Summary-

Burt is thrilled that his son is coming home for the Holidays. Only problem? He's bringing his boyfriend. Sure, Burt is glad that Kurt is happy- but why isn't this Blaine kid with his own family? Burt makes it his mission to find out. Learning things about both his son's, his son's boyfriend… and himself.

Kurt is in 10th grade and everybody else is in 11th! He's 15.

The Warbalers—

1 Blaine thorn

2 Kurt Hummel

3 Wesley

4 David

5 Arnold

6 Markus

7 Jaimie

8 Elijah

9 Stephen

10 Ryan

11 Spencer

12 Michael

13 Jorge

14 Alexander

15 Felix

16 Atlie

17 Tyler

18 Holden

19 Simon

20 Berkley

A/N

Hey! I know I should be updating 'A Fairy Tale Type of Love'… but I'm stuck with the next chapter I've never written *good* smutyish stuff before, so I have no idea what to do. L

Anyway, it should hopefully be updated by Thursday? Maybe somebody could help me? That would be really cool. But anyway, part one of my Glee Christmas Story! (will most likely be a three or four shot)

PART 1-

"Deck the halls with… something, something! Fa la la la la la la la la!" Burt sang at the top of his lunges as he stood over the hood of the '69 Chevy.

"Angelo's coming home?" His best friend, Paul asked.

"You know he hates it when you call him that." Burt said, chuckling. "But yes, Kurt's coming home."

Paul smiled. "I've missed that kid. Have him drop in to say 'hi', yeah?"

"Sure."

"Is he bringing one of them prep school boys with him?" Paul asked. Burt sighed.

"I'll take that as a 'yes', then." Paul smirked.

"He's bringing home his boyfriend. His 18 year old boyfriend."

Paul whistled. "18? Well, Angel's a smart kid, Burt."

"He's only 15… and he's so small."

Paul put his arm around Burt's shoulders in a comforting way. "I'm sure Angel's boyfriend is a nice guy. He does go to a Richie-rich prep school. I bet he doesn't even know what Pot is."

Burt laughed. "Every kid in Ohio knows what Pot is, Paul."

"Ha-ha, I know. Hey, pack up early and go home. I bet you haven't even started cleaning yet."

"Your right, I haven't. Thanks Paul, I'll bring Kurt by tomorrow. Don't leave too late; I don't need Emily coming after me."

Paul smiled at the thought of his wife. "No prob, boss."

Burt smiled at Paul one last time before walking into the office and taking off his overalls, smiling when he saw his son's overalls hanging innocently on a hook.

The overalls had 'Angelo' in white cursive written on the navy blue material- something that his son hadn't been happy about. It was common knowledge that Kurt hated his real first name. He was named after Burt's father; something that neither Burt nor Kathrin had planned.

Actually, they hadn't thought that Kurt would make it into the world. The two had tried three times before and each pregnancy had ended by the sixth month. When Kathrin had went into labor almost a whole month early, the two young soon-to-be- parents had been worried and depressed, that last pregnancy had lasted longer than the last three- they had thought that everything would work out. Luckily, it had. And, as Burt had watched his beautiful baby boy lying in the machine that would keep him alive for the first few weeks, he had known that an Angel had sent him something special. Thus, Angelo 'Angel' Kurtis Hummel was named.

Of course, Kurt didn't let anybody call him by his given name. Only his grandfather got to call Kurt 'Angelo', even though Kurt hated it. Kurt had almost punched Finn when his step brother had had the nerve to call Kurt 'Angel'.

Burt hopped into his truck and drove as fast as he could on the icy roads.

"Carole, Finn! I'm home!" He yelled as he stepped into the warm house.

"Hi, sweetie." Carole greeted, kissing his cheek. "Dinner will be ready in five minutes."

Burt nodded. "Do you know if Finn cleaned his room yet?"

"He did. I had to sit in the room with his while he did it, but it's finally clean."

Burt smiled. "Good. I'll take him to get that new video game that he wanted later tonight, then."

Burt followed Carole into the kitchen, passing pictures of their boys in various places. He stopped and smiled at the one that had been taken that summer.

The picture was of Finn and Kurt, soaking wet. Finn had a fish held proudly in his hand and Kurt had his arm swung back, getting ready to slap Finn upside the head.

Carole her head on Burt's head, smiling up at the picture. "Our little Angel's coming home tomorrow." She said.

"I know… it's so weird not having him here."

Carole nodded. "Remember to be nice to his boyfriend."

Burt sighed. "What's the kid's name, again?"

"Blaine Thorn, honey."

"Why isn't he with his own family?" Burt grumbled.

"Kurt didn't say. But, he did say to be nice." Carole gave Burt the 'you-will-be-sleeping-on-the-couch-if-you-mess-this-up-for-our-son' look.

"I will." Burt said, even though he didn't want to.

"Dinner, Finn!" Carole yelled.

"Coming, mom!" Came Finn's voice from the basement.

Not two minutes later, Finn's tall frame pulled out his chair at the table and smiled at Burt. "Hi dad."

Burt grinned and reached out to ruffle his older son's hair. "Hey kid, how was your last day of school?"

"It was ok. Is it ok if my friend's come over tomorrow? I told them Kurt was coming home and there were all in Glee with Kurt so they wanted to see how he's doing." Finn said.

"Sure. Make sure they know that Kurt's bringing his boyfriend and that his name is Blaire."

"His names Blaine, Burt."

"Oh… right. Invite that teacher of yours, too. I saw him at the market the other day and all he did was ask about Kurt."

Finn nodded. "Ok. Mom, can you pass the potatoes?"

Miles away, in a dorm at Dalton Academy for Boys, two boys were cuddling together watching, 'National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation'.

The bigger boy's skin was lightly tanned. He had curly dark brown which was for once, not gelled back. Instead, it fell into his hazel eyes. The other boy, the smaller one, was curled up into the bigger one. His perfectly manicured hand was on the bigger boy's chest. His golden brown hair fell into his face and only one of his beautiful blue/green eyes was open.

"I love this part." He mumbled sleepily, laughing as lark cussed out his boss.

The bigger boy smiled and kissed the smaller ones head.

"I love you, Kurt." He whispered.

"I love you, too, Blaine."

Blaine smiled and kissed his boyfriend again.

"Have you heard from your brother?" Kurt asked, stroking his boyfriend's chest through his shirt.

"Last week. He was supposed to call me this morning, but…" Blaine trailed off, shrugging.

"Your worried."

Blaine opened his mouth to deny that accusion, but Kurt shook his head.

"It's okay that you're worried. He's the only person you've got left."

"I've got you." Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt's nose.

"Of course you do. And, you always will."