No One Else Compares (6/?)
Title: No One Else Compares
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/Rachel siblingship
Summary: Kurt Hummel met Rachel Anderson-Berry his first day of high school. And, if asked, Kurt Hummel would say that no, he never expected her younger brother, Blaine, to ever become his boyfriend.
Go to: Chapter 1
Before Kurt knew it, he was handing in his last exam before Christmas break. Which also meant that he wouldn't have to come back here, or touch another textbook, for two whole weeks.
So when his father picked him up from school that day, Kurt practically flounced to the car, plopping himself in the passenger seat and grinning at his father.
"You're in a good mood," Burt grinned, pulling out of the parking lot. Kurt just nodded and continued to smile, noting a couple of the jocks giving him obscene gestures. He glanced at his dad, who luckily hadn't notice.
"It's almost Christmas," Kurt breathed, relieved that his father hadn't seen what the jocks were doing.
"And you're sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you're seeing Blaine tomorrow?"
Kurt felt himself flushing a little, shooting his dad the look that he gave him every time he said something like that. "It's not like that," Kurt whined. He was actually getting sick of having this conversation. "I've told you that."
Burt chuckled and patted his knee as he pulled into the driveway. "I know," he responded, winking as he hopped out of the car. "It's just fun to tease you, you know?"
Kurt flushed again, silently thanking everything that may be holy that it only took about three minutes to get home. He grabbed his book bag and got out of the car, slowly walking into the house and dropping his bag as soon as he walked in.
He was free. For two weeks, at least. No bullies, no slushies, no looks of disgust or hatred. It was just him and his dad and his friends.
Which would explain why Burt walked into the living room to find Kurt passed out on the couch, clutching a pillow with his head buried into the cushions on the back of the couch.
His kid was growing up, but sometimes he still reminded him of the little boy he used to be.
Kurt grumbled in his sleep, rolling over onto his back and attempting to stretch.
However, that plan failed when he sent himself toppling onto the floor and off the couch. Well, that was one way to wake yourself up.
The first thing he noticed was that it was definitely the morning, meaning that he'd slept from the moment he came home from school till now - whatever time it happened to be.
The second thing was that his stomach was growling very, very loudly. But, really, what did he expect when he was a growing boy who hadn't eaten dinner?
He stood up and quietly padded into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and stretching the stiff muscles in his shoulders. That was the last time that he slept on the couch.
Grumbling a little to himself, he opened the refrigerator, vaguely catching a glimpse of his dad from the corner of his eye. He rummaged around, noting that they had all the ingredients for scrambled eggs.
"Do you want some eggs?" Kurt asked his dad, his voice scratchy with sleep.
"No, I already ate breakfast, but thanks."
Kurt stopped his looking in the fridge, his eyes widening a little.
That was definitely not his father's voice.
He slowly turned around, shutting the fridge as he did so, his eyes shocked and a little cautious as to what he would see. But he knew that voice - it was one he hadn't heard in almost a month.
"Sorry I scared you," Blaine said once Kurt was fully facing him. "Your dad was heading out for work when I arrived, so he told me you were still sleeping and to just make myself comfortable…"
Kurt gulped the lump that had formed in his throat, suddenly realizing that if his dad was at work, that meant that -
"It's already 11 o'clock?" Kurt asked, his voice panicked. "Why didn't you wake me! We were supposed to go Christmas Shopping at 10:30!"
Blaine shrugged and stood up, walking over to Kurt and smiling. "I didn't want to wake you," he said. "You've had a rough time…You needed your sleep."
Kurt nodded and couldn't really argue, because he knew it was true.
"But if you get dressed, we can go now," Blaine said after a few moments.
Kurt nodded and grinned before turning and planning on walking down the stairs to his room.
"Oh, and Kurt?"
Kurt turned to look at Blaine again right as he reached the first step.
"I missed you."
A grin broke out on Kurt's face, and before he knew what he was doing he was striding over to Blaine, throwing his arms around the younger boy's neck and burying his face in his shoulder. Blaine's own arms wrapped around him, holding him tight.
"I missed you, too," Kurt whispered. "It's so hard doing this by myself sometimes."
Blaine sighed and nodded. "I wish you could just come to Dalton," he said. "Everything would be so much easier."
Kurt nodded and released Blaine, backing up a few steps.
Blaine looked like he was about to say something else when his eyes caught site of Kurt's pajamas. Kurt questioningly looked down, thinking that his dad must have put him into his pajamas last night, since he didn't remember doing it.
But of course his dad had put him in a pair that he never wore - refused to wear, actually.
The ones with the fire trucks on the bottoms.
"There's fire trucks on your bottoms," Blaine said, the corners of his lips twitching as he tried to hold back his laughter.
And Kurt had never been more thankful that he was just wearing plain white t-shirt.
"I approve," Blaine added after a moment. "My puppy pajamas and your fire truck ones could have fun together."
Kurt's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open as he stared at Blaine. He wasn't usually one for picking out innuendos, but sometimes realization just hit him and -
"Oh my god!" Blaine cried, covering his face with his hands, his ears slowly turning red. "I didn't mean it like that! I'm an innocent boy, Kurt, I swear!"
Kurt smiled at Blaine, at how defensive he was getting, and then he laughed. A genuine laugh. He hadn't laughed like that in a few months, at least.
"But," Kurt said in between laughs. "Your face Blaine!"
"I didn't mean it like that!" Blaine pleaded, his voice squeaking a little as it rose.
"I know you didn't," Kurt responded, laughter still rifling through him. "But just your reaction. Priceless."
Blaine frowned and shooed him towards his room. "Get dressed and stop making fun of me!" He cried as Kurt descended the stairs.
"Can't help it!" Kurt called back. "You're too easy to make fun of!"
The next few days went by quickly, at least in Kurt's opinion. He helped his dad decorate the house for Christmas - putting up the tree, stringing lights on the outside of the house, wrapping gifts, and making lists of food Kurt would need for their Christmas Eve dinner.
Like usual, it would just be the two of them. But it was what they were used to - it was what they liked.
So when Christmas Eve finally arrived, Kurt was basically a big ball of excitement. The Anderson-Berry's were coming over tomorrow for Christmas day, and they were bringing the turkey, meaning that Kurt only had to prepare side dishes and a few desserts.
As he and his father gathered around the table that night, linking their hands together and saying grace to no one in particular, Kurt realized that, even though sometimes life was harder for him than he'd like, everything was just the way he would want it to be.
"…and thank you for my family," Burt said, his eyes shut as he continued to pray. "Thank you for Kurt, and for just having him be the amazing boy he is."
Kurt smiled at his father, feeling a small flutter in his chest as he realized that he really did just have the best dad anyone could ask for.
"Let's eat," Burt said once he finished. "I'm starving, and smelling this while it cooked all day was torture."
Kurt woke up the next morning to the sound of his father rummaging through the fridge.
"Hey," Kurt chastised as he walked into the kitchen. "I make pancakes on Christmas, remember?"
Burt gave him a deer-in-the-headlights look, slowly closing the refrigerator. "I - I just wasn't sure when you'd be up - and -"
Kurt laughed and shook his head fondly. "Come on, old man," he said, grabbing his father's hand and dragging him into the living room. "I want to give you your present."
He sat him down on the couch, going to grab the small package from under the tree. Smiling shyly, he held it out to Burt, who took it in his hands and gave it a soft shake.
"Just open it."
Burt slowly slid the perfectly creased wrapping paper off of the box, opening the lid and peeling away the tissue paper.
"Kurt -"
"I know it's not much," Kurt went on. "But I just wanted to get you something to thank you for - for always being there for me and -"
Burt set the package down next to him and stood up, wrapping Kurt in his arms tightly.
"I'll always be here for you," he whispered, his voice passionate. "You hear me? I'm not going anywhere."
Kurt nodded and glanced over at the package, thanking that his gift had gone over a lot better than he originally planned.
Who knew a 'World's Best Dad' mug would get that kind of reaction out of Burt?
By the time the Anderson-Berry's arrived later that evening, Kurt had never felt happier in his entire life. He was wearing the dark green scarf his father had given him, knowing that it brought out the faint hints of green in his blue eyes.
"Come in," he heard Burt say from where he was in the kitchen, followed by footsteps. "Kurt's in the kitchen if you want to -"
And then there was the sound of Rachel's shrill squealing, followed by a blur of girl coming towards him as she engulfed him in a hug.
"Merry Christmas!" She cried, planting a small kiss on his cheek and grinning. "Oh my god, Kurt, it smells amazing."
"I made you some meatless items, Ms. Vegan," Kurt said, grinning a little. "So don't worry."
Rachel smiled and hugged him again, Kurt rolling his eyes but hugging her back nonetheless.
He saw Blaine leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, his eyes soft and a smile playing across his lips.
"Rachel," Kurt said, straining to get out of her grasp. "I'm going to say hi to your brother now, so…"
Rachel released him, a small smile forming as she quickly rushed from the kitchen.
Once she had left, Blaine stood upright and walked over to where Kurt was standing, stopping a few feet away.
"Merry Christmas," Kurt whispered as he took in Blaine's appearance. His hair was slicked back, and he was wearing a Christmas, but not disgustingly so, sweater.
"You too." Blaine paused for a moment, taking his hand that had been hiding behind his back, revealing a gift wrapped box. "I got you something."
"We're not exchanging presents until after dinner," Kurt told him.
"I know," Blaine replied. "But I want you to open it now, when it's just us."
Kurt nodded and took the package from him, slowly unwrapping it and setting the wrapping paper on the floor. He slowly lifted the lid, feeling his eyes crease when he saw what was inside.
It was a picture of him and Blaine, lounging on the Anderson-Berry living room floor as they watched the Lion King. Kurt's head was tilted to the side, his eyes crinkled in way that showed him he was laughing at Blaine.
And underneath the picture of them, there were the word 'Courage' in bold, blue letters.
"Blaine -" Kurt started, but he didn't know how to finish the sentence.
"Do you not like it?" Blaine asked anxiously. "Because I can get you something else. I just thought that since you don't have many pictures in your room, and this way I can sort of always be around to help you and -"
"I love it, Blaine," Kurt assured him, smiling up at the younger boy. Wait…up? "Have you grown?"
Blaine grinned and straightened even more. "Yes," he said triumphantly. "Just an inch or so, but I'm taller than you now."
Kurt snorted and shook his head. "Well I still have to have my growth spurt," he told Blaine. "So we'll just have to wait and see."
Blaine laughed along with Kurt.
"I hope that wasn't your growth spurt though," Kurt said after a moment. "Because then you'd be borderline hobbit size."
"Hey!" Blaine whined. "I am not a hobbit. I'm just a little boy."
"A little boy who goes to a fancy private school and is going to be a freshman in high school next year," Kurt replied, nudging Blaine's shoulder a little.
But before Blaine could respond, a shrill squeal came from the doorway. Kurt turned to see Rachel's eyes glowing as she pointed to something on the ceiling.
Kurt felt his heart stop as realization sunk in, slowly turning his head to look at the ceiling.
"How the hell did that get there?" Kurt asked. "I didn't put that there!"
"Language, Kurt!" Burt yelled from the living room.
Kurt scoffed and glared at Rachel, who was practically bouncing with excitement. "You have to!" She squealed. "It's the rules."
"I'm convinced you put it there," Kurt mumbled to himself, shaking his head and finally glancing at Blaine.
"We don't have to," Blaine whispered, his voice soft and tender. "If it makes you uncomfortable -"
Kurt shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat nervously. "I'm okay with it," Kurt said. "She's not going to let us not do it either."
Blaine nodded, and Kurt could see the nervousness radiating off of him.
So he took the initiative. He took a step forward and gently leaned in, pressing his lips softly to Blaine's. He felt Blaine freeze under him for a moment before he started kissing Kurt back, his hand slowly coming up to cup Kurt's cheek.
It sent tingles up his spine, the soft sensations of Blaine's lips on his making his mind go a little hazy.
This is what kissing was like.
This is what kissing boys was like.
His lips moved against Blaine's, the feeling of his hand on his cheek making him a little weak in the knees.
And then the moment was over, and Kurt was pulling away. He looked into Blaine's hazel eyes, which were boring into his own. He felt a blush creeping up his neck and face slowly, knowing that his ears were turning red.
He turned towards were Rachel was standing, planning on giving the girl an 'are you happy now?' look. But he only found an empty doorway.
He sighed and turned back to Blaine, who was equally as red as he was. "At least she had a little tact," Blaine said, his voice quiet and shy.
Kurt nodded and swallowed loudly. "That doesn't change anything between us, right?"
Blaine got a relieved look on his face, letting out a long withheld breath. "No," he smiled. "It doesn't.
Dinner went smoothly, Rachel only shooting them curious glances a few times.
And then they were all gathered under the tree, exchanging presents with one another and laughing and smiling.
"Kurt, we got something that will be useful to you eventually," Hiram said as he handed Kurt a small gift bag. "It's from the both of us."
Kurt grinned and took the tissue paper out of the bag, looking inside. However, it wasn't quite what he was expecting.
Inside the bag was a box of condoms and a bottle of…lube? Kurt didn't even really know what that was, but he assumed it had something to do with…what the condoms were used for.
His eyes wide, he looked up at Rachel's dads, knowing that his face had paled and that he looked panicked.
And then the two broke out into fits of laughter. "We're not telling you to use them now," Leroy laughed. "Just so you're, you know, prepared."
Kurt blushed and ducked his head. Hiram leaned a little closer to him and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, we got Blaine some too."
"What is it?" Burt asked curiously, trying to peer into the bag.
"N-nothing," Kurt stammered, scrunching the bag up tightly. "I-It's nothing."
But Burt grinned at him knowingly.
"What did you get him?" Blaine asked after a few moments. "He looks like he just saw a ghost."
"Not quite," Kurt muttered, causing Blaine to shoot him another curious glance.
"Don't worry, son," Leroy said, smirking at Blaine. "We got you the same thing. You'll find out tonight."
Kurt flushed a little more, laughing as Blaine continued to look confused.
"I don't really know what's going on," Rachel said after a moment, breaking the awkwardness that had formed in the room. "So I'm just going to get another piece of pie."
Kurt woke up to a text from Blaine the next morning.
Oh my god, Kurt, I'm traumatized.
Kurt chuckled and rolled his eyes fondly.
Did they give you the whole 'I don't expect you to use them yet' talk?
My parents are literally the worst ever.
Kurt laughed again, thinking back to the night before.
And that's when it actually hit him.
He had his first kiss last night.
He had his first kiss last night.
His heart fluttered in his chest a little as he remembered Blaine's soft lips on his own, the small intake of breath he'd taken, the way his hazel eyes bore into his own once they broke apart.
Blaine is just your friend, he reminded himself. You're still friends. It didn't change anything. You only did it because of the mistletoe.
That was all it was for now. Friends. I shared kiss under mistletoe.
But it was still a better first kiss then he could ever imagine.
Go to: Chapter 7
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/Rachel siblingship
Summary: Kurt Hummel met Rachel Anderson-Berry his first day of high school. And, if asked, Kurt Hummel would say that no, he never expected her younger brother, Blaine, to ever become his boyfriend.
Go to: Chapter 1
Before Kurt knew it, he was handing in his last exam before Christmas break. Which also meant that he wouldn't have to come back here, or touch another textbook, for two whole weeks.
So when his father picked him up from school that day, Kurt practically flounced to the car, plopping himself in the passenger seat and grinning at his father.
"You're in a good mood," Burt grinned, pulling out of the parking lot. Kurt just nodded and continued to smile, noting a couple of the jocks giving him obscene gestures. He glanced at his dad, who luckily hadn't notice.
"It's almost Christmas," Kurt breathed, relieved that his father hadn't seen what the jocks were doing.
"And you're sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you're seeing Blaine tomorrow?"
Kurt felt himself flushing a little, shooting his dad the look that he gave him every time he said something like that. "It's not like that," Kurt whined. He was actually getting sick of having this conversation. "I've told you that."
Burt chuckled and patted his knee as he pulled into the driveway. "I know," he responded, winking as he hopped out of the car. "It's just fun to tease you, you know?"
Kurt flushed again, silently thanking everything that may be holy that it only took about three minutes to get home. He grabbed his book bag and got out of the car, slowly walking into the house and dropping his bag as soon as he walked in.
He was free. For two weeks, at least. No bullies, no slushies, no looks of disgust or hatred. It was just him and his dad and his friends.
Which would explain why Burt walked into the living room to find Kurt passed out on the couch, clutching a pillow with his head buried into the cushions on the back of the couch.
His kid was growing up, but sometimes he still reminded him of the little boy he used to be.
Kurt grumbled in his sleep, rolling over onto his back and attempting to stretch.
However, that plan failed when he sent himself toppling onto the floor and off the couch. Well, that was one way to wake yourself up.
The first thing he noticed was that it was definitely the morning, meaning that he'd slept from the moment he came home from school till now - whatever time it happened to be.
The second thing was that his stomach was growling very, very loudly. But, really, what did he expect when he was a growing boy who hadn't eaten dinner?
He stood up and quietly padded into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and stretching the stiff muscles in his shoulders. That was the last time that he slept on the couch.
Grumbling a little to himself, he opened the refrigerator, vaguely catching a glimpse of his dad from the corner of his eye. He rummaged around, noting that they had all the ingredients for scrambled eggs.
"Do you want some eggs?" Kurt asked his dad, his voice scratchy with sleep.
"No, I already ate breakfast, but thanks."
Kurt stopped his looking in the fridge, his eyes widening a little.
That was definitely not his father's voice.
He slowly turned around, shutting the fridge as he did so, his eyes shocked and a little cautious as to what he would see. But he knew that voice - it was one he hadn't heard in almost a month.
"Sorry I scared you," Blaine said once Kurt was fully facing him. "Your dad was heading out for work when I arrived, so he told me you were still sleeping and to just make myself comfortable…"
Kurt gulped the lump that had formed in his throat, suddenly realizing that if his dad was at work, that meant that -
"It's already 11 o'clock?" Kurt asked, his voice panicked. "Why didn't you wake me! We were supposed to go Christmas Shopping at 10:30!"
Blaine shrugged and stood up, walking over to Kurt and smiling. "I didn't want to wake you," he said. "You've had a rough time…You needed your sleep."
Kurt nodded and couldn't really argue, because he knew it was true.
"But if you get dressed, we can go now," Blaine said after a few moments.
Kurt nodded and grinned before turning and planning on walking down the stairs to his room.
"Oh, and Kurt?"
Kurt turned to look at Blaine again right as he reached the first step.
"I missed you."
A grin broke out on Kurt's face, and before he knew what he was doing he was striding over to Blaine, throwing his arms around the younger boy's neck and burying his face in his shoulder. Blaine's own arms wrapped around him, holding him tight.
"I missed you, too," Kurt whispered. "It's so hard doing this by myself sometimes."
Blaine sighed and nodded. "I wish you could just come to Dalton," he said. "Everything would be so much easier."
Kurt nodded and released Blaine, backing up a few steps.
Blaine looked like he was about to say something else when his eyes caught site of Kurt's pajamas. Kurt questioningly looked down, thinking that his dad must have put him into his pajamas last night, since he didn't remember doing it.
But of course his dad had put him in a pair that he never wore - refused to wear, actually.
The ones with the fire trucks on the bottoms.
"There's fire trucks on your bottoms," Blaine said, the corners of his lips twitching as he tried to hold back his laughter.
And Kurt had never been more thankful that he was just wearing plain white t-shirt.
"I approve," Blaine added after a moment. "My puppy pajamas and your fire truck ones could have fun together."
Kurt's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open as he stared at Blaine. He wasn't usually one for picking out innuendos, but sometimes realization just hit him and -
"Oh my god!" Blaine cried, covering his face with his hands, his ears slowly turning red. "I didn't mean it like that! I'm an innocent boy, Kurt, I swear!"
Kurt smiled at Blaine, at how defensive he was getting, and then he laughed. A genuine laugh. He hadn't laughed like that in a few months, at least.
"But," Kurt said in between laughs. "Your face Blaine!"
"I didn't mean it like that!" Blaine pleaded, his voice squeaking a little as it rose.
"I know you didn't," Kurt responded, laughter still rifling through him. "But just your reaction. Priceless."
Blaine frowned and shooed him towards his room. "Get dressed and stop making fun of me!" He cried as Kurt descended the stairs.
"Can't help it!" Kurt called back. "You're too easy to make fun of!"
The next few days went by quickly, at least in Kurt's opinion. He helped his dad decorate the house for Christmas - putting up the tree, stringing lights on the outside of the house, wrapping gifts, and making lists of food Kurt would need for their Christmas Eve dinner.
Like usual, it would just be the two of them. But it was what they were used to - it was what they liked.
So when Christmas Eve finally arrived, Kurt was basically a big ball of excitement. The Anderson-Berry's were coming over tomorrow for Christmas day, and they were bringing the turkey, meaning that Kurt only had to prepare side dishes and a few desserts.
As he and his father gathered around the table that night, linking their hands together and saying grace to no one in particular, Kurt realized that, even though sometimes life was harder for him than he'd like, everything was just the way he would want it to be.
"…and thank you for my family," Burt said, his eyes shut as he continued to pray. "Thank you for Kurt, and for just having him be the amazing boy he is."
Kurt smiled at his father, feeling a small flutter in his chest as he realized that he really did just have the best dad anyone could ask for.
"Let's eat," Burt said once he finished. "I'm starving, and smelling this while it cooked all day was torture."
Kurt woke up the next morning to the sound of his father rummaging through the fridge.
"Hey," Kurt chastised as he walked into the kitchen. "I make pancakes on Christmas, remember?"
Burt gave him a deer-in-the-headlights look, slowly closing the refrigerator. "I - I just wasn't sure when you'd be up - and -"
Kurt laughed and shook his head fondly. "Come on, old man," he said, grabbing his father's hand and dragging him into the living room. "I want to give you your present."
He sat him down on the couch, going to grab the small package from under the tree. Smiling shyly, he held it out to Burt, who took it in his hands and gave it a soft shake.
"Just open it."
Burt slowly slid the perfectly creased wrapping paper off of the box, opening the lid and peeling away the tissue paper.
"Kurt -"
"I know it's not much," Kurt went on. "But I just wanted to get you something to thank you for - for always being there for me and -"
Burt set the package down next to him and stood up, wrapping Kurt in his arms tightly.
"I'll always be here for you," he whispered, his voice passionate. "You hear me? I'm not going anywhere."
Kurt nodded and glanced over at the package, thanking that his gift had gone over a lot better than he originally planned.
Who knew a 'World's Best Dad' mug would get that kind of reaction out of Burt?
By the time the Anderson-Berry's arrived later that evening, Kurt had never felt happier in his entire life. He was wearing the dark green scarf his father had given him, knowing that it brought out the faint hints of green in his blue eyes.
"Come in," he heard Burt say from where he was in the kitchen, followed by footsteps. "Kurt's in the kitchen if you want to -"
And then there was the sound of Rachel's shrill squealing, followed by a blur of girl coming towards him as she engulfed him in a hug.
"Merry Christmas!" She cried, planting a small kiss on his cheek and grinning. "Oh my god, Kurt, it smells amazing."
"I made you some meatless items, Ms. Vegan," Kurt said, grinning a little. "So don't worry."
Rachel smiled and hugged him again, Kurt rolling his eyes but hugging her back nonetheless.
He saw Blaine leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, his eyes soft and a smile playing across his lips.
"Rachel," Kurt said, straining to get out of her grasp. "I'm going to say hi to your brother now, so…"
Rachel released him, a small smile forming as she quickly rushed from the kitchen.
Once she had left, Blaine stood upright and walked over to where Kurt was standing, stopping a few feet away.
"Merry Christmas," Kurt whispered as he took in Blaine's appearance. His hair was slicked back, and he was wearing a Christmas, but not disgustingly so, sweater.
"You too." Blaine paused for a moment, taking his hand that had been hiding behind his back, revealing a gift wrapped box. "I got you something."
"We're not exchanging presents until after dinner," Kurt told him.
"I know," Blaine replied. "But I want you to open it now, when it's just us."
Kurt nodded and took the package from him, slowly unwrapping it and setting the wrapping paper on the floor. He slowly lifted the lid, feeling his eyes crease when he saw what was inside.
It was a picture of him and Blaine, lounging on the Anderson-Berry living room floor as they watched the Lion King. Kurt's head was tilted to the side, his eyes crinkled in way that showed him he was laughing at Blaine.
And underneath the picture of them, there were the word 'Courage' in bold, blue letters.
"Blaine -" Kurt started, but he didn't know how to finish the sentence.
"Do you not like it?" Blaine asked anxiously. "Because I can get you something else. I just thought that since you don't have many pictures in your room, and this way I can sort of always be around to help you and -"
"I love it, Blaine," Kurt assured him, smiling up at the younger boy. Wait…up? "Have you grown?"
Blaine grinned and straightened even more. "Yes," he said triumphantly. "Just an inch or so, but I'm taller than you now."
Kurt snorted and shook his head. "Well I still have to have my growth spurt," he told Blaine. "So we'll just have to wait and see."
Blaine laughed along with Kurt.
"I hope that wasn't your growth spurt though," Kurt said after a moment. "Because then you'd be borderline hobbit size."
"Hey!" Blaine whined. "I am not a hobbit. I'm just a little boy."
"A little boy who goes to a fancy private school and is going to be a freshman in high school next year," Kurt replied, nudging Blaine's shoulder a little.
But before Blaine could respond, a shrill squeal came from the doorway. Kurt turned to see Rachel's eyes glowing as she pointed to something on the ceiling.
Kurt felt his heart stop as realization sunk in, slowly turning his head to look at the ceiling.
"How the hell did that get there?" Kurt asked. "I didn't put that there!"
"Language, Kurt!" Burt yelled from the living room.
Kurt scoffed and glared at Rachel, who was practically bouncing with excitement. "You have to!" She squealed. "It's the rules."
"I'm convinced you put it there," Kurt mumbled to himself, shaking his head and finally glancing at Blaine.
"We don't have to," Blaine whispered, his voice soft and tender. "If it makes you uncomfortable -"
Kurt shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat nervously. "I'm okay with it," Kurt said. "She's not going to let us not do it either."
Blaine nodded, and Kurt could see the nervousness radiating off of him.
So he took the initiative. He took a step forward and gently leaned in, pressing his lips softly to Blaine's. He felt Blaine freeze under him for a moment before he started kissing Kurt back, his hand slowly coming up to cup Kurt's cheek.
It sent tingles up his spine, the soft sensations of Blaine's lips on his making his mind go a little hazy.
This is what kissing was like.
This is what kissing boys was like.
His lips moved against Blaine's, the feeling of his hand on his cheek making him a little weak in the knees.
And then the moment was over, and Kurt was pulling away. He looked into Blaine's hazel eyes, which were boring into his own. He felt a blush creeping up his neck and face slowly, knowing that his ears were turning red.
He turned towards were Rachel was standing, planning on giving the girl an 'are you happy now?' look. But he only found an empty doorway.
He sighed and turned back to Blaine, who was equally as red as he was. "At least she had a little tact," Blaine said, his voice quiet and shy.
Kurt nodded and swallowed loudly. "That doesn't change anything between us, right?"
Blaine got a relieved look on his face, letting out a long withheld breath. "No," he smiled. "It doesn't.
Dinner went smoothly, Rachel only shooting them curious glances a few times.
And then they were all gathered under the tree, exchanging presents with one another and laughing and smiling.
"Kurt, we got something that will be useful to you eventually," Hiram said as he handed Kurt a small gift bag. "It's from the both of us."
Kurt grinned and took the tissue paper out of the bag, looking inside. However, it wasn't quite what he was expecting.
Inside the bag was a box of condoms and a bottle of…lube? Kurt didn't even really know what that was, but he assumed it had something to do with…what the condoms were used for.
His eyes wide, he looked up at Rachel's dads, knowing that his face had paled and that he looked panicked.
And then the two broke out into fits of laughter. "We're not telling you to use them now," Leroy laughed. "Just so you're, you know, prepared."
Kurt blushed and ducked his head. Hiram leaned a little closer to him and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, we got Blaine some too."
"What is it?" Burt asked curiously, trying to peer into the bag.
"N-nothing," Kurt stammered, scrunching the bag up tightly. "I-It's nothing."
But Burt grinned at him knowingly.
"What did you get him?" Blaine asked after a few moments. "He looks like he just saw a ghost."
"Not quite," Kurt muttered, causing Blaine to shoot him another curious glance.
"Don't worry, son," Leroy said, smirking at Blaine. "We got you the same thing. You'll find out tonight."
Kurt flushed a little more, laughing as Blaine continued to look confused.
"I don't really know what's going on," Rachel said after a moment, breaking the awkwardness that had formed in the room. "So I'm just going to get another piece of pie."
Kurt woke up to a text from Blaine the next morning.
Oh my god, Kurt, I'm traumatized.
Kurt chuckled and rolled his eyes fondly.
Did they give you the whole 'I don't expect you to use them yet' talk?
My parents are literally the worst ever.
Kurt laughed again, thinking back to the night before.
And that's when it actually hit him.
He had his first kiss last night.
He had his first kiss last night.
His heart fluttered in his chest a little as he remembered Blaine's soft lips on his own, the small intake of breath he'd taken, the way his hazel eyes bore into his own once they broke apart.
Blaine is just your friend, he reminded himself. You're still friends. It didn't change anything. You only did it because of the mistletoe.
That was all it was for now. Friends. I shared kiss under mistletoe.
But it was still a better first kiss then he could ever imagine.
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