AN:
So this chapter is kind of a bit random but I was in the holiday season so..
Disclaimer: I don't own glee :'(
The bright, colourful, dazzling lights on the christmas tree shone on Kurt who was sprawled out on the coach watching them shift from one hue to another. All of a sudden Blaine broke the peaceful silence by entering the room and clumsily placing a tray on the coffee table. Balanced precariously upon the tray were two steaming mugs of hot chocolate which filled the room with a sweet scent. Kurt stared up at his husband with an incredulous expression as though he wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation. "Blaine Hummel-Anderson," he scolded gently with a chuckle. "I don't suppose you managed to fit any actual hot chocolate in those mugs amongst all those marshmallows and whipped cream?" Kurt had a valid point; the mugs were heaping with mounds of whipped cream, miniature marshmallows and sprinkles of every variety.
"Merry Christmas Eve honey," Blaine laughed and flopped on top of Kurt who squealed in protest. Kurt's lips parted as he prepared to speak but Blaine pressed his finger to them firmly. Kurt's eyes widened as the other man moved to straddle him. Blaine slowly lowered himself so that his lips were barely hovering above the other man's. "I don't suppose you were about to complain?"
"Not as long as you kiss me," Kurt uttered feebly before pulling Blaine's head down so that their lips met. Blaine ran his tongue over Kurt's teeth sensually. Kurt moaned and began to suck on Blaine's neck when suddenly he leapt up and snatched the television remote up off of the coffee table. "Blaine..." Kurt grumbled. "For God's sake please tell me what you're doing?" Blaine ignored Kurt's complaints and began to browse the channels on the television before finally settling on one. The screen on the wall was displaying the flickering flames of burning logs.
"Really?" Kurt raised his eyebrows at his husband who had sat back down and was looking rather pleased with himself. "You are aware there's a real fireplace right in front of your nose that we could make use of?"
"But does it have a hand?" Blaine blushed as he asked sheepishly.
"A hand? How can a fireplace have a hand?" Kurt's pale face wore an expression of pure confusion.
"Every few hours someone tends the fire or adds a log and you can see their hand. You have to be really patient to catch it and the hand is only in front of the camera for a few seconds. I always figured it was good luck if you managed to see it," Blaine chuckled at his own antics.
Kurt just sat there while his husband doubled over with laughter. "You, Blaine Hummel-Anderson, are one massive child." Despite Kurt's attempt at keeping a straight face he couldn't help but grin when Blaine looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and a pout.
"You love it though," he quipped confidently. Blaine draped his arm across his lover's back and snuggled up to his side on the comfy couch. "Besides if I tried to use the real fireplace I'd probably burn the house down and we haven't gotten insurance yet."
This was enough to finally get Kurt to burst into laughter. Blaine passed him his drink and he finally managed to compose himself enough to take a sip. They sat there together in silence for some time, each appreciating the simple presence of the other.
"This is our last christmas alone together," Kurt realised aloud.
"What?" Blaine sat up straight with an urgent sense of alarm. "Are you planning on dumping me for some other guy?"
"Never," Kurt replied adamantly. "Next Christmas we're probably going to have a little baby though if everything goes to plan."
"Wow," Blaine exhaled slowly. "I couldn't possibly think of a better present to recieve."
Kurt pecked his husband gently on the cheek. "We're going to have a baby. It still sounds sort of surreal. In a year from now we're finally going to be a proper family." Kurt began to sob softly into the other man's shoulders. "I'm just so freaking happy, y'know? Just so freaking happy."
Blaine held Kurt close and began to cry with him; neither man had ever felt so complete as in that moment. After a while their sobs softned into even, rythmic breaths. Blaine reached for his mug but rather than drink from it he held it up towards the heavens. "Here's to all the Christmases we've spent together in the past, the Christmas we'll spend together tomorrow and the Christmases we'll spend with our unborn child in the years to come. Here's to us, here's to our family's future."
"To our families future."
AN:
I apologize if it doesn't quite fit in with the rest of the story but I was seized by the festive spirit. Merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate it and happy holidays to those of you who don't celebrate it. Please take the time to leave a review (it is Christmas afterall, it would be a nice present to wake up to).