This is set in their second year of college, just so you know. I've had this idea in my head for a while and I just now got around to writing it. It's a one-shot now, but I could be okay with writing more if you want it. I don't own Glee. Just in case you thought I did. I know I wonder that every time I read a fanfiction...

Christmas time was approaching quickly, and though Kurt has always particularly enjoyed the holiday, there are far too many reasons for him to be annoyed as he and Blaine make their way back to Lima, Ohio. The first reason is simple- They are returning to Lima. Not to say that Kurt isn't excited about visiting his family. He misses his father and Carol a lot. It just so happens that once he left for New York he didn't exactly enjoy the idea of having to revisit the closed-minded, bigoted town.

The second reason Kurt is frustrated is because Blaine, though amazing, has a particularly infuriating love of car rides. Kurt had been all for flying back to Lima, which would have taken next to no time at all, when they first planned to return to Lima for the holiday. Blaine wouldn't hear of it, though.

"It's just a ton of extra money we don't have," Blaine grumbled several weeks ago when he'd first suggested that they drive to Lima. "It won't take too much more time."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine and proceeded to rant about how he wouldn't be able to stay in a car for so long because of his claustrophobia. Blaine sighed dramatically and then proceeded to gap at his boyfriend.

"What?" Kurt had asked, glaring at Blaine.

"Kurt," Blaine started, staring at the slightly taller man in disbelief. "You're not claustrophobic."

"How would you know?" Kurt snapped, avoiding his eyes. It was a stupid question, Kurt knew, but he was willing to say anything to avoid a ten hour car ride.

"Because you've been my boyfriend for two and a half years. I think I would have noticed," Blaine stated flatly, ending the conversation for the time being.

Obviously, Blaine won the argument in the end, mainly because flying would have forced Kurt to cut down on his shopping budget, which was already painfully low. This is why Blaine and Kurt are now sitting in a car quietly singing along to the radio as Kurt seethes in anger, particularly about the final reason he is annoyed about Christmas in Lima.

Once he and Blaine got to Kurt's house his father had made it very clear that he and Blaine wouldn't be staying in the same room. This alone was enough to set Kurt off. Add on the prospect of driving, and the awful people who live in Lima and Kurt knew he was set for one awful holiday. That is why when he and Blaine pull into the driveway of the Hudmel household Kurt sits in the car for several moments before opening the door.

"Is everything alright, babe?" Blaine asks, looking over at his boyfriend, his expression full of worry. Kurt gives him a faint smile and sighs.

"It's just weird being back here," Kurt explains, reaching to open the car door. "And I'm tired of my father treating me like a child."

"He's only got your best intentions at heart," Blaine whispers, looking deep into Kurt's eyes. Kurt feels his expression soften and leans over to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek.

"I'll change his mind," Kurt says, jumping out of the car, a sly grin on his lips. Blaine gives him a worried look and follows him quickly, momentarily forgetting the bags in the trunk.

"Kurt, how do you plan on doing that?" Blaine yells, trailing after him quickly. Kurt ignores the man, though, and knocks gingerly on the door, humming quietly to himself.

Blaine waits for his boyfriend to answer his question or for Burt to answer the door, feeling impatient and anxious for whatever Kurt may be prepared to say. When the door opens to Burt's huge grin Blaine feels his heart beat speed up slightly, his eyes darting from Kurt to his father in suspense. Burt pulls his son into a tight hug, mumbling, "It's great to see you, kiddo!"

"It's great to see you too, dad," Kurt mumbles into his father's shoulder. Blaine watches the exchange carefully, not even bothering to feel jealous of the pair's relationship. He'd long since gotten over the fact that he and his father would never been that close.

"Hey, Blaine. How is everything?" Burt asks, clapping him on the back perhaps just a little too hard. Blaine manages not to let it show though.

"Everything's great, Burt," Blaine responds, smiling up at the man. "I'm really happy that you invited me to say with you for Christmas."

"Oh, it was no problem, Blaine. You know we love having you," Burt says kindly as Kurt and Blaine hang up their coats.

"Speaking of Blaine staying with us," Kurt begins, "I'd like to address the issue of his sleeping arrangements-"

"You know what, Burt. I left the suitcases in the car. I'll go get those now," Blaine mumbles, running out of the house quickly to avoid the confrontation between the two. He'd seen them argue before and it's not a pretty site. Especially when the disagreement involves himself.

"Kurt, I thought we closed this discussion," Burt says sternly as he watches Blaine rush out of the door. He shakes his head, slightly amused.

"No, you made ridiculous rules that I didn't want to argue about over the phone," Kurt corrects him, rolling his eyes in the process.

"I don't see how me not wanting your boyfriend to sleep in your room is a ridiculous rule."

"Because we live together! We share a bed every night dad," Kurt almost whines. "I don't really see why we shouldn't be able to sleep together here too."

"I just don't like the idea of anything inappropriate going on under this roof," Burt grumbles, looking down at his shoes. Kurt gawks at him for a moment in annoyance.

"Dad, first of all- Blaine and I aren't going to do it while you and Carol are in the house. That would be weird," Kurt tells him, shaking his head in repulsion. "And second of all- It's not like we've never had sex here before."

"What?" Burt half shouts, staring at his son in shock. It was at this moment that Blaine walks back into the house- reluctantly- with bags in his arms.

"Oh yeah, dad. All the time. Right Blaine?" Kurt asks him, giving him a glare that said 'If you don't say yes I won't ever sleep with you again'.

"Uh, sure. Yeah," Blaine agrees, looking at Burt out of the corner of his eyes. The man's emotions were very clear on his face. He was horrified, angry, and surprised all at the same time.

"Okay, you and Blaine are sleeping in separate floors now," Burt mutters. Blaine glares at Kurt for a moment, who rolls his eyes and motions for Blaine to follow him.

"What did you say to him?" Blaine whispers, discarding the bags in the walkway. Kurt packed far too many things and he wasn't prepared to carry them all to his boyfriend's room yet.

"He fed me some crap about not wanting any 'funny business' or whatever happening under his roof," Kurt says back in an equally quite voice. "So I told him that we'd had sex in the house before."

"Is that what I agreed to?" Blaine nearly shouts at him, his eyes growing so wide they look as though they might pop out of his head.

"Yes," Kurt says simply. Blaine slumps against a wall, unable to believe what Kurt was telling him.

"Why would you tell him that?" Blaine asks once he regains composure of himself.

"Because it's true, and it was supposed to help prove my point. I guess it just freaked him out," Kurt sighs deeply, following his father into the kitchen.

"Where's Carole?" Kurt asks innocently as both he and Blaine sit at the table. Burt turns to look at them, as though he forgot they were there.

"She's picking Finn up from the airport," Burt responds, giving his head a little shake. Kurt smiles triumphantly causing Blaine to give him a confused glare.

"Rachel's coming home with him too, isn't she?" Kurt questions, and Burt nods his head a little.

"We only have one guest room," Kurt states casually, nodding at Blaine as though he'd already won the argument. "Where is she going to sleep?"

"That's for Carole to decide, not me," Burt says, catching on to Kurt's meaning. "If it were up to me, both Rachel and Blaine would be staying in the backyard."

"I'd sleep in the backyard with him. I've always wanted to take Blaine camping," Kurt mumbles and both his father and boyfriend let out groans of discomfort.

"In any case, I guess what I'm trying to say is- Carole is going to let Finn and Rachel sleep in the same room and they're much less responsible than Blaine and I," Kurt states matter-of-factually.

"Kurt, I'm not going to change my mind," Burt says dryly, not looking up from the bowling water on the stove. Kurt decides, considering all of his failed efforts, that he might as well take a different approach. He makes sure to drop his voice into a low, sad whisper.

"But dad, I haven't spent a night with Blaine by my side in almost a year," Kurt says, sounding just like a scared little boy. Blaine was taken aback by Kurt's acting skill. Burt turns around to look at both of them and stares carefully into his son's eyes for a long time.

"Burt, I swear to be nothing but respectful towards your son while we stay in your home, Mr. Hummel. It's just hard for us to fall asleep without each other," Blaine explains, sure to meet Burt gaze. "Plus, I don't even think we pack lu-"

"Okay, alright!" Burt shouts, cutting Blaine off quickly. "You're lucky I like you, Blaine."

Kurt and Blaine exchanged cheerful smiles, though Blaine noticed his boyfriend's smile said something more. He didn't understand why until Burt turned around and Kurt mouthed "we did pack some." Blaine knew it was going to be a long Christmas.