Kind of cracky, but in the good way (I hope).

Kurt gets ambushed the second he comes home from class.

"Merry Christmas!" Blaine says, pecking a kiss to Kurt's lips before he's even properly inside.

"Wha - oh," Kurt says, looking up as he feels something brushing the top of his coif. "Mistletoe."

"It was on sale at the corner market," Blaine explains. "I couldn't not get it."

"Understandable," Kurt says. He finally gets inside and hangs up his coat before leaning in and kissing Blaine again. "There. I was too surprised to kiss back the first time."

"Still not the worst ki-"

"We agreed to never speak of that again!" Kurt interrupts, glaring at Blaine. "For even trying to mention it, you have to make dinner tonight."

"It was already my turn to make dinner, babe," Blaine teases, unfazed. "It's almost done, go pour yourself something to drink and take a seat while I finish up."

"You're the best," Kurt says, smiling. He loves that most days, one of them can always be home to start dinner while the other has class or work - it saves so much stress. As he walks toward the kitchen, he feels another brush at the top of his head. "Another one?"

"I told you, on sale," Blaine says, pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek and sneaking around him to get to the kitchen-slash-dining room. "It's festive!"

"It's going to give me chapped lips," Kurt replies, entering the kitchen to see more mistletoe over the sink, stove, and dining table. "Or was lip balm on sale too?"

"Check the medicine cabinet," Blaine says with a wink and a pop of his hips.

"I really don't know if you're kidding," Kurt says, heading for their bedroom. "I swear to God, if our bathroom is covered in - holy mother of Christ."

"On-"

"There is no way this much mistletoe was on sale," Kurt hisses. He can hardly believe what he's seeing: every inch of their headboard is covered in green clusters, as is the door to the room, the closet, and the en-suite. Kurt even thinks he can see another sprig on the showerhead through the partially open door to the bathroom. "Did you ask why it was all on sale? If you've infested our house with mistletoe lice or something-"

"They apparently ordered two thousand bunches instead of two hundred," Blaine says, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist from behind. "It's got organic pesticide sprayed on it too, I asked. It really was astonishingly cheap."

"But with all this mistletoe above our bed, how will we ever get to sleep on Christmas Eve?" Kurt asks, playfully innocent. Now that he's over his shock, he's onboard with Blaine's over-the-top decorations. "We don't want Santa to skip us!"

"I've got some ideas…."

(Sure enough, Kurt's asleep by 9:45 on Christmas Eve, snuggled up underneath cozy blankets, Blaine's arm, and some slowly wilting sprigs of mistletoe. The amount of lip balm he has on shines almost blindingly in the moonlight.)