A/N: Well hello there! This is my first ever future Klaine fic! For those of you who read my other fic, A Lot Can Happen In Twelve Years, you might recognise one of my OCs in this – that's because she's a dear friend of mine who helped me a little with this story. Love you Em! :)
It's only going to be 2 chapters long, unless I decide to make it longer for some reason, but at the moment my main priority lies with my other aforementioned fic.
Anyhow, hope you enjoy! And by all means feel free to let me know what you think. Is this okay future Klaine?
I also want to give a big thank you and cyber hug to my simply SPECTACULAR beta who is feeling really sick right now! Everyone send her love!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places mentioned in this story except for Emily. All others are property of their respective owners.
Kurt smiled nervously at Blaine, who hadn't spoken since he first laid eyes on the massive tree that dominated their living room.
"Is it too much? Oh God, I've overdone it haven't I? It's ridiculous. I shouldn't have bought all of those decorations, and all that tinsel just looks tacky and stupid and you hate it and -"
"It's perfect."
Kurt's rambling ceased and he gazed at Blaine with a soft "Oh."
"Kurt, love, it looks amazing."
Kurt blushed at his husband, a cheesy grin plastered to his face.
"Better than anything I ever had growing up, that's for sure."
Kurt pulled Blaine close and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's temple, "Well, that wasn't the intention, but we both know I like to be extravagant."
Blaine snorted, "You? Extravagant? Surely not!"
Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine's sarcasm, "Maybe I shouldn't show you all of Emily's Christmas presents then..."
Blaine frowned, "You bought her presents without me?"
"There was a sale at Harrods, alright?"
Blaine's face looked pained, "Why didn't you invite me too?"
"You were at work, and I didn't want to disturb you!"
Blaine rolled his eyes, "You just didn't want me to go off and press the buttons on all of the musical toys."
Kurt grinned; glad the mood had lightened, "That too."
Blaine leant forward and kissed Kurt lightly on the lips. Kurt hummed softly against his husband's lips.
"It's so nice to have Emily out of the house for a little bit."
"Daddy! Daddy!" Emily ran into the house, smiling broadly as she clutched several bags tight to her chest.
Kurt and Blaine stood up from the couch, and beamed at their daughter.
"Hey sweetie, how was shopping with Auntie Rachel?"
Rachel Berry swept into the living room, "Hey Kurt, hey Blaine, we had an absolutely fantastic time, didn't we Emily?"
Emily nodded, gap teeth showing through her broad smile.
"I'm so glad you came over to visit!" The young girl hugged her "auntie" tightly, and Rachel positively beamed in response.
"Yes, well I have to keep an eye on your dads, don't I?"
Emily giggled, "Yeah. They can be really silly sometimes"
Rachel nodded, patting Emily's back softly.
Ever since things with Finn had gone downhill, the idea of a relationship hadn't appealed to Rachel.
Until she'd come over to London to visit the Hummel-Andersons and their gorgeous daughter.
"Want to get a hot cocoa?"
Emily nodded up at Rachel, and the two whisked off to the kitchen where various pots and pans could be heard clattering about.
"What are they doing?" Kurt asked with a pained voice, "Rachel doesn't know where anything is, and if she messes up the order of pots I think I may have to-"
"Shhh. If anything is out of place, I know where it all goes, and I will make sure to put it all back where it belongs. Let them have their fun."
Blaine pulled Kurt tight and kissed him deeply, forgetting they had company.
"Ahem!" Emily exclaimed, holding a spoon and tin of cocoa.
Blaine and Kurt broke apart, blushing.
"Yes love?"
"I was just going to ask if you two wanted cocoa..."
Kurt and Blaine grinned, "Sounds fabulous."
"And Santa's gonna be at Harrods from Wednesday!" Emily exclaimed, animatedly discussing her shopping trip into the city.
With a bemused smile, Kurt noted how Emily was stirring her cocoa with some biscotti - the rhythm and direction an exact mimic of her father.
Blaine locked eyes with Kurt, both wondering what he had done right to deserve such a wonderful life.
"So I was talking to Auntie Rachel and she thought maybe we could all go visit Santa together?"
The couple broke their silent conversation, turning to smile at Emily.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea! Have you been thinking about what you're going to ask him for?" Blaine asked, cheesy grin spread across his face.
Emily nodded, lips pursed. If Kurt didn't know better, he'd think her and Rachel could be related.
"Yes, but I can't tell you. It's a secret."
Kurt frowned, "But it won't be as soon as Santa delivers it."
Emily sighed, "Just believe me, okay? It's a secret, and Santa's the only person who's gonna hear it."
The two men chuckled at how self assured their seven year old daughter was.
"If you say so."
"Emily, are you sure you're warm enough?" Kurt asked for the fifth time that minute.
Blaine chuckled, "You can barely see her face, I'm fairly certain she's warm enough."
Rachel stared around her in wonder, "I don't blame you two for moving here! It's magical!"
Blaine nodded, smiling, "We just got sick of Ohio, plus this way our life is less interrupted than when I was over here for months at a time while Kurt was in America."
Rachel smiled sympathetically, "That makes sense. It must have been hard."
Kurt snorted, "I don't know, it meant I got a wardrobe all to myself."
Blaine pouted, and Kurt bumped against his shoulder playfully.
"You know I love you."
Blaine smirked, "Yeah. I really do."
Kurt pecked Blaine lightly on the lips, Emily muttering a faint "Ew" in the background.
Rachel just laughed, "You two are adorable. Personally Christmas isn't a big thing for me, but I think London looks too amazing to not love it."
Kurt smiled, nodding as Blaine swung their hands between them – keeping a wary eye on where Emily trailed a meter or so behind, until she spotted the store ahead.
"Harrods!" Blaine exclaimed, tearing himself away from Kurt and Rachel and racing Emily to the doors.
"Hurry up guys! Santa doesn't wait for anyone, and he's going back to the North Pole tomorrow so he can keep getting things ready!"
Emily rolled her eyes at Blaine. "He's not real."
Blaine and Kurt gaped at their daughter, who was staring at her parents sympathetically.
"This Santa isn't the real one – he's just a helper, cos Santa doesn't get time to leave his workshop. He's like a really tall elf or something. Like Buddy!"
Kurt, Blaine and Rachel all sighed in relief.
"Well, we should go and talk to him anyway, right? Make sure your message gets passed along?"
Emily nodded, taking her fathers' hands tightly and leading them into the store.
Kurt and Blaine sat entwined on the couch, completely silent save for the occasional flick of a magazine page.
"Hey Kurt?"
"Mmmhmm?"
"Do you think Em still believes in Santa?"
Kurt smiled lightly, tearing his eyes away from where they'd been gazing longingly at a particularly nice pair of Doc Martins.
"Well if she doesn't, she certainly thinks you still do and doesn't want to ruin it for you."
Blaine chuckled, "Yes, well – I do my best to keep the magic alive; it's only fair for her to do the same."
Kurt laughed, "So that's what you call it hmm? For all I know you two could be conspiring so that you both get more presents."
Blaine grinned, "You know me too well! But seriously, last year's cardigan from Santa was awful – please tell him to enlist in sewing classes."
Kurt snorted, hitting Blaine lightly on the shoulder. Buying jumpers from thrift stores had become somewhat of a Christmas tradition for the family.
"But seriously?"
Kurt sat, thoughtful.
"I don't know, but I don't want to act like he's not. The world's too cruel a place that we shouldn't deny her this happiness, even if she's just pretending for us."
Blaine nodded, uttering a quiet "mmhmm", turning to crack his back.
He froze at the sight of his daughter standing in the doorway.
"Hey Daddy."
A/N: OH SNAP!
Second part hopefully isn't too far away - it's all written in my head, I've just gotta type it out ;)