AN: Inspried by lyrics from "Nothing For Christmas" by New Found Glory
Coming home from the garage on the Satruday before Christmas, I walked into a quiet house. The tree stood glittering in the corner of the living room. Rolls of wrapping paper, boxes, bags, scissors and tape lay scattered on the floor. In the middle of the mess sat his new wife, Carole, wrapping one of the gifts they had bought while out Christmas shopping a few days ago.
"You know if you had waited I would have helped you do this," I told her, stuffing my gloves in the pocket of my winter coat before taking it off.
"Yeah, I'm sure you would have but I was warned not to let you near the wrapping paper unless I wanted to re-wrap every gift."
"The little punk," I commented, knowing it was Kurt who had told her. The kid had been making fun of my wrapping job for years. Honestly though, I was pretty bad at it.
"You can help me with the bows and name tags though," Carole said, smiling up at me.
"I would be happy to," I told her, hanging up my coat and joining her on the floor.
As she hands me the gift she has just finished wrapping I reach for a bow out of one of the two bags.
"No, one of the fancy ones," she tells me, even as grabs one of the video games we got for Finn to wrap.
"One of Kurt's gifts?" I ask, doing as instructed and grabbing a green bow, with tailing curly ribbons attached to it.
Carole nodded. "His laptop," she said, as she expertly started cutting the paper off the roll. "He's going to be so surprised."
"That he is," I commented, fixing the bow on the box and reaching for the sheet of name tags. Kurt's current laptop was four years old now, and though he hadn't asked for one, I knew he would appreciate the new one. "Speaking of the kids, where are they?"
"Finn is hanging with Mike and Artie today and Kurt is with the rest of the Warblers at Wes' for a Christmas party. I hope you don't mind but I gave him permission to be out past his curfew as it's a three hour drive from the Hawkins' house."
"It's fine. It is Christmas after all."
"Which reminds me, care to give me some ideas on what to get you for Christmas?" Carole asked, glancing over at me.
"I don't need anything else. I already go my gift this year - you married me," I tell her, knowing the words might sound cheesy but meaning them with all of my heart.