Baby, it’s Cold Outside – December 25th, Tuesday

                Kurt woke up early and went to make coffee in the kitchen. A voice came from behind him and made him jump:

                “Already awake?”

                He turned and found Blaine in his pajamas sitting on a chair with a book in hands. The pajamas were thigh which took a little of Kurt’s concentration, but he managed a smile as he answered:

                “You seem to be there for a while. Problems with the air-mattress?”

                “None at all; just a lot in my head… you know, my dad and stuff…”

                Kurt gave him a half smile. He was sad that his friend didn’t get to spend Christmas with his family; however, part of him wished that he was running in Blaine’s mind like the boy was running in his. He shook his head trying to get rid of the silly thought:

                “Speaking of dads, is mine up yet?”

                “Not that I have seen. Kurt, can I give you something?”

                Kurt was surprised by Blaine’s sudden change of subject and by his puppy smile. Kurt looked at him puzzled:

                “What do you mean?”

                “I got you a Christmas present and I want to know if you would keep it.”

                Kurt grinned:

                “That’s so sweet of you; of course I’ll keep it.”

                Blaine smiled widely and half run to his bag to retrieve a package from there. He handled it to Kurt who carefully opened it to find a beautiful blue and gray stripped scarf. Kurt felt the wool between his fingers and stared at it in amazement. Blaine’s eyes were sparkling admiring Kurt’s reaction:

                “I know how much you love scarves and they say New York’s winter can be really cold.”

                Kurt surprised him with a hug:

                “Blaine, I loved it! I feel bad I haven’t got you anything. Actually, I haven’t bought anything to anyone. I’ll get your present and give it to you later this week.”

                “You really don’t need to. You are already opening your house to me.”

                “Still…”

                Kurt stopped his sentence midway because an idea was forming in his mind. It wasn’t probably a good idea; but he couldn’t resist it and just gave himself to the rush of the moment. Kurt walked closer to Blaine keeping eye contact. Blaine swallowed hard noticing Kurt’s intention. Kurt glued his lips to Blaine’s and fireworks started filling both of them.

                Blaine held Kurt by the waist and pulled him closer while Kurt’s hands were wrapping Blaine’s neck. After what seemed forever and no time at all; Kurt broke the kiss with Blaine’s lips still seeking his. They stood breathless staring at each other.

                They heard noise coming from Rachel’s room and walked away, pretending they’ve been busy elsewhere. Burt walked to the kitchen looking drowsy. He smiled at them:

                “Morning boys.”

                Kurt turned with smile that covered his true feelings:

                “Good morning dad; coffee?”

                Burt looked from over-smiley Kurt in front of him to ashamed Blaine on the corner. After a few seconds, he just shook his head and accepted the coffee. Kurt was trying to make small talk:

                “Any plans for today?”

                Burt grinned at him:

                “Seriously? My son doesn’t have it all planned for my first New York visit? Who are you and what have you done to Kurt?”

                Kurt laughed feeling more at ease with his father, who appeared to be oblivious of their former activity, on the room:

                “Well dad, I wanted to live you comfortable to choose for yourself. All I want is to spend the day with you.”

                “If that’s so; I propose we go see the famous New York’s Christmas decorations and look for a nice place for a lunch. What do you say?”

                “Perfect!”

                Burt smiled and turned to Blaine:

                “What about you, kiddo? Care to join us?”

                Blaine started babbling until he saw Kurt nodding encouragingly. He grinned and answered:

                “Sure sir, I’d love to.”

                Kurt clapped his hands:

                “It’s settled then. I’m going to change.”

                Burt excuse himself to go to the bathroom and Blaine took the cue to go after Kurt. He grabbed the latter arms preventing him to enter his bedroom:

                “Kurt…”

                Kurt looked at him with pleading eyes:

                “Blaine, please. I shouldn’t have.”

                Blaine sighed and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and glared at Kurt with moist eyes:

                “I’ll see it as my Christmas present, deal? Merry Christmas?”

                Kurt nodded and politely slicked away from him, ignoring Blaine’s opened arms obviously waiting for a hug. Kurt closed the curtains that separated his bedroom from the rest of the apartment and threw himself back-first at bed. He stayed a few moments staring his ceiling and feeling his new scarf weighting against his chest. He finally sighed and went looking for an outfit that would go with gray and blue.

                While this, Blaine went for a cup of coffee trying to keep his head from the thoughts that would lead to hope and eventually pain from a new heart-broken. He fought his tears with all his strength because he knew perfectly well it was his fault that that would be the last kiss he would ever receive from Kurt. He knew he had screwed up and lost Kurt forever. He should just concentrate on the fact that he had managed to get Kurt back in his life; if he lost that as well he didn’t knew how he would cope. Friends, Blaine! You guys are friends; don’t screw that up as well! His head had done a good job convincing him to give up on hope; but as soon as Kurt walked out of his room wearing the scarf, Blaine’s heart took control all over again and all help broke loose.

                They’ve spent a great day along with Burt as friends; although Blaine’s heart was swelling with love. Kurt had taken them to visit Soho and showed them the cutest little Italian canteen for lunch. It was a day filled with smiles and fondness; they got home at night happy but exhausted. Burt, as usual, excused himself to bed. Blaine thought he saw a wink from him as they hugged goodnight.

                Kurt passed Blaine laying on the living-room in his way from the bathroom to his bedroom. Blaine looked at him from above his book. Kurt smiled:

                “Merry Christmas Blaine.”

                Blaine grinned back:

                “Merry Christmas Kurt.”

                There were a lot of things Blaine wanted to add to his phrase, but he needed to be careful with Kurt. As Kurt disappeared in his room, Blaine rested his book on his chest and ran his finger in his lips trying to recreate the way Kurt’s lips had felt. He knew it was a hopeless mission but he had to try. At least everything kept very fresh in his memory and would be there forever.