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“Do you want a cup of coffee?”

“Mmm, thanks, yeah,” Kurt said as he walked into the kitchen. “Decaf, okay?”

“Absolutely,” Blaine replied with a huge grin. “It’ll be an early morning tomorrow!”

“Yes, it will,” Kurt said, his eyes sparkling. “What time do you think she’ll be up?”

“If we’re lucky? Six, maybe.”

Kurt nodded. “I’ll go get the presents and put them under the tree while you make the coffee. You don’t think she’ll get up again, do you?”

“Nah,” Blaine said, glancing at the clock. “Not until the crack of dawn, anyway. I still can’t believe that we’re the ones playing Santa! God, being dads is awesome.”

Kurt darted over and kissed Blaine. “It certainly is,” he agreed. 

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3 hours later

“Oh the weather outside is frightful… come on, sing with me!”

“Blaine.”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you still awake?”

“Because I’m excited?”

“Why am I still awake?”

“Because you’re also excited?”

“Blaine?”

“Yes, my love?”

“You didn’t make me decaf, did you?”

“Um.”

“Blaine!”

“But it’s Christmas!”

“So we don’t sleep on Christmas?” Kurt asked with a sigh. 

“I just knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep, and I wanted company,” Blaine admitted sheepishly. 

“You know what that means?”

“I’m on Santa’s Naughty list?”

“Yup,” Kurt said, sliding his hand into Blaine’s hair and pushing him gently downward. “Now let’s see if you can get back on the Nice list.”

“Hey, I’m very nice,” Blaine protested. 

“Shh,” Kurt said, grinning wickedly. “Talking with your mouth full is definitely naughty.”