A/N: I finished this in a bit of a rush since I have so many projects nagging at me to be brought to life, especially after my brief - but yet way WAY too long - absence from writing and posting. I hope it does nevertheless not disappoint. Let me know?
"So where is Finn's corpse? Have you already picked a spot in the garden to bury him?" Blaine asked smirking wide as he turned to look at Kurt and Santana.
Santana snapped back with a grin of her own "Anderson, don't be ridiculous. Do you know how hard the ground is in this weather?"
Kurt decidedly ignored the madness he was anyway slowly growing used to those two cooking up whenever together and instead smiled at Mike and Tina, "You have no idea how glad I am you are here. Apart from very likely going insane when left alone with those two, Blaine and I would kill ourselves trying to get anything of that roof on our own."
"What can we do?" Mike asked, clearly excited to have an opportunity to put his excellent sense of balance to good use.
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"This is it," Tina said handing Kurt another chain of lights then climbing back in through the window before holding out a hand to help Mike back into the warmth as well.
"Thank you," Mike said with a bright smile, pulling Tina into a hug and placing a gentle kiss to her hair.
"My pleasure," Tina replied smiling brightly, Mike sighing with contentment as they separated again.
Looking around Mike asked, "Where did the others go?"
"I think I have an idea. You know how Santana still kind of isn't exactly best friends with Finn, like, at all?" Tina asked with a smirk. "I think her and Kurt have finally found more than both having made out with Brittany at some point in their lives to bond over."
With that Tina grabbed a skeptical looking Mike's hand and lead him down the hall towards Finn's bedroom.
Sure enough, Kurt, Santana and Blaine had taken full advantage of the other boy's absence.
"Wow," was all Mike could bring himself to say.
Every surface possible was covered in lights now, someone had even attempted to spell out words with some of the more flexible chains.
"What does that say?" Tina asked, still tilting her head in all kinds of ways, trying but unable to make out the spelling.
Both Kurt and Blaine looked at Santana who was standing in between them simply smirking as she plugged said chain into one of the many extension cords strewn around the room.
"I was going for imbecile first, but eventually settled on adding moron as well. Wouldn't want Finn not to understand an insult when I'm not here to explain to him how much he should be offended."
"I'm hungry now. Let's have some lunch," Kurt said, making to leave the room, quickly followed by his friends who felt equally exhausted.
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"Those sandwiches were amazing Mike," Santana sounded surprised, "Where did you learn to make them this way?"
"My mom," Mike said with a happy smile, "She is great at a lot of things."
"I'd say," Santana confirmed with a smile and acknowledging nod. "She is hot too."
"Santana!" A chorus of voices met her viciously happy smirk.
"What! Come on, like none of you had ever thought it before," Santana added still smirking.
While Kurt was busy throwing her his best bitch please look, Tina just pulled a face mumbling something along the lines of "That would be just creepy." Blaine offered Mike an apologetic look, who was just sitting there shaking his head, but smiling a little too. He had heared it before, after all, and somehow it was much less unsettling coming from Tana, than from some of the idiot jocks in the football team Mike couldn't help but think.
Santana was still smirking when they heard the front door open and close, and a moment later Finn stumbled into the kitchen, barely saying hi and quickly on his way up the stairs with a cold drink from the fridge in hand.
Santana could not help herself, "Three, Two, One."
"What the hell happened to my room?" Finn's voice echoed through the whole house, that was until everyone in the kitchen burst into loud laughter.
"Anyone still up for shopping?" Kurt asked.
Tina looked fantastically excited, "You will come with us? That is just brilliant. I so can use your help." She took Kurt a little to the side as they all busied themselves putting on their winter coats, scarves and some of them even mittens. "It might be my last Christmas with Mike, and he has been so wonderful this year, I need it to be perfect. I have it down to two ideas but I just cannot decide for sure. It will be so good to know you are there to help me make up my mind."
"Of course I will Tina," Kurt said leaning over and placing a sweet little peck on Tina's cheek.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Tina exclaimed throwing her arms around Kurt's neck and hugging him tight.
Kurt caught both Blaine and Mike affectionately smiling at them.
They were already half-way out the door, Mike and Tina holding hands, as were Blaine and Kurt, and Santana on the phone to Brittany, asking if she wanted to join them for the afternoon, when they heard someone coming down the stairs, which of course they all knew could only be Finn, "What did you do to my room?"
Santana, with a soft smile on her lips, quickly told Brittany where they'd meet then hung up and turned to Finn, the smile turning into a smirk, but Kurt beat her to it.
"In the Christmas spirit we simply put up some lights. Don't you like it?" he said before closing the door behind them.
They heard the faint grumble of Finn's voice before the door closed completely "Morons yourselves."
"So he can read," Santana said with as serious an expression as she could still manage, a smile already tugging at her lips, before they all, once again, burst into laughter.
They drove off to pick up Brittany from her volunteering job at an animal shelter, which none of them but Santana had known about before today.
With Santana driving, Kurt was thankful for the opportunity to snuggle into Blaine's side on the backseat, whispering to his boyfriend, "Much better day than I had dared to hope for after this morning."
Blaine hummed in appreciation, taking Kurt into his arms, both boys intertwining their hands and fingers, in a way so thorough, they knew by the action alone there was nowhere either of them would rather be.