Operation Santa
(inspired by USPS Operation Santa program)
"Hey honey, what are you doing?" Kurt sidled up to his husband, who was sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop, looking intently at something on the screen. "Not reading those porn stories again, I hope?"
Blaine chuckled as he reached out with his left arm to pull Kurt to his side. "I keep telling you, it's not porn, it's fanfiction."
"Blaine, I've read some of that 'fanfiction,' and it is porn, I assure you."
"Okay, fine. I admit some of it is a little racy, but don't tell me you don't appreciate the inspiration I get after reading some of it," he said slyly, wiggling his eyebrows.
Kurt felt a little rush of heat raise within him. "You're incorrigible."
"That's why you married me!"
Kurt grinned. "But no, really. What has you practically pressing your nose up against the screen?"
Blaine spun his laptop to the side so Kurt could get a better look at what he was viewing. "It's called Operation Santa, and it's through the postal service. Verified users can read letters that children have sent in to Santa with holiday wishes, and you can pick one, buy the item they wished for, and send it to them."
"And let me guess, being a big ol' kid yourself, you got verified right away and are having a hard time choosing which wish to fulfill?"
Blaine squeezed his husband a little closer. "You know it. I know I can't grant them all, but there are a few that really call to me. Sure, there are always some asking for the biggest and most expensive things, PS5s, the newest iPhone, an electric scooter, and the like. But then are those who you can tell are poor and sadly, are used to being poor, and they ask for the most basic things, or for things for family members rather than themselves. This one just wants a warm coat for his little sister and a box of Christmas Tree snack cakes for himself."
Kurt's heart melted. "If you choose that one, I think we can do a little better for him, don't you?"
Blaine smiled softly. His husband appeared prickly to some, but he really was the sweetest, kindest man that Blaine had ever known. After bookmarking the wish, he scrolled a little farther down the list.
Then, Blaine burst out laughing so hard that he could barely speak.
"What in the world?" Kurt asked, bewildered.
All Blaine could do was point at the screen while he attempted to calm down. "Oh *wheeze* my GOD, *snort* Kurt! Look!"
Blaine stabbed at a spot on the screen and Kurt peered at the screen. Then his jaw dropped.
"My name is Johnny and I'm four. All I want for Christmas is a pair of sparkly heeled shoes."
Still working on slowing his breathing, Blaine grinned. "Kurt, I think he's your soulmate. Or, should I say, your SOLE-mate?" He broke out into giggles again, entirely too pleased with his terrible joke.
Kurt tried to scold Blaine for his pitiful sense of humor, but he couldn't. His husband was just too cute.
"Okay, you got me.That one IS kind of perfect for me. Luckily, when I was that age, my parents figured out where to buy the most fantastic heels in smaller sizes to indulge my every shoe-related desire. Bookmark it!"
Blaine bookmarked a couple of others he had had his eye on and printed them all out into one handy shopping list.
"Phew, Blaine. This is going to cost a fortune."
Blaine's face dimmed, but only just a bit. "I know, Kurt. But it means so much to me. My holidays growing up weren't always the brightest, and even though it wasn't for lack of money for my family, I don't have really great memories of the holidays. I'd like to do my part to make sure a couple of kiddos have a happier time than I did."
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and gave him a tight squeeze, planting a kiss on top of his head. "You're the most wonderful man ever. Come on. First one to the car is a rotten egg!" He grabbed his hat and coat off the rack and shrugged into them while racing out the front door.
Blaine shook his head and smiled. His husband was just too cute.