A/N: Spending a quiet evening at home on New Year's Eve, Kurt begins to wonder if he and his husband are growing old too quickly.
Inspired but the Hummel Holidays prompt 'midnight kiss'.
"Sebastian, are we…old fogies?"
Sitting on their sofa with Kurt's feet in his lap, Sebastian glances up from where he's reading Good Omens on his iPad and looks at his husband, vaguely offended. It's ten o'clock on New Year's Eve, and in a historic feat, their son is in bed before midnight, so they decided to indulge in some much needed quiet time. Soothing strains of classical music play from the corner stereo; the lights dimmed to best display their Christmas tree, which will stand in their living room for the remainder of the week before they pack the holiday decorations away; and Kurt and Sebastian sitting on the couch, reading quietly, just enjoying being together.
"No," Sebastian answers with a slight huff. "And even if we were, we'd be hot as fuck old fogies. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know" – Kurt peeks down at the magazine in his hands, open to an article discussing whether their generation has chosen to age too quickly, forgoing the adventures of raucous youth earlier than their parents did – "I was just thinking back to a time before we had Thomas, when we lived in the city. On New Year's Eve, we'd hit every party we could, get buzzed out of our minds, then find some place to wait till midnight and make out like mad."
"Yeah, well, those were the fun times," Sebastian remarks sarcastically, "but there are a lot of things I did back then that I would rather not remember or repeat."
"I know," Kurt says, patting Sebastian's leg gently.
"But," Sebastian presses on, eager to switch subjects, "if you're bummed out about staying in, we can still hit the city. Wes's younger sister is visiting from college, and Thomas is cool with her. I think she'd be down to make an easy couple hundred watching him sleep."
"Yeah, we could do that." Kurt sits up, excited by the idea, but too fast, his excitement deflates a hair. "Oh, but we'd never be able to find a place to park."
"We can call a car," Sebastian suggests, shrugging off Kurt's concern.
"Yeah" – Kurt becomes excited again, but another thought dulls his sparkle – "but even if we can find someone to come out within the next two hours, it'll be expensive as hell."
Sebastian tilts his head and gives his husband an incredulous look.
"Just because we have money, Sebastian, doesn't mean we should throw it away," Kurt says. "In that case, we might as well stay home, shred fifties into confetti, and toss it out the window at midnight."
Sebastian points at Kurt, a thoughtful look brimming in his eyes. "You know, that's not a bad idea."
Kurt's eyebrows pop up. "You want to shred fifties and throw them out the window?"
"No," Sebastian chuckles. "We can stay in, break out that bottle of bubbly we've got stashed in the fridge, and skip to the end where we get buzzed and make out like mad."
Kurt smiles. "That's a much better idea."
"You think?"
"Yup. We can definitely do that," Kurt says, climbing across the couch to sit in his husband's lap. "Think of all the hassle we'll be missing out on."
"Aha," Sebastian hums, slipping his hands beneath Kurt's shirt. "No crowds, no cold, no loud music…"
"…no forgetting where we parked…"
"…or waiting three hours for our car to come back…"
"Well, do we have to wait till closer to midnight, or can we get started now?" Kurt asks, lowering his gaze down his body to where Sebastian's hands have started toying with the drawstring to his lounge pants.
"Ooo, is my husband all hot and bothered already?" Sebastian murmurs, attacking Kurt's neck with a hand weeding down the back of Kurt's loosened pants.
"That," Kurt moans, "and I was kind of hoping we could pack it in early. I'm exhausted." Kurt turns his head and puts a hand to his mouth, the mention of being tired making him yawn.
"Good God, I thought you'd never ask." Sebastian stands, picking Kurt up and carrying him to the kitchen to fetch their bottle of champagne. "I've been nodding off behind my iPad for the past half hour."