AN: Welp, this is it guys! This is so fluffy. Idek. I have no money for your dental bills. Thanks for reading! I haven't had to get back to everyone for your lovely reviews because I've been travelling so freaking much, but they are all appreciated. Really. Like. I squeal whenever i get one. :)

Epilogue : Frost and Garnish With Sprinkles

For most people, the coming of Christmas was marked by the purchase of a Christmas tree or wrapping gifts. For Blaine, It was the moment he took Nat King Cole's "The Christmas Song" and slipped it into the CD player in his car. He'd always felt that of all the Christmas albums, this one summarized every warm and fuzzy feeling he had about his favorite holiday. It didn't hurt that he could sing along to this one with more ease than some of the other Christmas classic. He placed his right hand palm up on the center console and smiled when Kurt's gloved hand slid into his from the passenger seat. He squeezed it and his heart fluttered in his chest when the slim fingers he loved so much curled around his.

"Blaine, you know it's not December yet, right?"

He chuckled. "Yeah but…there's no good Thanksgiving music."

"True, "Kurt conceded. "But most people at least wait until after Thanksgiving to start playing Christmas songs."

Blaine smiled. "Well, I'm not most people. Not everyone can make you come in five seconds."

Kurt flushed. "Look, it was only that one time, okay? You'd been teasing me all day!" There could have been no way that Blaine had been expecting Kurt to last when he'd been provoking him with dirty pictures and text messages all day long, and a final message just before Kurt left work telling him that he'd be "naked , ready and waiting " when Kurt got home.

"I know, Kurt. I'm just kidding." Blaine paused. " Kind of, anyway. You know I completely own you."

"Well…" Kurt started, trying to think of something that would prove Blaine otherwise. He couldn't. "Well, I'm just as good at playing you," he insisted finally.

Blaine nodded in agreement. "Oh!" he exclaimed suddenly, making Kurt jump. Blaine laughed at him, but said, "This is my favorite part though…shhh!"

and so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two

Kurt joined him, and their voices blended together perfectly.

Although it's been said many times,
Many ways: "Merry Christmas to you

The song faded out, and Blaine exhaled loudly. "Do you think your family is going to like me?" he asked nervously. Kurt had made it clear that his family loved him dearly, and that he was extraordinarily close to his father (who Blaine imagined to be protective, loving, wonderful, and utterly terrifying now that he was going to meet him).

"Mmm," Kurt said thoughtfully. "I think they're going to loveyou. Wanna know why?"

Blaine nodded.

Kurt gripped his hand a little tighter as he said, "Because they want me to be happy, and you make me so happy I can barely stand it."

Blaine's heart swelled. "You too. But…your dad and your brother aren't going to try to kill me and your step-mom isn't going to hate me? You swear?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Fine, my dad and Finn are going to be a little tough on you, but they're total softies—just be you, and they'll love you. You watch sports, so they'll be surprised and impressed by all that useless knowledge you have. Carole is going to love you. You'll probably end up talking to her more than me this whole weekend."

"Alright. I'll…calm down. I'm just, I really want them to like me, I know how important they are to you and—-"

"Blaine, shut up. Just shut up. You're going to be fine.It's not like my dad even uses that shotgun in the hall closet for anything. You're the first guy I've ever brought home, you know."

Blaine sucked in a breath, partly because Kurt's father owned a gun that apparently worked, partly because Blaine was going to be the first guy Kurt had ever brought home to meet his family. He didn't know how to feel about either of those things. "Wow, Kurt, I…don't know what to say."

"Tell me you'll calm down. Also, I might not judge you for freaking out if you keep singing—your voice is amazing."

Blaine actually blushed, and Kurt smiled fondly.

"You're both adorable and ridiculous. You love it when I tell you how much I love fucking your ass, but blush when I tell you when you sing beautifully."

Blaine laughed. "Well, when you put it that way, it is a little ridiculous, isn't it?" He leaned back a little and smiled dreamily as he thought of a million Thanksgivings and Christmases like this—going to visit their families together, having their own holidays in theirown home. He tried to admonish himself for seeing a future with the amazing man next to him after barely two months, but…it seemed far too rightto seem crazy.

"What are you thinking about?" Kurt asked a few miles later.

"Doing this every year with you for years and years to come."

It was Kurt's turn to be surprised. "Wow."

Blaine's hand tightened on the steering wheel. "Too much?"

Kurt shook his head, his hair ruffling as he did so. They'd been going back and forth over Kurt's hair—Kurt said it was about the longest it had ever been and needed to be cut, but Blaine loved running his hands through it—it was extraordinarily soft. He loved how it framed Kurt's face, the way it moved and how it was just a little bit wavy. Kurt's shaky exhale snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I've kind of been thinking the same thing. Maybe it's crazy, it's barely been a month since we really started doing this, but…it just feels too right to be crazy, doesn't it?"

Blaine smiled as Kurt echoed his earlier thoughts. "Doesn't it just feel like we should have always been doing this? Sometimes I look at you and think that you're what I've been looking for all this time."

Kurt's smile was bright as he turned, eyes shining and brilliant as he brought Blaine's hands to his lips and kissed it. He held Blaine's hand in both of his and nodded. "Me too."

He placed Blaine's hand back on the center console and let it go, turning away slightly to lay his cheek against the window. His eyes fluttered shut as Blaine's voice floated over him as he drifted to sleep, singing songs he'd be sick of hearing by the end of next week. Kurt didn't know if it was familiar and beloved songs beautifully sung that was making him feel this way or if it was something else too thrilling and terrifying to name that had his heart beating loudly in his chest as they made their way closer and closer to the place he'd always call home. He'd have to think about it later, because for now, everything was absolutely perfect.