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Christmas Eve Snow
"Daddies, daddies, wake up!" a high pitched voice is saying- yelling- loudly next to Blaine's ear when he startles awake. "It's snowing! It's snowing on Christmas eve!"
Blaine opens his eyes, smiling at his daughter adoringly. "I see someone's excited." He strokes her hair (it's curly and messy and like his).
Behind him, Kurt rolls onto his side, and grips Blaine's waist. He takes Kurt's hand in his and intertwines their fingers.
"Can we go play in the snow? Please? Pleasepleasepleaseplease-"
"After breakfast, sweetheart," mutters Kurt sleepily.
Blaine giggles. "I think Daddy's just very tired right now." He gives Kurt's hand a squeeze. Sorry I made you tired.
"Can I come up and cuddle with you until breakfast?" she beams, and Blaine melts to a pile of goo.
"Of course, sweetie."
He helps her climb on the bed, and she settles between his arms; Blaine's sandwiched between his beautiful daughter and lovely husband, and that's exactly how he wants to spend his Christmas- with the people he loves most.