“Is she sleeping?”  Blaine whispers to Kurt who's tiptoeing it back from their daughter's room down the hallway.

“Out like a light.” Kurt replies as he sits himself down next to his husband. “We really need to convince her to leave out wine instead of milk next year.” Kurt moans as he leans forward to grab the glass of milk that's sitting on the coffee table in front of them.

“I can drink it if you want and you can have the cookies instead? Or I can pour it back in bottle and we can share the cookies?” Blaine suggests.

It's been a tradition for the Hummel-Anderson family ever since their daughter Alice was born 6 years ago, to leave milk and cookies out for Santa ever year, just like every other family with young children. Kurt refuses his offer and drinks as much as he can in one big gulp making sure to leave a tiny drop at the bottom.

“We can share the cookies” Kurt wiggles his eye brows suggestively to Blaine who has to stop himself from laughing to loud at the milk moustache that's now made its home on Kurt's upper lip.  

“What?”  Kurt asks. “What?”

“Oh nothing” Blaine hands Kurt the plate of cookies. He gets up and walks to a cupboard just to the side of the room. He opens it up and starts to collect as many presents as he can. He walks to the Christmas tree which is just off to the side of the room by a window that overlooks the Manhattan skyline.  He starts to place them around some of the gifts that are already there.

“Blaine!” Kurt moans as he takes a bite from one of the cookies.  Blaine just giggles as he heads back to pick up some more presents. Kurt huffs in anger as he heads to the mirror on the wall.

“OH MY GOD” Kurt whispers, he quickly wipes his upper lip with his sleeve. He turns back to Blaine and mouths “You're an evil man” to him as Blaine laughs once more.

“I can't wait to see her face in the morning” Blaine whispers as he stands up and admires his work.  “I wonder what Santa has brought me?”

“But you've been a very naughty boy.” Kurt says. Blaine bites his lip as he walks back over to Kurt, grabbing his waist to bring them in closer.

“I guess you must be on the naughty list to” Blaine whispers into his ear. He lets go of Kurt, sending a shocked oh from him.  He starts to turn off the lights.

“I do know one way to get us on the nice list” Blaine whispers again.

“And what must that be?” Kurt asks as he feels a pair of warm, soft hands grab his and begin to lead him down the hallway.

“If we go to bed before midnight” Blaine winks.