Day 13 prompt: midnight. No warnings!

Blaine couldn't keep a smile off his face as he trod carefully and quietly through his and Kurt's darkened living room. Kurt wasn't expecting him back until New Year's, but Blaine's director had surprised him with a train ticket that morning and told him to "get his sad puppy-dog ass over to his husband before he made all the chorus girls cry. Again."

He tried to maneuver around the creaky floorboard by taking a step to the right, but, as luck would have it, he caught his foot on the rug and fell sideways into the coffee table, knocking both it and himself over with an impressive boom!

Seconds later, Kurt's voice rang out from the bedroom, a little shrill but still threatening. "If whoever is here doesn't get out in the next minute and a half, I'm calling 911!" The bedroom door clicked open. "And don't try to bluff me, eith - Blaine?"

Blaine looked up from his sprawl to see Kurt standing behind the couch, steak knife in hand. "Surprise?"

Kurt dropped the knife onto the couch cushions and dashed over to Blaine, dropping to his knees next to him and engulfing him in a hug. "What are you doing here? Oh my God!"

"My director surprised me with a train ticket," Blaine said, holding Kurt tight. "I was gonna try to surprise you, too, but in a way that wouldn't almost get me stabbed."

"Some of the apartments in the building next door got robbed a couple days ago," Kurt explained, pulling back slightly. "I may have gotten a little paranoid."

"So you were gonna come out here and face off with the burglar? What if he had had a gun? What if there was more than one, and they all had guns? Kurt!" Blaine yanked him back into a hug. "Please don't do things that could get you shot."

"You're so controlling, B," Kurt said teasingly. "But fine, I suppose I can promise to try to avoid gunshot wounds."

"That's all I ask," Blaine said, punctuating his statement with a yawn. "If we go off to bed now, I won't discover the rest of our knives strewn about our room, right?"

"Haha, very funny, jerk," Kurt said, pulling away so Blaine could see the scowl on his face. "I didn't booby-trap our bedroom, you'll be fiiine."

"Thank God," Blaine said, pushing himself up and offering Kurt a hand. "I wouldn't get any sleep tonight if I thought I'd find a machete under my pillow."

They walked down the hall hand-in-hand, stopping to exchange a few kisses once they reached their bedroom door. The green glare of their alarm clock finally distracted Blaine enough after a couple of minutes for him to turn away and check the time.

12:00

Blaine smiled, feeling like he was exactly where he was supposed to be. "Merry Christmas, Kurt."

Kurt swiveled his head to check the time, too, a matching smile popping up as he turned back around. "Merry Christmas, Blaine."