A/N: I do not own the characters; they belong to FOX and CP Coulter. Story is influenced the song "12 Pains of Christmas" by Bob Rivers.
"Ok. I've sent off cards to Derek and his family, my family, your family, your mother, Kurt and Blaine, Bailey, all the other various Warblers and their families, Clark, Cameron, Justin, Carmen...is there anyone I'm missing?" Julian laid his head down on his desk, glaring at Logan, who was relaxing comfortably on the couch reading a book while Julian rambled on about Christmas cards.
"What about Reed and Shane?"
"They count as 'various Warblers.'"
"Huh. Well what about Martha?"
"Who the hell is Martha?" Julian sat up and took a long sip of his coffee.
"You know, Martha." Logan set his book down before getting up and standing behind Julian, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the top of Julian's head. "Wes' wife."
"Ex-wife."
"You seemed to like her well enough while they were together."
"But they're not anymore. Why should she get a Christmas card from us?"
"How else is she going to live with herself for screwing up a perfectly good relationship if she can't even stay friends with the great Julian Larson-Wright?" Logan asked, chuckling quietly. Julian pushed himself away from the desk, gathering up all the cards.
"Serves her right for cheating on him. Besides, he's happier now without her."
"Remember when we hated everyone in Windsor?" Logan asked, resting his chin on Julian's head. Julian moved his head out from under Logan, shifting and pecking Logan lightly on the lips before he got up from the desk.
"Remember when we weren't in love?"
"Horrible times."
"Exactly." Julian shot Logan a knowing smile before shoving the stack of Christmas cards in his hands. "Here. You get to address these and take them to the post office. I'm done." Julian padded away from the desk and went into the kitchen to put his mug away.
"You know if you leave me responsible for these I'll probably lose them, and then our promise to actually get our cards out on time this year will be broken!" Logan called after Julian. Julian stuck his head out from the kitchen, flashing Logan a flirtatious smile.
"Oh broken promises. You would have made a fabulous politician."
"Oh don't be a meanie." Logan replied before dropping the cards on the desk to be dealt with later while he chased Julian into their bedroom.