December 2nd, 2015

Blaine sat down on the couch as he read from one of his books. With finals fast approaching he was trying to study as much as he could. He lifted the highlighter and marked one of the statements in the book.

"Blaine!"

"What is it Cassidy?" Blaine asked from his spot on couch and not looking up from his book.

Cassidy walked into the living room, "I need to ask you a question."

Blaine set his book down, "Alright shoot."

"The kids at school were talking today," Cassidy said looking down at her hands.

"What were they talking about?" Blaine asked her now concerned.

Cassidy sighed as she sat down on the couch next to Blaine, "Is Santa Claus real?"

Blaine was stunned. He honestly forgot he would ever have to worry about this question. "Well...see...I..."

Cassidy sat there staring up at her brother, "I figured."

"What?" Blaine asked surprised.

"I knew he wasn't real," Cassidy leaned back on the couch, "Does this mean I don't get presents from Santa anymore?"

"Wait," Blaine said setting the book down beside him, but he didn't notice Stormageddon laying there, so the cat grumpily got down and slinked away. "Now I want to ask you a question first."

"Okay," Cassidy said.

"Do you believe there is a Santa Claus?" Blaine asked her.

Cassidy shrugged, "Traveling around the entire world in one night does seem a bit far fetched."

"Far fetched?" Blaine asked her, "When did you grow up so fast?"

"I grew up just normally," Cassidy said crossing her arms over her chest.

Blaine let out a laugh, "To old to sit on your brother's lap then?"

Cassidy crawled over and sat down in Blaine's lap, "Maybe to old for this."

"Just humor me then," Blaine smiled. "Now you asked if Santa Claus was real and to tell you the truth I don't even know."

"What?" Cassidy asked him confused.

Blaine laughed, "See when you think about Christmas and Santa Claus, don't you always get this warm fuzzy feeling in your heart?"

"Because Christmas is about family and friends," Cassidy said offering her own words of wisdom.

"Exactly," Blaine nodded, "So I believe there is a Santa Claus because he seems like one of the most generous and nicest men I know. Isn't that what Christmas is about too?"

"I guess," Cassidy said with a shrug, "But what if the kids tease me when I say something again."

"Then don't say anything at all. If you believe in Santa Claus then you can, and if they don't then they don't," Blaine told her, "I've always believed in Santa and I know he will always be with me right here," he pointed to his chest.

"So Santa Claus is in my heart?" Cassidy asked him pointing to her own chest.

"Yes," Blaine smiled and kissed the side of her head. "Does that answer your question?"

"I think so," Cassidy said, "Is Kurt going to be home soon?"

"He should be," Blaine said, "Were you getting hungry for dinner?"

Cassidy nodded her head, "Yeah."

"I'll text him and ask how much longer he is going to be," Blaine said to her and he dug his phone out from his pocket.

"Cassidy sleeping?" Kurt asked as he pulled the covers back.

"Just about," Blaine said following Kurt into bed. He grabbed his book from earlier to keep studying.

Kurt leaned his back against the wall, "Ready for your finals?"

"I think so," Blaine sighed, "I just want to make sure I got it down."

Kurt leaned over and kissed the top of Blaine's head, "That sounds like you. Anything exciting happen today?"

"Cassidy asked me if Santa was real," Blaine said.

"She did? Really?" Kurt asked him.

Blaine nodded his head, "Yeah."

"What did you tell her?" Kurt said lying down on his side to look at Blaine.

"I told her that if she wants to believe she can," Blaine shrugged, "And said it was more about the feeling in your heart."

"Oh," Kurt said turning to lay on his back.

Blaine looked over at his fiancé, "Would you have said something different?"

"What?" Kurt said sitting up, "No. It's just I remember the last year I believed in Santa."

Blaine set his book down, "When was that?"

"The year my mom passed away," Kurt sighed, "My dad and I celebrated Christmas, but I guess I just knew. Sort of one of those unspoken conversations my dad and I had."

"You were so young," Blaine said to him.

Kurt nodded, "How old were you?"

Blaine laughed, "Far too old. I sort of figured it out when I was eleven, but I choose to ignore it because I thought Santa wouldn't come. And I wanted him to come for Cassidy."

"You are adorable," Kurt laughed, "And your parents never really told you?"

"No they did," Blaine sighed, "They were driving me to my eighth grade orientation when we had the talk. I just sort of nodded my head and said I knew."

Kurt smiled as he wrapped an arm around Blaine's waist, "You're parents sound really amazing."

"They were," Blaine sighed.

Kurt held Blaine tighter, "I know we never talked about it, but we are engaged now and all."

"What is it?" Blaine asked him.

"This whole Santa thing," Kurt said, "I mean, I know how you and Cassidy do it, and that is sort of how I used to do it, but I don't want her missing out."

Blaine smiled, "Are you talking about for when we have our own kids?"
"Yeah," Kurt nodded.

Blaine thought for a moment, but as he was about to say something he then closed his mouth.

Kurt scooted to sit up, "I know we've talked about kids and everything, and that we want them, but you know it's part of those small asterisks."

"I get it," Blaine said, "How did your mom make Christmas special?"

Kurt looked up at Blaine, "Well I guess she made sure it was always magical. I remember when I was really little I was worried about the reindeer and said they needed a snack too. So my mom and I made them this vegetable medley for them. Leaving it on the lawn."

Blaine let out a giggle, "You realize how adorable that is."

"I know, you don't have to tease me," Kurt said playfully hitting Blaine's arm, "I guess my mom always made sure it was a happy time."

"That sounds perfect," Blaine said kissing Kurt's forehead.

Kurt smiled, "I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy our first Christmas in New York."

"Me too," Blaine smiled at Kurt.