It was Christmas Eve. Kurt was dancing round the kitchen to Let It Snow, remembering fondly the song he and Blaine sang in his senior year. Elizabeth was sat in her high chair, giggling at her father and bobbing her feet along to the music. Blaine, himself, had gone out to get last minute food for dinner tomorrow – they were hosting dinner the next day and Kurt had wanted to make sure EVERYTHING was perfect.

Kurt sang along to the radio happily, grabbing Lizzie’s hands and swaying them from side to side for a bit. Christmas always put Kurt into a happy mood but this year he was the happiest – it was his first Christmas with his baby, he finally had someone to spoil other than Blaine!

Kurt eyed the clock on the wall …nearing 7 ‘o’ clock. “Come on Lizzie, bed time. Santa will not come!” he said to his daughter winking, lifting her out of her chair. He carried her upstairs; she was almost half-asleep anyway so Kurt was pretty sure she would sleep quickly. He stroked her hand as her eyes closed sleepily. Kurt kissed her forehead and made his way back downstairs.

Once back in the kitchen, he checked over the food he had already prepared earlier that day, he just wanted everything for Elizabeth’s first Christmas to be perfect. There was a scramble of a key in the lock and then he heard Blaine’s voice call out “Kurt?”

“Kitchen” he replied. Blaine pulled off his coat and scarf and draped them over a chair as he entered the kitchen. He dumped the plastic bag he was carrying on the table and began to pack away the fresh fruit that Kurt had asked him to get and he had managed to find some of the honeycomb ice cream Kurt liked so much. Kurt saw him pull the ice-cream out of the bag and he shouted “yay! You got me my ice-cream”

“Anything for you honey” Blaine said winking. Blaine suddenly walked over to the iPod docking station they have on the kitchen countertop. He flicked through the song list until the opening piano chords of ‘Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas’ began to play. Kurt smiled as Blaine reached out his hand and gestured for Kurt to take it. He pulled Kurt into a half-hug, half-swaying dance as he began to sing along to the tune softly

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight”

Blaine kept hold of Kurt’s hand and span him out of the embrace before pulling him back again, just as quickly.

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on, 
our troubles will be miles away.”

Kurt rested his head on Blaine’s shoulders as they slow-danced round the kitchen.

“Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.”

Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt’s waist as he went into the last verse.

“Through the years 
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.”

As the song ended, he dipped Kurt and said “Merry Christmas Kurt” before reaching his head down to press his lips to Kurt’s. Kurt sighed happily into the kiss, bringing his hand up to cup Blaine’s cheek, deepening the kiss slightly. After a few moments, Kurt pulled away and whispered “Love you” , taking Blaine’s hand and leading him to the couch. After all, Lizzie was upstairs and she was far too young for that kind of trauma.

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“Morning” Blaine whispered in Kurt’s ear as he reached over from his side of the bed to hug his husband.

“Morning gorgeous” Kurt smiled, his eyes slowly opening. He turned over to face Blaine “Merry Christmas Blaine”

“Merry Christmas Kurt” Blaine returned the greeting with a smile and a quick peck on the lips. Elizabeth began crying quickly for her morning feed. Blaine forced himself out of bed and wandered towards her room. “What are you crying for baby? It’s Christmas! Happy Christmas Darling!” he said, lifting her up and kissing her on the forehead. He carried her downstairs, balancing her on his hip and he yawned slightly as he moved to sit on the sofa, with Lizzie on his lap, who was clutching her bottle eagerly.

Blaine was staring at the Christmas tree, a wistful expression on his face – like Kurt he loved Christmas, especially now he was with his own family. Not his parents, they couldn’t care less, he didn’t have to bother with them anymore. Then he remembered his brother and reminded himself to call him later. He had already sent Cooper and his wife their presents, Kurt had picked them out but nevertheless, it’s the thought that counts.

Kurt came downstairs, wearing a grey jumper with snowflakes on it and he threw a similar looking red one at Blaine. “What is this?” Blaine said laughing.

“It’s Christmas. It’s embarrassing jumper time” Kurt said. “Put it on!” Blaine tried to keep a stern face but he couldn’t help but surrender and he pulled the jumper over his head.

“Much better” Kurt said, satisfied, settling himself onto the sofa next to Blaine. “Merry Christmas Lizzie” he said to his daughter, hugging her best he could while she was still perched on Blaine’s lap.

“So, breakfast or presents first?” Blaine asked, happily. Elizabeth perked up at the word presents.

Kurt moved all the presents from under the tree and placed them in piles as to who they were for and the three of them sat on the floor with their respective gifts.

Elizabeth set to work quickly, ripping paper off gifts as fast as she could. “Yay” she exclaimed happily. Kurt and Blaine waited for her to finish, laughing at her eagerness. After 10 minutes or so, she had three new outfits, two pairs of shoes, three new dolls, a cuddly puppy stuffed toy and various other items.

Amber the kitten, who had now grown a little bigger, had wandered into the living room where they were sat and was entertaining herself with Elizabeth’s discarded wrapping paper. “We didn’t forget you, you know Amber” Kurt said, pushing a little box towards Amber. The kitten patted it with her paw warily before pouncing and attacking it. Kurt laughed and ended up taking the box off the kitten before she ruined it completely. Inside was a little white cuddly toy mouse with a bell attached to its tail and a box of kitten treats. Amber looked satisfied, pulling the little mouse towards her with her paw and playing with it merrily.

Blaine had begun to open his presents - from Elizabeth (with obvious input from Kurt) he had a photo frame with a picture of him and Elizabeth together and engraved in the wood it said ‘Merry Christmas Daddy’ and from Kurt, he had a new bowtie (he seemed to get one every year), some of the fancy chocolate he liked, a new shirt and … “OH MY GOD! Kurt! It’s lovely!” Blaine shouted. In his hand he held a little box which inside was an engraved guitar pick, stating the words ‘For you, my love’.

“Thank you” Blaine crawled across the floor to kiss Kurt on the lips briefly and then hugged him before shuffling back to his original position on the carpet.

Finally Kurt opened his presents. From Elizabeth, he received a scarf. From Blaine, some books he had been hinting at for a while, a pair of new jeans, a picture of him, Finn, Rachel and Blaine put in a special glass frame and inside a white envelope “TICKETS FOR WICKED? Aw, Blaine! You know my weakness”

“It’s not like you’ve seen it a thousand times but I feel this time may be different.” Kurt looked at him confused for a moment but then leant forward to hug Blaine thank you.

DING-DONG

Kurt and Blaine both made their way to the door knowing there would be hugs for everyone. “Merry Christmas, you two!” Rachel cried. Kurt made to give her a hug but she stepped back and held up a little green plant above his and Blaine’s head, raising her eyebrows as she did. Kurt laughed and turned to peck Blaine on the lips quickly.

Rachel then moved the mistletoe to above her head and asked innocently “Where’s mine?” Kurt rolled his eyes but kissed her cheek swiftly. Rachel then motioned for Blaine to do the same. “Merry Christmas Rach” he said, amused.  Kurt and Blaine both moved on to hug Finn, Burt and Carole. Well, Blaine made to shake Burt’s hand but Burt shook his head and said “How many times Blaine? You can hug me!” wrapping his arms firmly around his son-in-law.

Everyone had reached that point in the day when they had finished dinner and were all slowly going into food comas. “That was great Kurt. Want me to help clear up?” his step-mother asked him.

“Later, not now, losing will to ever stand up ever again” Kurt mumbled, leaning back in his chair.

“So Kurt, Blaine got you Wicked Tickets, huh?” Rachel asked him, not hiding the grin on her face.

“Yeah, why? Apparently it’s gonna be different this time.” He said. He then stopped short, and his eyes widened. “No. Rachel… you…you got the part?!” he cried, his voice getting louder with every word.

“Kinda, maybe. YES!” she exclaimed, beaming back at her best friend.

“Ah! Oh my god, I’m so happy for you! Well Done! You deserve it!” he reached across the table to grab her hand and squeezed it tightly.

Everything was going well for Kurt at the moment – his best friend was achieving her dreams, he had the world’s best husband, a beautiful daughter and a fantastic job.  

Blaine looked over at Kurt, whose eyes were tearing up slightly, “You okay?”

“I’m fine. Best Christmas Ever” Kurt replied, sighing and leaning his head on Blaine’s shoulder.