“Mmm. I could just stay right here forever, couldn’t you?” Blaine murmured sleepily, his head dropping down to rest on Kurt’s shoulder.

Kurt glanced down at the curly head and grinned. He felt the muscles in Blaine’s jaw work as he yawned.

“Blaine, this is one of the best parts!” he exclaimed, gesturing at the TV with his mug of hot chocolate as he shrugged his shoulder, forcing Blaine to sit upright again. “You can’t fall asleep yet.”

Blaine yawned hugely again, glaring at Kurt in mock annoyance. “You’ve seen It’s A Wonderful Life like a thousand times, Kurt. You can quote almost the whole thing, why do you even need to watch it again?”

“Because you haven’t seen it before! I can’t believe you’ve never seen it, given your love of all that is old-fashioned and classic,” Kurt replied as he took another sip of his hot chocolate.

“Hey, I have too seen it!”

Kurt raised his eyebrows. Blaine faltered. “I mean, not since I was little, and I can’t even remember what happens, but I have seen it.”

“Sure, whatever you say, Blaine.” Kurt gasped as Blaine poked him in the ribs before snuggling back into his side and resting his head on Kurt’s shoulder once more.

After a few minutes, Blaine was yawning again. “Maybe we shouldn’t have spiked the hot chocolate,” he said around another yawn. “It’s just making me sleepy.”

Blaine’s parents were out of town for the weekend, so they had the house to themselves. They’d decided to kick off Kurt’s short two weeks back in Lima with a Christmas movie marathon, and feeling a little rebellious, had snuck into Blaine’s father’s liquor cabinet to put a splash of whiskey in each of their mugs.

“Well, sleeping is better than some of the other things you do when you’ve got alcohol in your system,” Kurt replied. Blaine just grunted noncommittally.

Kurt watched the movie, mouthing along with the dialog and nudging Blaine every so often to keep him awake. But he was starting to get uncomfortably hot, and when he felt the first bead of sweat slide down his spine, he had to speak up.

“Blaine, honey, this is all lovely, but between the hot chocolate, the fireplace, the blanket, and you, I’m kind of roasting here.

“Just take off your sweater,” he replied, but he sat up and detached himself from Kurt’s side as he did so, tugging on the sleeve of Kurt’s uncharacteristically casual sweatshirt.

“But then my arms will get cold,” Kurt pouted.

“No they won’t, I promise. Here, let me show you,” Blaine said as he grabbed Kurt’s mug and set it on the coffee table next to his own. He wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist, gently working the sweatshirt up his torso, fingers lightly caressing Kurt’s ribs through his soft, thin t-shirt.

Kurt giggled and squirmed at the teasing touch. “Blaine Anderson, are you trying to feel me up?”

“I might be,” Blaine replied with a devilish grin as he finally pulled the sweater all the way off, tossing it over the back of the couch.

Kurt immediately clasped his arms together, shivering. “See, told you I’d be cold.”

“I’m not done yet, Mr. Dramatic. And that’s just the sweat drying, anyway.”

“Ugh,” Kurt shuddered. “Just hearing that word grosses me out.”

Blaine smiled and rolled his eyes as he shifted as far back into the couch cushions as he could get before wrapping his arm around Kurt again and tugging them both down until they were spooning on the couch. He adjusted the blanket over both of them, then slipped his arm back inside to drape across Kurt’s chest, holding him close even though it mean Kurt’s sweaty back was pressed into his chest.

“There. Not cold now, are you?” Blaine asked as he pressed a quick kiss into Kurt’s hair.

“Nope. But a lot more concerned than I was before about you falling asleep back there!”

Blaine rested his chin on Kurt’s shoulder so he could look down into his eyes. “I guess I can stay awake for the rest of this one if we can watch Elf next.”

“Fine, you win,” Kurt sighed. “But I will never understand how you can prefer Will Ferrell to Jimmy Stewart!”

“I didn’t say I prefer it, I just like that it’s funny.”

“Yes, dear, I know you think it’s hilarious,” Kurt said as he rolled his eyes. “And you can’t make fun of me for knowing all of George Bailey’s lines when every other text I got from you this month said ‘I like smiling! Smiling’s my favorite!’”

“Well then, should we call a truce?” Blaine asked. “No judging each other’s favorite Christmas movies?”

Kurt frowned and squinted, pretending to consider, before grinning wide and nodding his agreement. “Truce!”

Blaine leaned down to press a quick kiss to Kurt’s lips before settling back in behind him, pulling him close and molding perfectly to his body so there wasn’t an inch of space between them. He kept his eyes on the TV screen as he nuzzled into the back of Kurt’s neck, and though he knew it was horribly cheesy, he couldn’t help but think of how it really was a wonderful life.