Kurt had heard the front door open and close several times, accompanied by the running of feet, but he refused to look up from his magazine. With the hoopla of Christmas around the corner and orders coming in faster than he knew how to fill them, this was the first time in weeks hed been able to just sit and read. There were other competent adults in the house that were more than capable of wrangling a few rowdy kids stringing lights. So it wasnt until Blaine plopped down on the sofa beside him, giggling, that Kurt even raised his head, wondering why the interruption.

He looked at Blaines face, his pinched lip, squinty eyes, and trembling cheeks holding back a rain of laughter, and smiled. He couldnt help it. Excited Blaine was just too adorable. "Well, well, well, why are you so giddy?"

Blaine took a deep breath and sighed as if, whatever was on his mind, it had come at long last. "Kurt, today I have realized a tremendous dream."

"Really?" Kurt closed his magazine, so intrigued, he forgot to stick something between the pages to hold his place.

"Really. A dream Ive had since I was a child."

"Well, dont keep me in suspense! Tell me!"

"Guess."

"Grr!" Kurt growled. He hated guessing games. But for the sake of the goofy smile on Blaines face, he played along. "You … got confirmation on your new recording contract?"

"Not yet," Blaine said, but that didnt dim his smile, so whatever it was, it had to be bigger.

"Oo! You won the auction for that vintage guitar you wanted?"

"Meh. They found out who ExSingGuy86 was and offered to sell it to me at a discount. So I just went ahead and bought it. But thats not it."

"Not the guitar, huh?" Kurt muttered, stalling as he racked his brain to remember the many times they had talked about Blaines childhood dreams, and narrowing down which one could have come true moments ago. "Oh! You got the star! On the Walk of Fame!"

Blaine shook his head, but proudly since Kurt had yet to guess correct. "Havent found out about that yet either."

"Blaine!" Kurt whined. "I have no idea! Tell me!"

Blaine started humming a song Kurt could barely make out, but it was such familiar music that it struck a chord in his head, and he immediately knew the words.

He frowned.

"Blaine," Kurt said, smile fading to nothing more than a line, his eyes under-amused, "is there an eight foot inflatable snowman in the front yard?"

"May-be …" Blaine bit his lip harder, giggling again.

Kurt sighed. "And a six foot reindeer?"

Blaine didnt answer, smiling until it overwhelmed his face.

Kurt shook his head, but he wasnt angry. Its just that he and Blaine had been on the edge of their seats waiting for news of so many things that Christmas decorations, to Kurt, were kind of a letdown. But he had forgotten what Blaines life had been like since he left his parents home. Without love, without a family, things like Christmas meant little else than another press tour, another Christmas special, another opportunity to plug Sing any chance he got, his image slapped on everything from calendars, to ornaments, to paper plates.

It made him embarrassed and sick.

But this Christmas, he was far from any of that. All he felt was joy. Now that he had a house filled with love and kids, Blaine had started recapturing the things hed missed out on, even if a few of them could be considered adolescent.

Lawn ornaments, apparently, were a part of that. At Blaines house growing up, inflatable Christmas decorations were considered too tacky for his parents to allow. A decade or two ago, Kurt might have agreed.

Having kids made Kurt realize that when it came to making someone happy, theres no such thing as tacky.

"Show me," Kurt commanded, holding out his hand for Blaines phone because he just knew Blaine had taken pictures. Hed probably uploaded them to Facebook, too, but taking Blaines phone was easier. Kurt opened Blaines gallery, and the first picture that came up was of Blaine posing in front of – he guessed it - a gigantic snowman. But it had to have been taken by Eva because it was slightly blurry and titled to the left. Kurt swiped through picture after picture of Blaine and Eva with the snowman, Eva and Finn with the snowman, Barbra and Elphie with the reindeer, then the whole group of them gathered around these inflated monstrosities … looking happier than ever.

Kurt enlarged the image of the snowman, and focused in on the stakes.

"Blaine? Did you use the knots we learned in Shibari class to tie them down?"

"Yup," Blaine admitted, bouncing on his couch cushion with glee.

"Ha" - Kurt nodded in appreciation of his skill - "Impressive. I heartily approve."

"You do?" Blaine asked, the sub in him needing his Doms approval, even for silly little things like this – things that he didnt talk over with Kurt beforehand because he didnt always have to. The house, for example, belonged to everyone who lived in it as far as Kurt was concerned. Everyone had a say as to what went inside, outside, or up on the walls … within reason.

But reassurance and positive affirmation (of the genuine variety) was something Blaine needed. It was something that, in the past, he hadnt always gotten enough of.

And he had starved emotionally for lack of it.

"Does it make you happy, love?" Kurt asked.

"Yes," Blaine said, less giddy, more subdued, the way he behaved when he came to Kurt as a submissive instead of as a lover.

"Then, yes" - Kurt put an arm around Blaines shoulders and hugged him tight, making up for all the years he wasnt held by arms that truly loved him - "I definitely approve."