“Kurt, wake up, it’s Christmas!”

Kurt groaned and pulled his pillow over the top of his head. “Finn, go away.”

“But, Kurt, didn’t you hear me? It’s Christmas!”

Kurt peered out from under his pillow to see the time. The green lights of his digital clock happily in formed him that it was 6.53 am. Normally, he wouldn’t care about being up that early. In fact, Kurt was usually awake at 6.30 am most weekdays to get ready for his classes but it was winter break. That automatically meant he got to sleep in at least until 7.00 am.

Apparently not on Christmas, though.

Kurt should have known better. It wasn’t his first Christmas with Finn in his life but after the stress of midterms, Kurt just wanted to relax as much as he could during the break. Especially since it was highly unlikely that he would be seeing Blaine at all.

“Kurt,” Finn whined. “Aren’t you going to get up and see what you got?”

Kurt groaned and threw his pillow at his step brother. “I’m up.”

He slipped out of bed and pulled his dressing gown over his black silk pyjamas. He wrapped it tightly around his body and followed Finn down the stairs.

Finn eagerly sat in front of the Christmas tree and Kurt walked straight into the kitchen to put the coffee pot on. If he wanted to function at all, he needed coffee.

“Kurt, Kurt!” Finn called. “You are awesome, dude! Thank you!”

Kurt smiled as he heard Finn’s excited voice. “You’re welcome.”

Suddenly, Kurt found himself with his arms full of his step brother as he hugged him. “I didn’t even know they had Power Rangers on DVD!”

Kurt smiled. “It took me ages to find it but it paid off.”

Kurt had spent weeks searching for online DVD retailers that sold the complete box set of Power Rangers DVDs and he finally found one in Japan after he had enlisted the help of Nick and Jeff. The pair had teased him about it when he said it was for Finn but seeing Finn’s face lit up like that was well worth the search.

“I got you something, too,” Finn said, tone a little shy as he held out a box.

Kurt took the wrapped parcel and set his coffee cup down on the ground next to where he was sitting and he unwrapped his gift. Inside was a gorgeous cashmere scarf and Kurt gushed as he felt the fabric almost running through his fingers like water.

“Finn,” he breathed, this is gorgeous!”

Finn beamed at him. “I knew you’d like it. It’s that soft material you always wear.”

Kurt felt his heart swell with pride. “It’s amazing thank you.”

He reached over and pulled Finn in for another hug. “I’m going to go plan an outfit that I can wear this with today.”

Finn grinned at him and Kurt took the scarf, and his coffee, up to his room to get dressed for the day.

By the time he made it back down the stairs, his parents were up and the sound of presents being opened filled his ears. Kurt smiled and he rejoined his family in front of the tree as they exchanged gifts.

“Kurt, are you making pancakes for breakfast?” Finn asked as he opened another gift.

“Yes, I am,” Kurt replied with a smile. It was the one day a year that Kurt didn’t really mind what he ate. There was going to be turkey later in the day but Finn loved pancakes for breakfast on Christmas morning and it was something easy compared to everything else Kurt usually made on Christmas.

The door bell rang and everyone shared a confused look.

“It’s seven thirty,” Carole said. “Who on Earth is here this early?”

“I’ll get it!” Finn said. “It might be Mercedes.”

Kurt shrugged at his parents as he unwrapped his present from them.

“Dude, you have a parcel,” Finn said, emerging with a large basket in his hands and huge bunch of flowers.

Kurt flushed heavily as he realised everyone was staring at him. “Um, thanks.”

He stood and took the flowers from Finn. Carole immediately took them from him and headed into the kitchen with them.

“Who’s it from?” Burt asked.

“Uh, my boyfriend,” Kurt replied, avoiding his dad’s gaze.

“I want to meet him,” Burt said. “If this mysterious boyfriend of yours is able to get someone to deliver on Christmas day, I want to meet him.”

Kurt nodded. “Okay,” he replied, trying to keep the dread out of his tone.

“Well, what’s in the basket?” Finn asked, looking at it excitedly. “I see Oreos! I call dibs!”

“Finn!” Kurt said, flushing again. “I’m going to take this upstairs to open.”

“But… pancakes,” Finn said, torn.

“I’ll be back down soon; I just want to open this in private.”

Kurt took the basket up the stairs and sat on his bed. He smiled to himself as he peeled the purple cellophane away from the basket as carefully as he could. As he unwrapped his present, Kurt’s mouth dropped open. Not only was there an array of different gifts in the basket, including a box of Kurt’s favourite chocolates, but there was a bound copy of Blaine’s new book that he had been writing. The one he had told Kurt that he wasn’t even close to finishing yet.

He pulled it out and opened the first page to see a note attached to it.

Kurt

I know I told you that this wasn’t anywhere near completion but you have inspired me so much since we met that I’ve been compelled to write every single spare moment that I have.

You’ve opened my eyes in so many ways and opened my heart in so many more.

You’ve moved me to create this story and I want you to be the first one to read it.

It’s dedicated to you.

All my love.

B.

Kurt smiled widely as he turned to the first page of the story and started to read. From the very first line, he was entranced by the story, the protagonist and how it all felt so warm and familiar.

He was so engrossed in the story that he didn’t even hear the knock on the door.

“Kurt?”

Kurt looked up, seeing Finn’s head peeking around the door.

“Pancakes?”

Kurt grinned. “I’ll be right down.”

“Sweet,” Finn said. “So, what did you get?”

Kurt glanced back down at his gift basket. “Just something to help keep me warm this winter.”

“Like a new scarf?” Finn asked.

“Something like that.”

Finn left and Kurt tucked the manuscript into his bed side drawer for later. He left the basket sitting in front of the drawers and headed down the stairs to start on their traditional Christmas breakfast.

After they had finished breakfast, Kurt started preparing the turkey for dinner. He and Carole had spent the previous night getting as much organised as they could. Kurt had stayed up until 1 am baking cookies, nibbles and other things that Finn liked, knowing that their friends would undoubtedly stop by the day after Christmas. Especially Rachel since she didn’t celebrate Christmas as she was Jewish.

Kurt set the timer on the oven once he had put the turkey in it and told Finn under no circumstances was he to go anywhere near the oven lest their dinner be ruined.

When he had a spare moment free, Kurt headed back up to his room to call Blaine.

“I can’t believe you put your manuscript in there!”

Blaine’s laugh sounded like music to Kurt’s ears. “I had to. You were the inspiration behind it, after all.”

“I read the first few pages before Finn came in asking me when I was going to cook breakfast,” Kurt replied. “It’s amazing so far.”

“I’m glad you like it, Kurt, it means a lot to me.”

“By the way, how did you manage to get someone to deliver on Christmas day?” he asked, bewildered.

“I delivered it myself,” Blaine replied simply.

“You did?” Kurt asked in disbelief. “Oh, crap. Finn answered the door, too.”

“I know,” Blaine replied. “He’s really tall. Kind of intimidating but so clueless.”

Kurt snorted softly. “That’s my brother,” he said fondly. “I can’t believe you came here and I didn’t get to see you!”

“I could hear you talking with your dad,” Blaine said. “I’ve missed you so much these last few days.”

“Come see me,” Kurt breathed. “Please?”

“…Kurt, I’d love to but it’s too risky.”

Kurt sighed. “You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I just miss you too.”

“It’s a bit disappointing, isn’t it? Our first Christmas as a couple and we can’t even see each other.”

“I hate this so much,” Kurt said softly. “I just want to be able to see you and give you your present in person.”

“You have something else for me?” Blaine asked, chuckling again. “I thought I got that the other day?”

“You did,” Kurt replied. “But it doesn’t mean that I didn’t want to do it today. Christmas is meant to be magical, Blaine.”

“It is, Kurt. We’re still together even if we’re not physically near each other.”

“It’s not the same.” Kurt sighed and reached into the gift basket for the box of chocolates.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” Blaine said.

“Speaking of promises,” Kurt said, suddenly remembering his conversation he and his dad had earlier. “My dad wants to meet you.”

“What!” Blaine exclaimed.

“Oh. Sorry. Not you, I can’t let him meet you but he wants to meet my boyfriend. I’m going to have to lie to him and someone else to get them to come over and meet my dad, pretending that they’re my boyfriend,” Kurt explained. “It’s going to be ridiculously awkward.”

“Would Jeff do it?” Blaine asked.

Kurt hummed softly in response. “He might… I’ll have to think on it.”

“I have to go. I’m sorry, Kurt,” Blaine said, tone sounding sad over the phone.

“It’s okay. Can I call you later?”

“Of course,” Blaine replied. “Have a great day. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Kurt returned. “Merry Christmas, Blaine.”

“Merry Christmas, Kurt.”

The expression on Nick’s face was one that Kurt had never seen before. He stared at Kurt and Kurt felt himself starting to squirm under the intensity of the stare.

“The scary part is here is that you’re serious,” Nick said eventually.

“Of course I’m serious!” Kurt exclaimed. “I can’t do this with Blaine, Nick, it has to be you.”

“I don’t like this at all, Kurt,” Jeff said. “You’re lying to your dad.”

“I know but this is the only option I have,” Kurt said desperately. “I can’t bring Blaine home with me! He looks like an older guy, then Dad will start asking questions and Blaine, being the sweet guy he is, won’t be able to lie and he’ll say he’s a teacher, which will all lead to my dad discovering that Blaine and I are actually together!”

“I’ll do it.”

“What? Nicky, think about this.”

Nick sighed. “He’s right, Jeff,” he started. “It’s either this or he doesn’t bring anyone home, which will raise more questions.”

“Okay,” Jeff said with a nod. “As long as you know what you’re doing.”

“I do.” Nick leant over and kissed Jeff softly on the lips.

“You have no idea how much this means to me, Nick!” Kurt said, flinging his arms around Nick’s shoulders in a hug. “Be at my house at six tonight and dress nicely. Oh, and pretend you’re in love with me.”

“So, no pressure.”

Kurt gave him a weak smile. “I’ll see you tonight; I have to get some groceries for dinner.”

“Wait, should I bring anything?” Nick asked and he looked up at Kurt.

“Uh,” Kurt paused. “No, I think I’ve got it covered… On second thoughts, if you bring something from the bakery on your way over for dessert, it will save me having to cook it.”

“Okay,” Nick replied with a nod. “I’ll see you at six.”

Kurt gave his two friends a nod and he quickly left the coffee shop, carrying his take away coffee and he headed for his car.

Six o’clock rolled around much faster than Kurt had anticipated and the doorbell rang, followed by Finn calling out that he would get it.

Kurt felt his heart beat faster as he headed into the living room to meet his pseudo boyfriend.

“Hi,” Kurt said a little shyly, smiling at Nick.

“Hey,” Nick replied. “I brought some doughnuts for dessert, I hope that’s okay?”

“Doughnuts?” Finn asked from behind them. “Can I have one?”

“After dinner, Finn,” Kurt replied, looking over his shoulder. “Come in,” he said to Nick, taking the box from him so Nick could take off his coat.

They entered the kitchen a moment later and the moment he set the box of doughnuts down on the counter top, Finn had opened it. Kurt quickly berated him but it was quickly forgotten when his dad stepped into the kitchen.

Kurt felt his heart begin to race again and he took a breath. “Dad, this is Nick,” he started. “Nick, this is my dad, Burt Hummel.”

Burt gazed at Nick before holding out his hand to shake. “I thought you were with that Jeff kid?” he asked, glancing back at Kurt.

“He was,” Kurt said quickly. “They broke up at the start of the semester.”

Nick nodded, giving a tight smile. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr Hummel.”

“And this is my step-mom, Carole,” Kurt said as Carole entered the kitchen.

Nick greeted her warmly and Kurt felt a rush of affection for his friend. He was going to have to make this up to Nick big time.

They sat down for dinner half an hour later and Kurt could feel the gaze of most of his family lingering on he and Nick every few minutes. He and Nick had sat next to each other at the dinner table and everyone made small talk, asking Nick how he liked school, and what he wanted to do when he left.

“I want to be a CIA agent,” Nick said honestly.

“Dude, that’s so cool!” Finn replied immediately. “You could kill people and stuff!”

“Finn, honey, can we not talk about death at the dinner table,” Carole said.

Nick smiled. “I don’t think I’d want to do that,” he replied. “I just want to be a field agent.”

Kurt shot Nick a grateful glance as dinner finished. “Thank you so much,” he whispered to Nick.

Nick just nodded. “I like DS games for my console,” he whispered.

Kurt just grinned. “Deal.”

They all migrated to the living room for dessert. Kurt made everyone a hot chocolate and Carole took the box of doughnuts and some tea plates into the living room too. Kurt made sure that he sat as close to Nick as appropriately possible, letting their thighs touch. He wanted to give off the impression that they were comfortable with each other without trying to make it like he was the boy he had been talking about sex with just a few weeks ago.

Nick was behaving perfectly and Kurt was so glad that he had agreed to do this for him. He knew it couldn’t have been easy for Nick to lie like this either. He was just grateful that he had such good friends.

“We’re going to head up to my room,” Kurt said a while later.

“Door stays open,” Burt replied.

Kurt nodded and he and Nick headed up to his bedroom. Kurt pushed the door over half way and let out a sigh of relief. “This has been good.”

Nick smiled. “Your family is awesome, Kurt,” he replied. “Your dad’s a little scary though.”

“Yeah, he thinks we’re sleeping together,” Kurt said, casually waving a hand in the air.

“What?” Nick exclaimed.

Kurt glared at him. “Keep your voice down!”

“Kurt. Your dad thinks we’re sleeping together. Us! This isn’t cool.”

Kurt sighed. “Sit down,” he said, getting comfortable on the top of his bed. “A few weeks ago, I asked dad about sex and he wanted to know if it was because I had someone special but I said I didn’t. Then, Blaine and I… well, then he sent me this really gorgeous gift basket for Christmas a few days ago and now you’re here…”

Nick let out a soft groan. “Great,” he replied. “That’s why he kept looking at me funny, isn’t it?”

Kurt made a face and nodded. “Afraid so.”

Nick moved to sit down next to Kurt on his bed. “Forget the DS games, I want something bigger. You owe me so much.”

“I know,” Kurt said. “Thank you again. For everything.”

Nick smiled. “What are friends for?”

Kurt gently nudged him with his shoulder and they settled to watch a movie on Kurt’s laptop.

A few hours later, Burt walked in, a frown on his face. They were still in the exact same position they had been before, so Kurt wasn’t sure why his dad was frowning.

“Have you looked outside lately?” Burt asked.

Kurt shook his head. “No… Should I have?”

“Snow storm,” Burt replied, nodding towards Kurt’s bedroom window.

Kurt scrambled off his bed and headed to his window. His mouth dropped open as he saw mostly white layering the street below.

“I have to get home soon,” Nick said as he joined Kurt at the window.

“Sorry, kiddo, but I can’t let you drive in that,” Burt said. “You’ll have to stay the night.”

Kurt’s eyebrows shot up. “Dad! Are you serious?”

“He can sleep on the couch downstairs,” Burt continued. “And I don’t want no funny business. I’ll be getting up to check on you both during the night. Call your parents, Nick, let them know you’re staying here.”

“Okay, sir,” Nick replied with a nod, fishing his phone out of his pocket to phone home.

Burt stayed while he made the call and Kurt shot his dad a worried look.

“They said it’s fine,” Nick said to Burt.

Burt nodded. “I’ll set the couch up for you.”

Burt left and Nick turned to Kurt, a panicked look on his face. “I was supposed to spend the night at Jeff’s…”

“I’m sorry!” Kurt said. “Call him and let him know you got stuck here?”

Nick sighed and pulled his phone out again.

Kurt felt bad for listening in on the conversation but he could tell from Nick’s tone that Jeff was a little upset.

“Lights out in half an hour,” Burt said as he walked passed Kurt’s room again.

“Okay, Dad,” Kurt replied with a nod.

He walked down to the living room with Nick and kept apologising.

“Kurt, it isn’t your fault there’s a storm,” Nick said softly. “Stop apologising.”

“I’ve ruined your night though.”

“There will be other nights, it’s fine.”

“Okay,” Kurt replied begrudgingly.

They said their good nights and Nick hugged Kurt tightly before settling down on the couch to sleep.

“Kiss me.”

“What? No,” Nick said, blinking.

“C’mon, please?” Kurt asked. “I can hear my dad shuffling around upstairs and in about thirty seconds, he’s going to come down the stairs and if you kiss me, just for a few seconds, he’ll believe that we’re a real couple.”

Nick sighed heavily. “I hope you realise this makes you owe me so much.”

“Yes, I know, I know,” Kurt said in a rush. “Just kiss me but not too heavily because I don’t want him to freak out.”

“I’ve got it,” Nick said.

Just as Burt’s footsteps hit the staircase, Nick glanced at Kurt once more before leaning in to kiss him softly.

Kurt felt all kinds of strange kissing one of his best friends. He had only ever kissed Blaine like this before and it was definitely… new. Kurt gently cupped Nick’s face as they kissed softly, standing in front of the coffee pot in the kitchen.

Burt cleared his throat and Kurt and Nick parted, both flushed.

“Dad, hi!”

“Good morning,” Burt said, eyeing them. “Can I get into the coffee?”

Kurt nodded and stepped aside, pulling Nick with him. “Nick is going to head home soon. He has some family things he has to do today.”

“Okay,” Burt replied as he filled his mug. “Drive safely, kiddo.”

“I will, sir,” Nick said. “I’ll call you later, Kurt.”

“Okay,” Kurt replied with a smile. “I’ll walk you out.”

They headed out of the house and to Nick’s car in the drive way.

“Thank you so much again for this, Nicky,” Kurt said once they were at Nick’s car. “You’re an amazing guy.”

Nick grinned and winked at him. “I know.”

Kurt laughed. “I’ll see you at school in a week.”

“That, you will,” Nick replied, getting into his car. “So… When am I breaking up with you?”

Kurt bit his lip. “Give it a few weeks and I’ll tell them that it’s over between us.”

“Okay,” Nick said, starting his car. “You’d better lean in here and pretend to kiss me, I can see Carole looking out at us from the front window.”

Kurt rolled his eyes a little and leant over and pressed a chaste kiss to Nick’s lips. “Drive safely, lover boy.”

Nick chuckled and nodded, reversing out of the drive way with ease.

Kurt sighed and waved him off before heading back inside.

“Oh, Kurt, he’s so lovely,” Carole said as Kurt met her in the living room.

“Yeah, he is,” Kurt said fondly. “I’m making omelettes for breakfast, would you like one?”

“I’d love one,” Carole replied with a smile.

“Shh, someone is going to hear.”

“Let them.”

Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine’s tie and jerked him forwards, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. Blaine’s hands quickly grabbed his hips to steady them as they slipped into Blaine’s office. Blaine paused to lock the door behind them and make sure the blind was drawn before kissing him again hotly.

“Missed you so much,” Kurt whispered against Blaine’s lips as he fumbled to undo the buttons on Blaine’s vest.

“Missed you too.”

Kurt shrugged out of his blazer and let it fall to the floor. He yanked the last of the buttons open on Blaine’s vest and then immediately started on his shirt, uncaring that they were doing this on school grounds. He hadn’t seen Blaine since the middle of their winter break and he had got back to Dalton late the night before, leaving them with no decent alone time.

Blaine’s mouth was hot against his own as they undressed each other, leaving their clothes in a rumpled mess on the floor. Normally, Kurt would pause whatever they were doing to neatly fold the clothes, or at least place them so they wouldn’t get wrinkled but he was too far gone to care.

Blaine’s hands quickly plucked open his pants and started pushing them down just as Kurt had pulled Blaine’s shirt off his body, leaving the tie on. Kurt shimmied out of his pants and kicked them to the side. He quickly covered Blaine’s hands with his own as Blaine went to take off his tie.

“Leave it on,” he whispered, kissing Blaine again.

Blaine moaned and pulled him close, roughly kissing him again. Kurt’s hand immediately found its way into Blaine’s hair, letting his fingers slide through the curls.

Kurt breathed in sharply as Blaine kissed his way down his neck, stopping every so often to linger on a sensitive spot. The sound of Kurt’s heavy breathing filled the room as Blaine worked his way down his chest, taking his time to lap and kiss at his skin. Kurt shivered as Blaine’s lips found his nipple and he automatically arched into the touch. He tightened his fingers ever so slightly in Blaine’s hair before Blaine moved on, kissing down his stomach.

Kurt blinked his eyes open when Blaine pulled down his underwear and he let out a strangled moan as Blaine’s lips immediately closed over the head of his cock.

Blaine looked up at him through his eyelashes, and somehow had still managed to keep his glasses on. Kurt found the image extremely hot and couldn’t help but moan his appreciation.

Blaine’s lips slid down over his cock, taking him in inch by inch. Kurt fought every instinct to just thrust into Blaine’s mouth. They hadn’t been together that long and had been sexually intimate even less and he didn’t want to scare Blaine off at all.

Hot sensations that shot through his body as Blaine sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks around him. Kurt looked down at Blaine again and knew that he wasn’t going to last long. Blaine pulled back and tongued the slit of his cock and Kurt shuddered, automatically thrusting into Blaine’s mouth. Blaine moaned around him and Kurt gripped onto the desk behind him until his knuckles turned white.

“Blaine,” he whispered. “So close.”

Blaine hummed again and Kurt felt the warmth in his belly heating up. Blaine’s tongue felt like heaven against him and after a few more particularly harsh licks, Kurt shuddered once more, groaning as he came hard. He had expected Blaine to pull off but he had done the exact opposite, taking him in impossibly far as he swallowed around Kurt.

Kurt collapsed limply against the desk, panting heavily as Blaine moved to stand with him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He pressed kisses into Kurt’s shoulder and up his neck to his ear as Kurt regained control of his breathing.

“You are amazing,” Kurt whispered, turning to face Blaine. “So amazing.”

Blaine smiled softly and kissed Kurt slowly. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, keeping them close. Blaine’s tie tickled his stomach as they shifted together and Kurt smiled, stroking it.

“This tie looks fantastic on you, by the way,” Kurt said between kisses.

Blaine grinned at him. “Thank you,” he replied. “My boyfriend bought it for me.”

“Mmm, he has exceptionally good taste.”

“He does.”

Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine again, slipping his hand between them to take Blaine’s erection in his hand. He started to pump slowly, keeping his gaze on Blaine’s face the entire time. Blaine’s head dropped to rest against his shoulder as Kurt worked him, breath coming in short, little gasps.

Encouraged, Kurt moved his hand a little faster, enjoying the way Blaine’s breath puffed against his neck, the way his body reacted to him and the way that Blaine clung just that little bit too tightly onto his hips.

“K-Kurt,” Blaine groaned, flexing his hips into him.

Kurt gently nudged Blaine’s cheek with his nose until Blaine turned his head so they could kiss. He tightened his grip on Blaine’s cock, pumping a little faster. He knew that Blaine loved it slow but he could tell that he also just wanted to come already.

Blaine’s breath hitched shakily and he came hard over Kurt’s hand a few moments later. Kurt kept moving his hand as Blaine rode out his orgasm. He kissed Blaine softly across his cheek as best as he could while Blaine breathed heavily against his neck.

Kurt lifted his hand and tentatively licked at Blaine’s come that was one of his fingers. He looked at his hand briefly before Blaine groaned and kissed him again.

Kurt let out a surprised noise but kissed back heatedly.

“That was hot,” Blaine whispered. “Watching you do that.”

Kurt flushed heavily. “I just wanted to see what it was like,” he admitted. “Since I haven’t tasted it yet.”

Blaine let out a soft whimper before leaning over and grabbing a tissue. “One day, we’ll be able to explore each other to our heart’s content.”

Kurt smiled shyly. “I hope so.”