"You want to what?" Kurt asks, staring at his husband.

"To go around the neighborhood caroling," Blaine repeats eagerly.

"Blaine, we live in an apartment and they yell if we have the TV turned up too loudly," Kurt says, stone-faced. "If we try Christmas caroling, theyre going to kick us out of the building."

"But theyve never heard our amazing harmony! Theyll love us." Blaine pouts, his bottom lip sticking out comically.

Kurt laughs, shaking his head. He walks over to where Blaine is kneeling on the couch, half leaning over the back as he watches his husband, and wraps his arms around Blaines neck. Kurt leans in, pressing their lips together and moving them slowly, savoring the sweetness of the kiss.

"Were still not going to go caroling in our apartment building," Kurt whispers against Blaines lips, smiling when he groans. He presses their foreheads together, he continues, "But we can always go to that caroling event that we saw online and sing along with them."

Blaine laughs, kissing him again. "Deal."