to go to sleep. We should be sleeping." He said, shushing me and pressing down on my chest to get me to lie down again.

"I'm a terrible person. I don't deserve wonderful a wonderful father and brilliant sex...I don't deserve sleep."

"I know Kurt, I know." He replied calmly, shushing me again and wrapping his arms around my waist. "But just go to sleep anyway. It'll be my Christmas gift to you."

"And I don't deserve you or your stupid mouth or your stupid body..." My eyes closed on their own accord as I nuzzled my face into the pillow, sleepiness once again taking over my body.

"Please shut up and go to sleep."

"Okay."