A/N: Merry Christmas, Dear Readers! Here's a little drabble for you!
For those of you reading The Boy Next Door- I might have a chapter up over my Christmas Break. (:
A miniscule beam of light peeked through the thin, sheer curtains of the Hummel-Anderson's bed room, and though it was small, it nevertheless stirred Kurt Hummel-Anderson from his sleep. He was always a light sleeper, sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse. But today it was okay. Most Tuesday's off, he would've liked to have slept in. But it was Christmas. His first Christmas as a married man.
Kurt blinked his tired eyes open, smiling at the light tickle from his husband's breath on the back of his neck. It felt warm and even, comforting and just… perfect. Aside from the morning breath. But it was Blaine and it was Christmas, their first as husbands. Who cared?
Kurt let his hands slide up from his side to Blaine's, which were connected at the front of the older man's torso. Kurt's cold hands flinched against Blaine's hot ones, the latter scared of waking his husband up. Kurt brought his hands together to warm them before placing them on Blaine's, relaxing at the warm touch of his soul mate.
Kurt laid there, eyes fluttering shut again, a smile laced on his lips. He tuned into Blaine's breaths, counting the seconds between each inhale and exhale that danced on his neck. As he dozed off into dream land once again, Kurt couldn't tell if the lips on his neck were dream or reality. But he didn't care. It was Blaine either way.
Kurt felt his hands move at the mercy of Blaine's, Kurt now focused out of his daze. Blaine laced his fingers between Kurt's and planted another soft kiss on the older man's neck, inhaling sharply. Both men smiled, trying to snuggle impossibly closer to one another. Blaine lips hovered over the crevice of Kurt's neck.
"Merry Christmas." He whispered almost inaudibly, his lips closing down on the millimeter of space them and Kurt's neck. Kurt smiled and inhaled, fluttering his eyes open to face his curtains.
"Merry Christmas." Kurt whispered back. Blaine moved slightly so Kurt could face him, their lips meeting for the first time that morning. As Kurt pulled away, he rested his forehead on Blaine's, slowly and reluctantly opening his eyes. When they focused, blue met hazel, hazel met blue.
"I love you." Kurt whispered, closing his eyes and reattaching his lips to Blaine's, as though he couldn't survive without them.
"I love you, too." Blaine whispered, pulling himself away from Kurt for a split second to say it, his breath roaming on Kurt's soft lips.
When Kurt broke the kiss, he leaned his head on Blaine's chest, once again intertwining his hands with Blaine's.
"I don't want to get up." Blaine said, his voice hoarse, yet beautiful from a long nights rest. Kurt let out a small giggle, and sighing.
"Me either."
"But we have to." Blaine said, sighing.
"No we don't. We don't have to." Kurt protested, fluttering his eyes shut again, Blaine's heartbeat lulling him back to sleep.
"Yes we do."
"Who says?" Kurt mumbles, squeezing Blaine's hand.
"My Bladder."
Kurt opened his eyes and stared up at Blaine, who was already looking down at him. The older man simply laughed, lifting his head up very slightly to meet with Blaine's lips.
"And it's Christmas." Blaine added as Kurt's head softly plopped down on his husband's shoulder.
"Fine." Kurt pouted
"But on one condition."
Blaine raised an eyebrow at his husband, but smiled, waiting for his term.
"Kiss me." Kurt whispered, smiling up at Blaine. He grinned, smiling down at his boyfriend before meeting his lips with Kurt's, not for the first time and not for the last.
"Our first Christmas as husbands." Kurt whispered as Blaine broke away from his lips.
"The first of many."
