I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters…

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Well, this was a Christmas fic…but its New Year's…oops. Better late than never? Maybe I'll write a New Year's fic for Valentines? Probably not. Lol. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy this short little fic anyway. HAPPY NEW YEAR! I wanted to give a very special shout out to my new friend in Finland! Wow. I've been meaning to thank you for your wonderful review. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Your review made my day! I can't respond directly to guest reviews, but I couldn't ignore your kind words. Thank you. :)

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Kurt scratched at his face for the hundredth time.

"I don't understand," Rich complained, "You have a beard, how can that one bother you?"

"I almost don't want to ask where you got this one," Kurt complained, "What's it made out of?"

"Yeah," Rich looked away with a little smile, "You probably shouldn't ask."

Jane and Tasha shared a look before exchanging a smile.

"It's not funny," Kurt insisted, "I think I'm getting a rash."

Jane looked up at him with a sympathetic smile, "Think of all the good you're doing," She came over, pulled down the irritating beard and rubbed his face gently before leaning in and giving him a smooch.

Rich was watching them with a big grin.

"At least it stopped his complaining," Tasha looked over her shoulder at Reade and Patterson.

Jane pulled back and with his arms still holding her against him Kurt smiled down at her without any embarrassment.

"This was not on my Christmas list as things I wanted to see…" Tasha warned them.

"It was the only thing on mine," Kurt said rubbing his nose against Janes.

"Okay…okay," Patterson prudently intervened. "Are we ready?"

Jane tugged on the short skirt uncomfortably. It didn't get any longer.

"Ready," She agreed knowing the tights she was wearing covered her leg tats.

"Why do we have to carry all the presents?" Rich complained, "Shouldn't Santa be carrying the bag?"

"We're elves," Read reminded him, "You know Santa's helpers…"

"I should have been Santa," Rich complained picking up the heavy bag with a disgruntled expression.

"You said you would kill the first kid that kneed you in the…"

"I remember what I said," Rich interrupted, "Did you wear a jock strap?"

Kurt looked at Rich in exasperation, "You weren't serious."

"You'll see," Rich insisted, "It happens…"

"When did you ever play Santa Clause?" Patterson scoffed.

"Well, it wasn't Santa," Rich confessed, "I was one of those Disney Park employees…you know with the costume."

"You worked at the happiest place on Earth?" Reade tried to imagine that in his head.

"Only like for a day…" Rich insisted, "They had an exhibit that I really wanted to get my hands on…"

"You were there to steal?" Tasha stopped and looked at him.

"I got over it," Rich argued, "Once you've been kicked…there…other things don't matter so much anymore. You'll see…"

Jane was the one that was looking concerned now.

"They aren't going to kick me," Kurt assured her, "I'm giving them presents…"

The team wasn't working. This was their day off. It was Patterson that had told them about the home for disadvantage kids. They'd coordinated with the Director and picked out gifts that the children wanted and needed. Kurt was playing Santa, with Reade and Rich as his helper elves. Tasha, Jane and Patterson were also elves, but they obviously looked the part more than either Reade or Rich.

It started off well enough. The kids had gotten very excited when the gifts were handed out. Nobody tried to kick Kurt anywhere offensive and they were smiling as they watched the kids play with their toys when it happened.

The door burst opened and a group of tough looking men entered.

Jane and Tasha were the closest to the door and watched as the director tried to stop the men from coming inside.

Knowing the children hadn't seen what was happening yet, Jane and Tasha moved to intervene.

"Is everything okay?" Jane asked as they joined them.

"No," The leader denied, "I'm here for my kid."

"You lost custody of him," The Director reminded him, "You need to go through the courts to regain visitation rights."

"I don't care what they say and I don't care what you say," The man was clearly intoxicated, "I'm taking him."

Tasha went to close the doors to the play room while Jane looked past the trouble maker to take in his backup. She had no doubt she and Tasha could handle this well enough.

"I don't think so," Jane denied.

"Who are you?" The man turned on her.

"I'm the person going to be testifying at your next hearing if you don't leave here right now," Jane explained patiently.

"Is that right?" The man advanced on her, "What are you going to do, give me a candy cane?"

Jane knew that she looked like a piece of fluff in this outfit, but he should have looked a little closer.

"Let's go," The man told his friends as he attempted to brush by Jane.

He didn't make it. Looking up at her from the floor he blinked in astonishment.

"Last chance to leave, " Tasha rejoined Jane and they waited to see if landing on his ass had knocked some sense into his head.

It hadn't.

The five burly men attempted to overwhelm them with numbers. They didn't make it past them, but it did draw the team's attention.

The door opened and Reade stuck his head out…"What the hell!" He joined the fray.

Patterson was right behind him.

Rich was manning the door making sure the kids didn't catch a glimpse of what was happening in the hallway.

Kurt was the last to join the fray. He cleared the door in time to see the man fighting Jane land a lucky punch.

Santa was not happy.

Once the men realized that the tide had turned they attempted to flee.

Two of them didn't make it outside the house, the other three ended up making the evening news being apprehended by Santa and two of his angelic looking elves.

"Remind me not to get on the naughty list," The Broadcaster noted as they watched Santa slam the fleeing man face down on the ground.

"I don't know," Her co-anchor said as he watched Jane tackle the second suspect, "Learning from your transgressions has its merits…"

She shot him an exasperated look.

Tasha came by the camera with her suspect in cuffs and he looked over at his co-anchor, "Where can I sign up for elf school?"

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Kurt looked over at Jane when she turned off the TV.

"How did Rich know I was going to need a cup?" Kurt demanded.

Jane looked at how he was sprawled on the couch, obviously uncomfortable and looked up at him in sympathy.

"I think he was worried about the kids…not a drunk unfit father." She rubbed his brow tenderly. "I had everything under control."

"He hit you," Kurt growled, getting all worked up again, his thumb brushing the bruise on her cheek.

"I'm sure he regrets that," Jane said with a straight face.

"Go ahead and laugh," Kurt said in exasperation.

"I will never laugh at you getting hurt," Jane denied, completely serious.

Kurt's eyes softened.

"Santa's never looked so hot," Jane admitted, thinking back to the broadcast.

"Stop that," Kurt chided, "I'm broken in the worst way."

"It took your mind off the beard," Jane looked on the bright side.

"Really?" Kurt asked her shifting uncomfortably.

"Do you want some ice?" Jane worried.

Kurt just looked at her, "That sounds horrible."

"Well, I don't know how you treat this, but it seems reasonable."

"Fine," He relented.

She put some ice in a plastic baggie and wrapped it in a kitchen towel.

Kurt looked pained as she gently applied it to his crotch.

"I can't believe you were able to chase him down even after he landed the unlucky blow." Jane sat down next to him and ran her hand through his hair.

"I didn't feel it at the time," Kurt admitted, "I was too angry."

"My hero," She said in a teasing voice, but she was more than a little serious.

"If there is anyone that didn't need saving…it's you." He denied.

"I think I needed saving more than anyone you've ever met," She insisted, thinking back to everything they been through and all that he'd done to get them to this point.

"You saved me too," Kurt reminded her, thinking about how solitary his life had been before she'd penetrated his very thick walls.

"So how long do you think you're going to be out of action?" Jane worried.

"I'm sure I'll be able to go in to work in the morning," Kurt assured her.

"I wasn't talking about work," Jane teased him.

Kurt groaned as her teasing had the predictable effect.

"Sorry," She worried looking down at him in concern.

"It was worth it," Kurt assured her, "You're always worth it…"

Settling into the couch behind him she pulled him back against her chest and ran soothing hands over his shoulders.

His eyes closed and he leaned into her.

With her face buried into the side of his neck she whispered, "You're the best gift I've ever had."

Kurt smiled as she kissed him softly.

"You know Rich was right about the cup," Kurt admitted, "But he was wrong about the outcome."

"What do you mean?" Jane continued her administrations.

Kurt explained, "He said once you get kicked there…other things don't matter so much anymore…but it wouldn't matter how many times I was kicked, you would still be my…everything."

Jane's hands froze at his softly voiced comment. Her heart felt like it would burst. She didn't know how she could continue to love him more every day, when she loved him so much already. Then he'd say something or do something like this and she did.

"I love you," Too simple a phrase to describe her devotion to him.

"You're the only thing I ever wanted." He admitted.

"You're the best thing I've ever had. Merry Christmas," Jane told him.

"Merry Christmas," Kurt whispered back the pain taking back seat to the love in his heart.