Imagine person A of your otp dressing up as Santa and waking the kids so they believe he's real, Then person A sneaks a kiss to person B, the kids refuse to shut up about it next morning


The boys had a Hogwarts themed bedroom. Two twin beds that had a Gryffindor and Ravenclaw banner over them. Stone-painted walls. Each had a trunk at the end of the bed. On this night, each had a small stack of presents sitting on top of the trunk.

Dave, as the more Santa-shaped of the two, knew exactly where to tread after all these years of delivering presents. He knew which floorboards creaked, and where Toby tended to leave his toy soldiers on the floor. He dropped the presents off and crept back downstairs to put the bigger ones under the tree.

"Thanks, Santa," a voice said as he stood back up.

"You're welcome, Mr. Anderson. Ho, ho, ho!"

Blaine muffled a snigger. "Shhh! You'll wake the boys." He handed Dave a mug of apple cider and leaned over to kiss him. "Want to watch TV for a while?"

"Let's just go up to bed. These suspenders chafe something awful."


"Iiiiiiiiiiiii saw Daddy kissing Saaaaaaaanta Claaaaaaaaus!" Corbin sang.

It had been going on all morning. The eight-year-old kept singing the one verse, despite dire warnings of no gingerbread and an early bedtime. The two men had a feeling it was because every time he did, the five-year-old nearly fell over laughing.

"Right, it's time for breakfast!" Blaine announced, scooping sweet potato hash onto their plates. "No more singing."

Dave laughed. "You better hope they stop soon," he whispered as he poured drinks. "Santana and Rachel will never let us live it down…."