Kurt hated Blaine. His husband, being the 'festive' man he is, had forced him into a Santa outfit and made him unpack all of their kids' presents out of a big brown sack and under the tree.

But of course Blaine didn't help. He just sat there admiring Kurt in his fake white clip-on beard, his Santa's hat which kept falling down over his eyes, the t-shirt which had a pillow sewn to it in order for it to appear Kurt had a big, jolly, fat tummy and his baggy red pants which were practically falling off of Kurt's legs seeing as they couldn't find a small costume and had to buy a large.

And he laughed. And laughed. And no matter how much Kurt struggled and begged for help, he still laughed.

Finally, after 10 minutes of struggling, Blaine took pity on him and decided to hold open the brown Santa's sack, which wasn't much of a help but Kurt appreciated it anyway.

Another 5 minutes later they collapsed against one another and sank to the floor. Kurt wasn't entirely sure why Blaine was tired but he didn't complain. Blaine was quite a comfy cushion.

"So, Santa, I must congratulate you on a brilliant show."

Kurt rolled his eyes and moved to unclip the beard when a hand came up to cup his chin.

Blaine tilted Kurt's face towards his and leaned in to press a kiss there, quickly realising that the Santa beard was, in fact, getting in the way.

Blaine moved to unclip the beard from Kurt's ears, grumbling to himself, "I'm sure Santa shaves every now and then." Before he was back on Kurt's lips.

"Mmm, Blaine. We should probably go to bed. If the kids wake up-"

"They won't." Blaine answered quickly, moving his lips to Kurt's neck.

Kurt groaned, "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

But Kurt wasn't convinced. He pushed Blaine's chest lightly, cheering silently when Blaine whined and moved in to try to capture his lips in a kiss.

"No. Blaine, it won't take long to get up to our room. Better safe than sorry, right? Besides, do we really want our kids to think you're cheating on me with Santa?"

-_-_-

"I'm what?"

"You're kissing Santa instead of daddy!"

Kurt laughed as he walked past Blaine, whispering a quiet, "Told you."

"Daddy! Wait!" Tracy cried, grabbing her dad's hand.

"What's up, sweetie?"

"Papa is cheating on you!"

Kurt gasped dramatically, bringing a hand to his mouth, "He's what?"

"Yeah! Me and Hep saw him kissing Santa last night!"

"Santa?" Kurt turned to Blaine with a glare on his face, finding it hard to hide his smile, "You're cheating on me with Father Christmas?"

"What? No! I-"

"Papa, Santa is at least one hun-der-red!" Tracy settled her hands on her hips, "And you're only 35!"

"No! Papa is 34" Hepburn frowned.

Tracy turned to her brother, "No he's not. Daddy is 34."

"Nu-uh. Daddy is 35 and Papa is 34."

Tracy gasped, "Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Ha!" Tracy poked her brother's cheek, "I tricked you!"

Hepburn pouted and crossed his arms, "Is not."

Blaine laughed, "Hep's actually right yo-"

"No!" Tracy yelled, "Do not talk to me! I do not want to talk to a cheater!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Tracy." He glanced awkwardly at Blaine, "Papa isn't cheating on me with Santa."

"Yes he is! I saw him!" Tracy shrieked.

"She saw him." Hep nodded from behind her.

"No, uh, that was me." Kurt scratched the back of his head.

"What?"

"I, uh-"

"Daddy's Santa!" Hepburn suddenly yelled, "Our daddy is santa!"

Tracy turned around to watch her younger brother skipping around in circles, holding his teddy reindeer tightly in his arms.

"What? No he's not! He can't be!" Tracy turned to her dad again, "You can't be!"

"No, I can't be. You're right. Sorry Hep."

"Aww." The little boy whined, collapsing to the floor and making his reindeer dance around on his tummy.

"I was just dressing up as Santa because- because, uh-"

"Because daddy wanted to get in the holiday spirit." Blaine grinned.

"So... you're not cheating on daddy with Santa?"

"Nope."

"You're cheating on daddy with daddy?"

Blaine frowned, "No. I'm not cheating on daddy at all."

"He's not cheating on daddy at all." Hep shook his head.

"But- I-" Tracy frowned, "But does this mean that Santa isn't real?"

"What?" Kurt shrieked.

"No! No, no, no, no. No. Of course Santa is real! How else would all of the presents be delivered to all of the boys and girls?"

"You do have a point there." Tracy nodded.

"You have a point there." Hep stood up, placing his reindeer on his head.

"Why did you dress up as Santa though? Why didn't you just wear a Christmas jumper or something?"

"Because I-" Kurt turned to Blaine, "Because papa wanted to see what I would look like if I was Santa."

Blaine smirked, "I think he would make a very good looking Santa."

Kurt laughed and leaned in to peck Blaine's cheek.

"Ew!" Tracy shrieked, "Why would you do that in front of us? You just kissed!"

"Who just kissed?" Hepburn looked up from where he was shaking one of the presents from under the tree.

"Daddy and Papa!"

"Ew!" He covered his eyes, "Gross!"

Tracy rolled her eyes, "When I get a boyfriend, I'm never going to kiss him! It's just weird!"

"Yeah! Me too!" Hep yelled, "I'm never gonna kiss my boyfriend either!"

"But Hep." Tracy frowned, "Won't you have a girlfriend?"

"Why?"

"Well, because you're a boy."

"Yeah, but daddy is a boy and he has a boyfriend."

"No he doesn't." Tracy shook her head, "Daddy has a husband."

"Oh." Hep nodded slowly, "So... I'm never gonna kiss my husband then!"

"Good." Tracy grinned, "Because it's just weird."

"And gross."

"Yeah."

Kurt looked at Blaine who was already staring at him.

They looked down at their kids, waited for them both to look back and then leaned in to smother both of them with kisses.

"Ah! Stop! Daddy, Papa! Stop it!"

"Ew! Gross! Stop!"

Hepburn managed to wriggle away, laughing when he saw his sister still trapped.

"Hep, save me!"

"No!" His eyes went wide, "If I save you then they might get me again!"

"Please!"

"No!"

"But what happens if they never stop!"

"Then they will keep you and I will go get my non-kissing husband all by myself."

"Wrong answer." Blaine grinned before dragging his son back towards him and tickling his sides.

I actually kinda like this one 😹

I love Hep so much. Especially when he repeats what everyone says. He's based off of my little brother who is adorable but definitely isn't the smartest.

He woke me up at 2:00 on Christmas and insisted we stay awake to catch Santa.

But I told him that Santa will have already came so we went downstairs to check and Santa did come!

But he still didn't believe me and made me sit with him in the living room watching the whole chipmunk trilogy until 7:00 when my parents woke me up.

Ah, the joys of having a younger brother.

How was everyone's Christmas? What was your favourite present?

Mine was a guinea pig because I've wanted one for yeaaaarrsss and my parents finally decided to let us have some.

So me and brother each got a gift card to our local pet store which, once the cage that we've ordered comes, we are going to use to get two little girls!

IM SO EXCITED! 

Anyway, comment what your favourite present was. That's how I will know if anyone actually reads this whole author's note part because sometimes I feel like I just ramble on about nothing and no one really reads it...

But since I've stopped using Instagram I don't have anywhere to rant about things so this is where I do it. People don't have to read it but... yeah, answer the question and that way I'll know if anyone actually reads this 😹

Have a great Boxing Day!