For a moment, Blaine thought it might be Kurt. But he wasn't supposed to be coming for another hour or two. He wasn't disappointed though, to hear his mom add "Damien's here." He grinned and bounced into the living room, waving goofily. The Christmas spirit made him even giddier than usual. "Hi Dame! Hang on, lemme get you a mug. Best hot chocolate ever, seriously."
He hurried into the kitchen and got another mug out, one with music notes on it. Then he went back into the living room and hopped over the back of the couch to settle in next to Damien, ignoring his mom's glare. "So what brings you here, pal?"
Christmas or not, Damien still managed the typical sarcasm. Blue eyes rolled slowly and emphatically.
"--tt-- I see you've becoming an idiot singing tonight rather than a singing idiot. It's Christmas Eve Anderson, I've brought gifts. That is the ritual is it not?" As small as they'd been, last year he and Grayson had exchanged Christmas Eve after patrol.
Damien held up the bag that still dangled on one arm , lowered it then began to take the gifts out. There was something for everyone, but Blaine's was the smallest, just a single white envelope with his name written in elegant, flowing script across the front.
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He hurried into the kitchen and got another mug out, one with music notes on it. Then he went back into the living room and hopped over the back of the couch to settle in next to Damien, ignoring his mom's glare. "So what brings you here, pal?"
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"--tt-- I see you've becoming an idiot singing tonight rather than a singing idiot. It's Christmas Eve Anderson, I've brought gifts. That is the ritual is it not?" As small as they'd been, last year he and Grayson had exchanged Christmas Eve after patrol.
Damien held up the bag that still dangled on one arm , lowered it then began to take the gifts out. There was something for everyone, but Blaine's was the smallest, just a single white envelope with his name written in elegant, flowing script across the front.
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