This is just a silly thing that appeared in my head when I woke up.

It was Christmas Day and Kurt was washing the last of the plates from dinner. He and Blaine had enjoyed a quiet family Christmas in New York since they'd spent Thanksgiving in Ohio. Smiling, Kurt thought back to their daughter's excited face that morning when she discovered Santa had been. At 4, Bethany was at the perfect age. Old enough to understand the concept of presents and young enough to believe in Santa.

As Kurt emptied the sink he felt a gurgling in his stomach and a silent puff of air from his rear. Looking around, he realised he was still alone and relaxed a little. Which resulted in another silent puff being expelled. Damn those sprouts! Kurt thought to himself. Bethany loved them and at dinner Kurt hadn't been able to resist adding a few to his own plate. Usually he avoided them unless Blaine was out of town on business. There were certain things that just weren't polite after all!

"Oh god, what is that smell?!" Blaine exclaimed loudly when he entered the kitchen. Walking over to the cooker he found a missed pan containing the last 2 Brussels sprouts Bethany had requested (demanded!) be served for dinner. Kurt stiffened at the sink before turning his head.

"What smell? I don't smell anything." He asked, trying to remain calm.

"Found it! You missed a pan babe! Hey, you remember the dishwasher? That machine right next to you that will wash all these dishes and save your pretty little hands from drying out?" Blaine smiled and dealt with the pan before sliding his hands around Kurt's waist from behind and kissing his shoulder.

"I know, everything else is in there. I just wanted to clean the plates myself. Didn't want the machine to scratch the design." Kurt explained, leaning his head back to kiss his husbands cheek. Kurt dried his hands and turned in Blaine's arms, sliding his arms over his shoulders and pulling him closer.

As their lips met, Blaines grip on Kurt tightened and pulled their bodies together.

"Merry Christmas Kurt."

"Merry Christmas Blaine."

"Is Bethany asleep?"

"Yeah, didn't even get halfway through her new book before she gave in!" Blaine chuckled. "It's just you and me, all alone." Blaine smiled and kissed his husband again pulling him even closer and deepening the kiss.

Kurt slipped his fingers into Blaine's hair, still grateful he'd stopped using as much hair gel after college. As the kiss heated up, Kurt could feel Blaine getting as turned on as he was. With a soft moan, he dropped his head back allowing Blaine to nip and kiss along his jaw and down his neck. Blaine's kisses became more erratic as hips began to move against each other.

"Oh god Blaine...we should..."

"Totally"

As the kisses became sloppier and hands wandered freely both of them tried to will themselves to move to the bedroom but neither wanted to stop kissing the other. And then...

Kurt farted.

Blaine pulled away suddenly.

"Did you..."

"What? No! Did I what?" Kurt tried to look innocent and confused.

"You farted."

"Did not!"

"You did! You so di-oh my god!" Blaine was grinning until the smell hit his nostrils. He covered his face with his hands. "How can someone so gorgeous produce something so vile. You ate the sprouts didn't you!"

Kurt was still standing at the sink looking embarrassed as his body betrayed him again. Blaine laughed loudly as Kurts blush deepened.

"I'm sorry."

"Why? For farting? Babe, me and Bethany do it all the time!" Blaine pulled his red-faced husband into his arms and giggled as another sound came from behind. "8 years and you finally farted in front of me! Best Christmas EVER!" Kurt couldn't help but giggle at Blaine's reaction.

"But it's not polite. I can't believe that just happened." Kurt buried his face in Blaine's shoulder trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Hey, Kurt, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. You are the love of my life, my soulmate, my partner," Blaine shrugged his shoulder making Kurt look up at him. "You are the most amazingly perfect being this world has ever created and I love you. Farts and all."

"Shouldn't it be warts and all?" Kurt questioned with a slight smile on his face.

"Yeah but your farts are rancid babe!" Blaine laughed loudly and Kurt punched his arm playfully. "Anyway, where were we?" Blaine moved in for a kiss as Kurt pulled away.

"You still want to kiss me?" He asked, still a little blush in his cheeks.

"Kurt, it's Christmas, I love you and I'm as hard as a rock. I'm going to kiss you and touch you and reduce you to goo while you scream my name." Blaine ran his hands down Kurt back pressing him close to his own body. "Just don't expect me to rim you tonight because damn!"

Kurts laugh was silenced by his lovers lips as they both made their way through the house. Their kisses and moans punctuated by farts and giggles until the only sound was Blaine's name and a soft panting.