A bit of a continuation of yesterday's drabble.


"Oh God."

"Did I really wear you out that bad last night?" Blaine asked, stretching and pressing a good morning kiss to Kurt's cheek. "Because I'm pretty sure I did most of the work."

"No, no, I think I screwed up my neck after that fall," Kurt said, cupping a hand around the back of his throat. "It hurts just laying down, fuck."

"Let me see," Blaine said, gently coaxing Kurt to turn all the way onto his belly. He carefully straddled Kurt's back before probing around his neck. "Right here?"

"Ow! Yeah."

"Jesus, there's like a kink the size of a golf ball," Blaine said, feeling all around Kurt's throat. "Been stressed recently, honey?"

"Tis the season," Kurt said wryly.

Blaine started softly massaging Kurt's neck and shoulders, grateful that his mom's short-lived desire to become a massage therapist had taught him how to do this right. "Well, not today, okay? We're taking a holiday from the holidays."

"And what exactly - oh hell yes right there - are you proposing, B?"

"No Christmas shopping or present wrapping. No more preparing for any of the eight thousand parties we've been invited to. Instead, we're going to be tourists."

"Uh, we kind of live he-"

"I know," Blaine interrupted, pressing down harder on a stubborn knot. "But that's the beauty of it - we know we have the rest of our lives to hit every spot in the city. Today, we choose like three tops and spend all day exploring them to our hearts' content. They can be Christmassy or not, I don't care, but today we're taking a little time for ourselves."

"I have always wanted to hang out at Rockefeller Center…," Kurt mused, slowly going limp under Blaine's hands.

"Then let's do it. Maybe we can go skating again, reprise our duet from a couple years ago…."

"You're already trying to repeat Christmas songs this early in the game? For shame, Blaine. There are so many unexplored options still!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Blaine said, laughing lightly. "I haven't had any coffee yet, my brain's not awake."

"You're forgiven - for now. Full forgiveness must wait until after I hear what songs you've thought up once we get to the rink," Kurt said haughtily. Some of the grandeur was lost by the way he was practically purring under Blaine's touch, though.

"I won't let you down."

"You never do."