Kurt shifted in Blaine's arms and giggled. "I can't believe you still own full sets of pajamas," he said. 

Blaine mock-gasped and looked down at his reindeer clad footie pajamas. "It's Christmas Eve, Kurt! I have to show my spirit somehow!"

"Blaine, you're almost thirty five," Kurt gently reminded him, poking him in the ribs and making him squirm. "Though you may as well be eight." 

"Eight and a half," Blaine muttered.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Of course."

Blaine huffed out a sigh and tightened his arms around Kurt's waist. "If I wasn't so comfy I'd get up and make some hot chocolate." The weather in New York was currently frost bite inducing, making everyone stay inside at all costs. Kurt and Blaine's small home was pretty warm, but once in awhile it would get chilly. 

"Somebody's lazy," Kurt sing-songed. 

Blaine stuck his tongue out at his husband and Kurt scrunched his face up. "You married a lazy guy, I suppose." 

Kurt sighed dramatically. "Guess so. Is it too late to back out?" 

Blaine nodded. "I'm afraid it is. You're stuck with me." 

"At least you make a good pillow," Kurt said. "And you're not too bad to look at." 

Blaine chuckled. "Now who's the immature one?" 

"Still you. I know for a fact that you left some cookies out for Santa." Kurt raised an eyebrow and Blaine blushed. 

"What? The guy gets hungry. He travels all over the world, Kurt," Blaine replied seriously. Kurt laughed and buried his head in Blaine's neck to muffle the sound.

"You're ridiculous," Kurt murmured.

"But you still love me," Blaine said. 

"I do."