Day 12: Lecture/Memories
"'Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the Hudmels', not a creature was stirring, not even a…hmm. Help me out, here?" Blaine asked.
"Nope," Kurt answered, snuggling into Blaine's side on the couch. "You got yourself into that rhyme, you get yourself out."
"Meanie," Blaine pouted, though he held his husband a bit closer nonetheless.
The Hudmel house was, in fact, quiet that Christmas night, with only Blaine and Kurt still awake. They had turned off all of the lights except for those on the tree, and sat close together, huddled under a fleecy blanket, basking in the soft glow of the multicolored twinkle lights.
"I love being here for the holidays," Kurt sighed. While he enjoyed the hustle and bustle of New York City at Christmastime, there was nothing quite like being home with his entire family, surrounded by love and laughter. He reveled in the memories of Christmases past, even if some of those memories were tinged with sadness. It was still home, and family, and everything that was right.
"Me too," Blaine agreed, dropping a kiss on the top of Kurt's head. "We should get to bed," he added, patting Kurt on the arm to signal him to move.
"Ooh, Mr. Anderson," Kurt purred. "Trying to get me into bed already?"
Blaine laughed softly as they both rose from the couch. "Not like that. Not with your father in the house. I don't need a lecture on being 'inappropriate' under his roof," Blaine argued, making air quotes with his fingers.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Blaine, that was years ago. We were teenagers," he chuckled, remembering the time Burt had walked in to find a hungover Blaine in his son's bed.
"Um, Kurt?" Blaine paused as they walked toward Kurt's old bedroom to retire for the night. "Burt gave me that speech last night."
Kurt's mouth dropped open in shock. "He didn't!"
Blaine simply raised his eyebrows in affirmation. Kurt rolled his eyes in response, taking Blaine's hand and leading him to the bedroom. "Fine. Silent Night it is, then," he grumbled.
As they climbed into bed, switching off the bedside lamps and instinctively curling into one another, Blaine whispered into the darkness, "Kurt?"
"Hmm?" Kurt hummed, already sounding half asleep.
"Does 'Muggles' rhyme with 'Hudmels'?" he asked.
Blaine felt more than heard Kurt's huff of amusement as he pulled Blaine in and settled Blaine's head upon his shoulder to sleep. "Merry Christmas, Blaine."
"Merry Christmas, Kurt."
A/N: Short and sweet fluff tonight.