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A/N: First off, if we're going to be friends, (we're friends, right? Of course we are. Best friends. And as best friends, I'm telling you to change out of that blouse right now. You look like an extra from Desperate Housewives.) you should know one major thing about me: I suck at finishing things. Seriously, I have a major procrastination problem, as well as what could be called a fear of 'The End'. No lie. Look at my nightstand. It's filled with half-finished chapsticks, uneaten packs of gum, tins of two or three mints, pens that have a smidgeon of ink left in them (if you shake them really hard), and a Tarot card deck with some cards missing. And on top of the nightstand is a rotating cycle of three books, which I always start off with gusto and then silently stack on top of one another as a new book takes my fancy, so that the one on the bottom gets replaced, just as I'm less than fifty pages from the ending (I like to read a biography, a non-fiction, and a fiction book to keep my reading options open, and right now on my nightstand is the new biography of Catherine the Great, the Penguin edition of Jane Eyre, and Patti Smith's memoir Just Kids, which I literally just finished before writing this and L.O.V.E.). So I am dreadfully sorry that this story (and my others) take so long to update or finish. But I do get an odd sense of relief with every finished story, and as this is this last chapter, I can at least rest easier knowing at least one more of my stories is completed.

Okay, enough rambling excuses. On to the end.

Chapter Twelve

Twelve Drummers Drumming

Christmas Day held no joy for Kurt. He went to sleep Christmas Eve, tears still perched on his eyelashes as he remembered the awful things he'd said to Puck. He didn't even know where those words came from, but by the look on Puck's face you'd think he always thought them, and was just waiting for an excuse to unload them on him. But there was no excuse; he'd said some really terrible, unforgiveable things to Puck. He should have never talked about his past, no matter how angry he was. Kurt shuddered; if the words hurt him this much, he couldn't even begin to fathom how much they'd hurt his boyfriend.

"I hope he's still my boyfriend," Kurt sighed as he shut his eyes and forced himself to go to sleep.

He awoke Christmas morning to Finn, his black eye and cut cheek, jumping on his bed excitedly. Kurt groaned as he shut himself in his bathroom for thirty minutes to get ready to simply open his presents. As he sat at his vanity he texted Puck five times, wishing him a Merry Puckmas and begging his forgiveness. Puck never responded. With a heavy heart he walked downstairs, his phone clutched eagerly in his hand as he hoped for it to vibrate with a text from Puck.

They unwrapped their gifts, Finn grinning broadly as he got the games he asked for, including a Playstation Move for his PS3, as well as a new pair of shoes and some vests. He happily munched on the candy Kurt got him as he watched his mom unwrap her new outfit and perfume they'd gotten her. Burt grinned as he showed off his fishing equipment and the tools Finn had got him, as well as the new pen that Carole had engraved with 'Congressman Burt Hummel'. Kurt feigned excitement as he tore open his presents, discovering a new cable-knit scarf, some cashmere gloves, Heartbeats by Lady Gaga earphones as well as her new single collection on vinyl, and the complete Rodgers and Hammerstein musical collection on DVD. He forced a smile as he collected the loot, though thoughts of Puck and what he'd said to him never left his mind.

They cleaned up as Carole and Kurt began preparing Christmas dinner. Luckily the cooking occupied his mind, making him forget about Puck for most of the day. But when they ate dinner in the late afternoon there was nothing left to preoccupy him. Finn was playing his new games, Burt was polishing his new fishing gear, and Carole was tidying up as Kurt trudged up to his room and fell on to his bed. He tried on his new earphones and let the music flood his ears as he called Puck for the twelfth time that day without an answer.

He was brought out from his music-filled reverie when his dad tapped him on the leg. Kurt sat up as Burt sat on his bed, his weight sinking into the mattress as he looked at his son.

"What's up, kiddo? You like all your gifts?" Burt asked.

"Yes, Dad," Kurt said with a forced smile. "I love them."

"You know you're a terrible liar," Burt said, tousling Kurt's hair. "What's up?"

"It's just," Kurt said, the smile dropping from his face, "I haven't heard from Noah all day. It's strange, not talking to him for so long." He sighed as he toyed with his earphones, setting them to the side as he leaned on his father.

Burt lovingly scratched at his son's head, smoothing down his hair before saying, "Just give him time. It'll work out. I'm sure that punk will be back here soon, and I'll have to pretend I don't know he sneaks up through your window every night and leaves before I wake up in the morning."

Kurt winced as he said, "So you know about that, then?" Burt chuckled.

"I'm a lot smarter than I pretend to be," Burt said. "But aside from all that, I don't know if I want to see Puckerman again so soon. He did a pretty good number on your brother there."

"Finn threw the first punch," Kurt said. "And he wasn't the only one injured; he split Noah's lip, and it looked like he broke his nose, too."

"Yeah, that gentle giant's got quite the left hook," Burt said, beaming at how Finn defended his son's honor. Seeing Kurt's less than proud expression he said, "You just had an argument, buddy. It wasn't your first, and it won't be your last. Besides, that punk loves you, so I doubt he'll be able to stay away much longer."

"You weren't there, Dad," Kurt said, curling up into the safe embrace of his father. "I said the most awful things to him. I wouldn't be surprised if he never talked to me again. If he'd said those things to me, I certainly wouldn't."

"Maybe you have to show him how sorry you are," Burt suggested.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked.

"Well, you're always going on about how you and him are both guys in an equal relationship and no one comes first, but I got to tell you, kiddo, that punk has bent over backwards for you countless times. He treats you like a real princess." Kurt bit his lip sorrowfully as he heard Puck's affectionate nickname for him the first time that day, only not from his mouth. "Maybe you should do something nice for him now. Go the extra mile. Do the grand gesture thing he's been doing for you these past weeks for…what is this insane thing he's calling it?" Burt asked.

"Puckmas," Kurt grinned.

"Yeah, that," Burt said as he rolled his eyes. "Now it's your turn. Show him how much he means to you."

"That's a great idea, Dad," Kurt said, sitting up straight as he let his father's words sink in. "I should show him how sorry I am, and how much he means to me." He racked his brain as he thought of what exactly he should do. After minutes of silence Burt left, patting his son on the back encouragingly. Kurt got ready for bed, brushing his teeth and moisturizing as he thought of how he could make it up to Puck. That night as he lay underneath his covers he let thoughts of twelve drummers drumming fill his head as he fell asleep.

Part Two

The Eighth Night of Hanukkah

"Ma'oz Tzur Yeshu'ati, lekha na'eh leshabe'ah. Tikon beit tefilati, vesham toda nezabe'ah. Le'et takhin matbe'ah mitzar hamnabe'ah. Az egmor beshir mizmor hanukat hamizbe'ah," Puck sang, closing the book from where he was reading the lyrics.

"That was beautiful, Noah," Miriam said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Yes," Nana said, rising to her feet to pinch her grandson's cheeks. "You did very well for once." She then kissed his cheek before slapping him on the forehead like she promised would until he shaved his mohawk.

"Thanks, Ma," he said, rubbing his forehead. "Thanks, Nana."

"Come on, Noah. Let's play dreidel," Hannah said, retrieving the wooden top from the coffee table. "We can play with the dollar coins Nana got from the bank instead of the chocolate ones."

"Not now, squirt," Puck said lamely. "I think I'm just gonna head off to bed."

"Are you still fighting with Kurt?" Miriam asked.

"Technically we fought at the mall. Right now we're just not speaking to each other," Puck replied.

"But he's called a million times!" Hannah cried. "Can't you just call him back and forgive him? And ask him to bring Blaine along, too…" she whispered.

"Yes, Noah, I don't like you fighting with my little bubbeleh," Nana said as she hobbled over to the kitchen to begin frying up some latkes.

"Maybe you should just forgive him," Miriam agreed. "You know you're going to eventually."

"I want to, Ma, but I can't," Puck said. "It seems like I'm always giving in to him. Whenever I mess up, I have to jump through a million hoops just so he'll look at me again, but when he messes up I have to forgive him before the argument's even over. I'm tired of being the bigger person."

"So you're just going to hold this grudge even though you've already forgiven him?" Miriam asked.

"I don't know if I've even forgiven him yet," Puck said as he sunk back into his chair. "I don't know if I can. He said some really awful things to me, Ma. It was like he was holding back all these resentments, and was just waiting for an excuse to unload them."

"I know he hurt you, baby," Miriam said, getting to her feet and sitting next to him, scratching his head like she used to when he was a child, "but you're just drawing out the pain by not talking to him. The best thing you can do is talk to him, so that way you can at least get your feelings out and let him know how you feel."

"I can't talk to him," Puck said, relaxing into his mother's embrace. "Not yet."

"My poor Noah," Miriam cooed, cradling his head and kissing his bruised face worriedly. "You know you were never this upset about any of your past girlfriends not talking to you. Don't you think that says something about how much you care about Kurt?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to think about it right now," Puck said lamely. He curled up into his mother's arms, relishing the maternal pampering he was receiving.

"Gross!" Hannah yelled as she looked back to her mother and brother from where she was playing. "Noah, you are such a mama's boy!"

"So what?" Puck asked, sticking his tongue out at a jealous Hannah. Miriam chuckled as she got to her feet and went to the kitchen, but not before leaning down and peppering Hannah's face with kisses as well.

"Mama likes me best," Hannah bragged as she wiped off her mother's lipstick.

"Oh yeah?" Puck growled. He rolled off the couch and lunged for Hannah, wrestling her to the ground. Hannah howled with laughter as she play fought with Puck, the two of them rolling around the carpeted floor, bumping into the furniture recklessly as Puck tickled his little sister and she tried her best to tickle him back. "Alright, alright! You win!" Puck laughed as he let Hannah sit atop his chest in victory.

"Yes!" Hannah cried, throwing her arms up in triumph. "I am the Queen of the Jew-niverse!" Just then the doorbell rang, and Hannah stepped on Puck's stomach as she got up to answer it.

"Hi, Santana!" Hannah said, hugging the Latina. "Happy Hanukkah!"

"And a Feliz Navidad to you, too, mija," Santana said, kissing Hannah on the cheek. "Say, can I borrow your idiot brother for a minute?" Hannah nodded, motioning to the floor in front of the couch where Puck was still laying. She then raced off to her mother's room to try and figure out where the presents they were supposed to open that night were hidden. "Condom head!" Santana yelled out. "Come out here, now!"

"Hello, Santana," Miriam called out from the kitchen. She knew it was her based on her greeting to Puck.

"Oh shit," Santana laughed quietly, not realizing Puck's mother could hear her. "Hi, Mrs. Puckerman."

"Who's that?" Santana heard Nana ask Miriam. "Is that the slut, or the cheerleader he knocked up?"

"I'm the slut, Nana Puckerman," Santana called back proudly, "but only my pimp calls me that. Everyone else calls me Santana."

"Stop talking like that," Puck said, as he got to his feet. "And 'Condom Head'?"

"Yeah, your haircut is like a Trojan helmet," Santana shrugged. "And Trojans are also…condoms." She waited for him to laugh at what she thought was a hilarious nickname, but he simply stared at her stone-faced.

"You're hilarious. But you can forget it. I know why you're here, and I'm not going to Kurt's with you."

"Yeah, well, I wasn't going to take you," Santana said.

"Really?" Puck asked unsurely.

"Really," Santana confirmed. "Normally I would be forcing you two to kiss and make-up, but he told me what he said to you at the mall."

"And?" Puck asked anxiously.

"And I basically said if I were there I would have slapped him myself," she said, smiling.

"You know, even though he said some bad shit about me, he's still my Princess, and I wouldn't have let you hurt him," Puck said.

"I knew it," Santana said.

"You knew what?" Puck asked.

"I knew you were over it," Santana smirked. "You're over here, pouting, pretending like he hurt you, when really you'd probably forgiven him before you even left the parking lot. You just wanted to let him sweat it out and make him feel guilty."

"What?" Puck said. "That's not it at all. What kind of sick manipulator do you think I am? I was really fucking broken up by what he said."

"Oh, Christ, so you're a freaking drama queen like Hummel now?" Santana sighed. "Couples really do take on each other's personalities, don't they?" She drummed her fingers as she stared impatiently at Puck's pathetic figure. "Okay, then. Get up."

"Get up?" Puck asked. Santana nodded as she picked his coat off the hook and threw it at him. "Where are we going?"

"Stop asking so many questions," Santana said irritably. "You sound like a virgin." Puck pursed his lips as he slipped into his jacket and put his gloves and beanie on.

"Hold on, let me tell my ma I'm going out," Puck said as Santana reached for the doorknob.

"Don't worry. You're not going far," she teased. As soon as she opened the door Puck squinted as he was met with blinding lights from his usually dark neighborhood. He stared slack-jawed at a towering menorah, probably ten or eleven feet high, with large lights standing in for the candle flames. It showered the pitch black neighborhood in warm light, and Puck saw that most of his neighbors had come out to stare in awe at the spectacle. He also saw that the entire front yard and driveway, including some of the street, was iced over, and skating around, dressed up in costumes of dreidels and pitchers of olive oil or candles, were the entirety of the New Directions, including Blaine and Ruthie. Santana smirked as she stepped onto the makeshift ice-rink, strapping on a helmet with a mini-menorah on top. She threw Puck a pair of skates as she glided easily over to where the others were waiting for him.

Puck laced up his skates and made his way to the base of the menorah where everyone was standing. Rachel pushed Finn forward, and he slid lamely over to Puck and apologized for their brawl.

"Look, Puck, about what went down at the mall," Finn began, scratching nervously at his dreidel costume.

"Forget it, dude," Puck said, brushing off Finn's apology. "You were just protecting your little bro. If it were me and Hannah, I probably would have knocked the guy out, too." Finn smiled as he playfully pushed Puck back.

"I didn't knock you out," Finn chuckled. "I got you good in the jaw, though. And looks like your nose is gonna take some time to heal."

"Oh yeah? Well your eye is pretty dark, there Hudson," Puck bragged. "Must have gotten too close to the guns," he said as he flexed his biceps proudly. The entire Glee Club 'booed' at him, throwing trash and other small items at him for mentioning his guns for the millionth time that semester.

"Oh, dude, look," Finn said proudly. He skated closer to Puck and stretched his cheek to Puck's discerning eye.

"Are those stitches?" Puck asked as his fingers ghosted over the cut on Finn's face.

"Yeah, five," Finn said proudly. "It might even scar."

"Awesome!" Puck exclaimed jealously. He then ruffled Finn's hair and held him in a headlock before Finn fought his way out. The two hi-fived before Finn skated back to the group.

"Boys are so weird," Mercedes said as she eyed the odd way Finn and Puck forgave each other. Rachel and Tina, who were dressed as a potato and a pitcher of olive oil, respectively, nodded as they moved aside to let Kurt through.

"Hi," Kurt said lamely. He was dressed as geldt, the gold-foil wrapped chocolate coins shimmering on his body like large, circular stars in the night sky.

"Hey," Puck greeted back. The two stared longingly at each other, the silence stretching between them.

"Kiss him!" Rachel clapped, breaking through the quiet. Quinn and Tina held Rachel's hands, keeping her from clapping, but Puck couldn't help but smile at the smaller girl's good-natured intrusions.

"I'm so sorry for everything I said," Kurt said lowly. "I didn't mean it. None of it. I was just…so heartbroken at what I saw, or what I thought I saw, that I said anything I could think of to hurt you. I overreacted. I'm a complete and utter idiot, no excuses. I just hope - ." Here Puck shushed him, his finger pressing into Kurt's lips. He then leaned down and kissed his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him to bring him closer.

"So, you forgive me?" Kurt asked tentatively.

"What do you think, Princess?" Puck asked, his sweet breath warming Kurt's face.

"Oh Noah," Kurt whimpered, throwing his arms around Puck's neck. Their friends clapped and hooted, thankful the drama that had enveloped their lives and made them inadvertently touch sex toys, strip naked in the cafeteria, and send their coach into traction was finally over. "I really am sorry," Kurt said, grateful tears sliding down his face.

"I know," Puck said, his heart melting at the tears falling down Kurt's face. "I'm sorry I was such a dick and didn't forgive you sooner." His rough thumbs slid over Kurt's cheeks and wiped the tears away. He kissed Kurt again, crushing him in a warm embrace.

"Promise we'll never fight again," Kurt said softly.

"Babe, you know that's impossible. We fight. It's part of our awesomeness," Puck said as he nuzzled up to Kurt. "Besides, it makes the making up so great."

"Okay, if we fight again," Kurt said. Puck quirked his eyebrow and Kurt sighed. "Okay, when we fight again, let's just rush past the arguments to get to the forgiving part. Deal?"

"Deal," Puck agreed, kissing Kurt again. "I fucking missed you, babe."

"I missed you, too. I think that was the longest we ever stayed apart," Kurt sighed.

"Never again," Puck said, sliding his hands down Kurt's back to cup his ass.

"Whoa, dude, not in front of the holy chandelier," Finn cried. Kurt turned back, blushingly, to see that all their friends were still watching them intently.

"It's a menorah, brainiac," Puck laughed. "Where did you guys get it anyway?"

"Rachel got if for us from a temple in Columbus," Quinn said in her costume as a candle.

"Jacob Ben Israel's uncle is the rabbi there," Rachel said. "Let's just say I had to do some unsavory things to acquire it."

"This doesn't have anything to do with those shots of Santana in her underwear that you had me Photoshop your head onto, does it?" Artie asked. He was dressed as a donut, and the boys transported him in a specially equipped sled.

"What?" Santana cried, looking angrily at Rachel. "That's not what you said those underwear pics were for! You told me if I posed in my skivvies I'd get a spot in the next Transformers movie because your dads are friends with Michael Bay!"

"Now is hardly the time to discuss it," Rachel said brusquely. "And besides, Santana, it's not as if there aren't worse pictures of you on your tumblr."

"Why aren't I following you?" Sam said as he took out his phone to check out her tumblr for himself. Mercedes grabbed it out of his hands and threw it across the ice. "Just kidding, Mercedes," Sam said quickly, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend from behind. He was dressed as Judah Macabee, and his large flowing beard tickled Mercedes as she melted into his embrace.

"Okay, so who did the skating rink?" Puck asked.

"That was my idea," Finn said proudly. "I saw them do it on an episode of Hey Arnold!"

"Nice," Puck said, fist-bumping Finn. "And the costumes?"

"It took two days to make them," Kurt said, relaxing tiredly into Puck's arms. "I'm exhausted."

"Well they're great, babe," Puck said, kissing Kurt yet again. He felt after nearly four days of not seeing or touching Kurt, he needed to make up for lost time.

"Thank you," Kurt said. "Happy Hanukkurt!" he exclaimed.

"Hanukkurt?" Puck chuckled. "Is that your new thing?"

"It's our new thing," Kurt clarified. He then pulled his boyfriend down into another kiss, making up for lost time on his end as well.

"Cool," Puck smiled. Their friends dispersed, skating around the makeshift rink as Kurt and Puck continued to make-out by the giant menorah. Hannah ran out from the house, and Blaine and Santana held her hand as she went skating with them. Miriam and Nana came out as well, and Nana peppered Kurt's face with kisses, glad he was back.

"So how do you like your grand gesture?" Kurt asked as he skated with Puck.

Puck looked at the twinkling stars reflected in the crystal clear layer of ice beneath them, the menorah shining brightly on the happy faces of his friends who were either skating or having a snowball fight or stuffing their faces with Nana's latkes and Miriam's sofganiyot, and finally down to the smiling, rosy cheeked face of the boy he loved.

"It's fucking awesome, babe. Best Hanukkurt ever." The two shared a kiss, with Puck adding, "But you know you could've saved yourself a buttload of trouble by just giving me a blowjob with some light finger-hole action."

"Who says that isn't your gift for the final night of Hannukurt?" Kurt asked deviously. Puck lifted him up, twirling him around on the ice, making Kurt scream with laughter.

"Now that would make this the best Hanukkurt ever," Puck conceded, letting Kurt down and leading him to the house where they knew they wouldn't be missed.

The End

Happy Puckmas, Hanukkurt, and 2012!

A/N: So another story can finally be filed under 'Complete'. That only leaves about four more that I have still going…yeah. That's not daunting at all. Well, hope you liked this one, and sorry again it took sooooo looonnnggg for it to be finished.

And btw, you guys were ruthless with your reviews for Ruthie (pun!) and Puck last chapter. You really thought what Puck did was unforgiveable. Come on! He's gay, she's a big ole lezz, they had, like, a peck on the cheek (did I mention that? Or did I write it as a full-on kiss? Well to Kurt it looked like a full-on kiss, but it wasn't. Like he said himself, he overreacted) and some tickling and shared laughter. And Puck knew Kurt was at the mall, why do you think the pipers were there? So he wouldn't have cheated on him knowing he was there. Come on, give Puck some sympathy. Kurt said the most hurtful things to him. Puck didn't deserve that. Not on Christmas Eve. But it's all over now, and Puck and Kurt are happy again, all is right with the non-canon world fa la la la la, la la la la.

Thanks for reading and reviewing!