Dec. 17, 2012, 4:10 p.m.
Yes, Maybe?: Woah Santa and Presents!
T - Words: 702 - Last Updated: Dec 17, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 16/? - Created: Dec 03, 2012 - Updated: Dec 17, 2012 478 0 0 0 0
"come on bro lets go!" Liza whispered to her little brother. It was Christmas morning and Liza had helped her brother out of his crib. The gate was locked so neither if them could go down and see if Santa came. Holding her brothers hand she pushed open the door to her dads room and yelled.
"GET UP!"
"I think Santa came!" she rushed to climb on the bed. Chris cried to be helped up. Blaine turned over as did Kurt. They both got like 4 hours of sleep. Took them at least an hour to set up Liza's new Barbie bike.
"one more hour please?" Kurt moaned.
"no daddy NOW!" she shifted and poked him on the shoulder. Blaine sat up and helped Chris on the bed. He had moved to his side and was protesting to be helped up.
"please?" Kurt was playing with her now. His eyes closed pretending he was asleep.
"No dadddyyy!" she cried. Kurt laughed and got up looking at his daughter.
"I'm only kidding baby girl." he smiled and pulled her close.
"let daddy get the camera first though, then you can open gifts." he smiled helped her off the bed and then helped himself out of bed. Blaine picked up CP and headed with his husband and daughter towards the gate. The four of them headed down the stairs. You couldn't see into the living room and Kurt had put up a curtain to hide anything. Blaine took CP to make coffee as Kurt ushered Liza into the kitchen to get the camera. Coffee made and camera ready Blaine set down CP and let him and Liza go open the curtain. With the camera on and recording Kurt looked at the kids and counted down.
"ok, 1...2...3..." he paused and looked at them.
"3 and a half." he continued on.
"hurry up daddy!" Liza protested.
"ok, go!" he smiled. They pushed through the curtain and stopped. The tree was on and bunches of presents lay under and around the tree. The amazement on their faces was priceless. It was the same every year for Liza but this was Chris' first real Christmas.
"A bike!" Liza smiled.
"Santa got me a bike!" she turned to look at her dads.
"wow..." Blaine smiled and helped Chris over to his new radio flyer trike.
"look buddy that's for you!" he smiled and set his son on it. Kurt looked over at the two of them and smiled he was happy.
"weeeee!" Chris smiled as he sat on his trike. Blaine laughed as the little guy got off and looked for something else with his name on it. Liza opened another gift this one being from Blaine. It was a Barbie complete with cosy jacket and really cool microphone. Chris had opened up a talking bear but was more interested in what Liza had opened. Getting up he went over to see what she had in her hands. Pulling on the box to see Liza jerked it away from him.
"MINE!" she yelled.
"Elizabeth Renée!" Kurt scolded. She sighed and let him look. Kurt smiled and called Chris over to open another one of his. This time a big tonka truck. He was in love.
"open!" he demanded.
"hold on buddy. We will. Just open something else first." Kurt sighed and hands him something else. As Liza was busy opening her presents Blaine came over with something for Kurt. Watching him open it Blaine smiled at Kurt.
"wow..." Kurt smiled looking at the watch.
"thanks babe." he smiled leaning to kiss Blaine.
"go get that little box over there." Kurt pointed. Grabbing it Blaine came back slowly opening the package to find a bowtie with little santa's on it.
"ohh I love it!" Blaine smiled. He leaned over kissed Kurt and then reached for his coffee taking a sip. Getting up and sitting on the couch the two of them watched as their kids continued to rip open more presents.
"Woah, Cool!" Liza smiled as she opened her own play microphone. It played music and she could sing to it. One present I regret buying. She never put that thing down.
"Successful Christmas?" Kurt asked his arm around Blaine.
"I think so." he smiled and kissed Kurt. Relaxing they enjoyed the magic of the moment letting it all sink in and watching the kids enjoy themselfs.