A/N: Just an idea that came to me. I know it's not December, or even near Christmas, but it just came to me. So Pipe Down!, and enjoy!

Elizabeth set up a plate of Christmas Cookies and milk on a table near the Christmas tree.

"Goodnight Daddy." The four your old said to one of her fathers. Her black curly hair tied in a bow and her candy cane pj's slightly stained from baking powder and glitter frosting.

"Night Lizzie!" Kurt picked up his daughter and walked upstairs to her and her brother's shared room.

Kurt and Blaine's son Finn Jr. checking under his bottom bunk bed for Jack Skellington.

"Daddy, where Jack Skewingtun?" His son attempted to say. Finn was a year younger than his sister. So he talked a little more baby-ish.

"Jack Skellington isn't real, Finn."

Finn gave a look of disappointment.

"Don't give me that look Finn, now get to bed, both of you. Otherwise I'll tell Santa to skip our house."

After having Finn, Kurt and Blaine decided to move back to Lima. It'd be easier for Burt and Carole to see them. And most of their friends were in Lima.

"BUT DADDY!" Lizzie and Finn whined in unison which made Kurt laugh.

"If you go to bed now, I'll tell Santa to leave you each a cookie!" They quickly went to their respective bunks on their shared bunk bed and slept.

By this time Blaine crept into the room.

"They're like little Angles!" Kurt put a finger to his lips, gesturing for Blaine to be quiet.

"Sorry Sweetie." Blaine said in a hushed voice.

Kurt and Blaine crept downstairs to finish wrapping the presents.

"So who's Santa this year, you or me?" Blaine asked, wrapping a teddy bear Rachel sent for Lizzie via airmail.

"You, as always."

Kurt put a hat onto Blaine's head, "Ho, Ho, Ho." Blaine responded, making the older man giggle and kiss his cheek.

After they finished wrapping the presents, Kurt straddled Blaine's lap and held a piece of mistletoe over him and Blaine's head.

Meanwhile their kids crept on the stairs quietly, and only saw the back of their Papa's head, thinking it was Santa.

"Least they can't claim Mommy kissed Santa Clause," Kurt remarked as he kissed Blaine sweetly on the lips.

Their daughter Lizzie shrieked but her brother covered her mouth before their Daddy and Papa heard anything.

Lizzie slapped Finn's hand and yelled, "DADDY, WHY YOU KISSING SANA?"

Kurt looked up at his daughter's mortified face and she ran up sobbing, one of her slippers falling off.

"You should be ashamed Daddy!" His son remarked as he stomped upstairs.

Kurt picked up his daughter's slipper and walked up the stairs.

The sight he saw, broke his heart.

His daughter was in a praying position, tears streaming down her face.

"Sweetheart?" She looked up at him, with those beautiful blue eyes she got from him.

"Honey, what you saw, it's not what it looks like."

"Daddy, you kiss Santa Clause. You bweak Papa's heart!" She sobbed out.

Kurt kneeled next to his daughter. "Honey, that wasn't Santa I kissed, it was Papa Blaine."

Elizabeth sat, legs crossed, next to her brother's bunk.

"Papa was wearing a Santa hat, that's all. I'd never cheat on Papa Blaine, is that clear?" Kurt said with sympathy for his sweet, innocent daughter.

She nodded and hugs him tightly.

"Now how about you and Finn get to bed before Santa actually gets here." She nods again and gets into bed, after giving her Daddy a kiss on the cheek.

"Night Daddy." Elizabeth laid in her brother's bunk, as Finn fell asleep in her's out of rage from his father.

"Night baby girl. Dream of sugarplums for Papa and me." She smiles in her sleep and Blaine walks in, standing next to his husband.

"How did we become so lucky?" Blaine asked.

"We met at Dalton, and then everything else fell into place." Kurt said with a smile.

Kurt and Blaine soon fell asleep in each other's arms, in their bed. Dreaming about all the Christmases they were so lucky to share together.