A/N: Hello all! This was a fic I had set aside that I was going to publish around Christmas but then some life things happened and I just never got around to it. You will notice that I completed all of my fics simply because there's a lot of uncertainty happening and I'm not going to have a normal upload schedule. I have a VERY sick family member and I've been dealing with that along with work and the house. So, that's why I've been on a hiatus since right around Christmas. I can't promise consistency or anything but I do have some chapter finished or half finished I'd like to get uploaded. Also, if anyone prompts anything fun that could help with my stress I'd appreciate it! Anyway, this is a Christmas song fic because… I had it almost finished at Christmas before everything took a downturn, so I figured I'd clean it up and post it, even if it is March haha. Enjoy!
Song: Christmas Cookies: George Strait
Lyrics: "I sure do love those Christmas cookies, babe. The ones shaped like Santa Claus."
Summary: Blaine Anderson may have bit off a little more than he can chew when he promises to make cookies for his husband. After all, baking with a newborn baby isn't exactly the easiest task in the world.
Rating: K+: The last few chapter have been a ton of fluff, and this is no different! I'm sure my regular angst will be making a comeback but I really thought this idea was cute. I've seen this idea done a few times and when I got this song I thought it would be PERFECT.
It wasn't that Blaine Anderson didn't like Christmas, in fact, Christmas was his favorite time of year. The lights, the atmosphere, and of course the food were all things he adored about the season. And, this year he and Kurt had their baby girl for her first holiday season. He and Kurt had maybe gone just a little overboard buying gifts even though the little girl wasn't even going to remember the day, but that was what Kurt was good at. In just 7 months' time had learned how to spoil their little girl rotten, and Blaine wouldn't have it any other way. So, no, it wasn't that Blaine hated Christmas. It was just that… as he stood in the mess of their New York kitchen, egg stuck to the fridge door and cocoa powder completely caking the front of his jeans, Blaine realized he may have promised something a bit bigger than he could truly handle.
"Shhhh, Tracy." Blaine cooed at the baby strapped to his chest, trying his best to bounce her and read the measurements off of the cookbook in front of him. "1/4 cup of flour… okay," Blaine mumbled. "I can do that." He reached for the measuring cup, only to knock over his already full cup of milk and in the process of trying to wipe it up bump Tracy's tiny nose against the drawer of the cabinet, causing her to wail. Maybe promising Kurt he would make four different kinds of cookies for family dinner wasn't his brightest idea. But, he wasn't about to let his husband do all the preparations for himself. Plus, Blaine just loved baking, so it seemed to be a stellar idea. Of course, Blaine had never baked with a baby strapped to his chest and that was proving to be much more difficult than intended. "It's okay. It's okay." He bounced the little one up and down a few times trying to get her to quiet. "I'm a mess," he mumbled into the top of her head, breathing in the scent of his 7-month-old. "Daddy is kind of an idiot, isn't he?"
"Sometimes, yea he is."
The soft voice startled Blaine who jerked, sending the sugar bag that was already precariously placed, flying across the tile floor. "Kurt!" He turned around quickly, trying to push the mess of ingredients behind him. "I didn't know you were going to be home yet!" He smiled as innocently as he could, hoping his husband would simply shake his head and walk away from the obvious mess.
"It's like a bomb went off in here." Kurt let out a small giggle as he took in the sight of his husband, their crying baby strapped to his chest, curls coated in flour, and the counters barely visible beneath piled of ingredients and tools.
"Yea," Blaine chuckled a bit. "I uhm—I might have been a little too bold?"
Kurt just shook his head, shrugging his coat off and laying it neatly over a chair at their kitchen table. "Alright, well," He reached forward, dodging Blaine's attempt at a kiss, grabbing Tracy out of her harness instead. "How about, you bake, and I will take some time with our little girl." He held her close, winking at Blaine as he exited the kitchen toward their bedroom.
Blaine could only sigh as he turned back to the awful mess he had created and looked at the flour-coated recipes once more. "I guess," he reached for the eggs once again, "maybe it'll be a little easier now…"
A/N" Short and sweet! I debated doing some extra editing and making it longer but it was already written and I figured it was short and cute and you all would enjoy it. Again, I'm hoping to do some more regular uploads again and if you have any requests I'd love to try to fulfill them. I can't' promise anything but if one of your ideas inspires me I'm more than willing to write it out!