George

chapter 5: Santa

by padfoot

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: A big thank you to Danny Phntom's Lover who reminded me that I hadn't finished posting the chapter for this! And, of course, thank you to midnightfeather, who all of this was written for.

"Whose dog is this?"

Santa

It is Lizzie's fifth Christmas ever, her Daddies had said. And so, Kurt whispers in her ear, "Santa is coming to visit."

Lizzie is shocked for a moment.

"All Daddy Blaine ever talks about is meeting Santa, and now he isn't going to be here for it!"

Thankfully, her distress is short-lived. When Santa comes through the door, a few minutes later, she forgets it entirely.

"Santa!" she shouts, leaping off the couch and sprinting over to him. She throws herself into Santa's arms and squeals in delight as he picks her up and spins her around, walking them back towards the couch. Santa groans like Daddy Blaine always does, propping her against his big, soft belly and saying in a deep and gravelly voice, "My, you're heavy! How old are you, forty?"

"I'm only four, Santa!" she answers, showing him three fingers.

Helpfully, Santa reaches over to curve another of her fingers up, counting out the four of them before groaning again and putting her down.

"This is my Daddy," Lizzie introduces, tugging Kurt up so that Santa can meet him properly. Santa shakes Kurt's hand, and Lizzie likes how much they smile at each other. Santa seems really nice.

"And I have another Daddy too, but he's not here right now. And also there's Gorge. Gorge! Come meet Santa!"

The little dog comes trotting over from the kitchen. He spares a quick look for Lizzie and Kurt, before turning to Santa and moving close to sniff at his feet.

"Gorge is very friendly," Lizzie informs Santa.

Santa looks nervous, but nods anyway. Maybe he's frightened of dogs.

Lizzie jumps and lets out a shocked scream when George gives a little snarl, his tiny teeth grabbing onto the bottom of Santa's pants and pulling. Santa stumbles back a few steps, but then George takes a running jump and grabs onto Santa's beard, just the end of it where it's hanging over his belly.

"No, George!" Daddy Kurt calls, lunging forward to pull the dog away, shoving him onto the couch.

But the damage is done. Santa is gone.

Instead, Daddy Blaine stands in his place, wearing a silly big suit and a floppy red hat, his expression sheepish as he scratches his head.

"Daddy," Lizzie murmurs, glancing over at George, now lying comfortably on the couch with a satisfied expression, "Why did Gorge eat Santa?"

A/N: Right, status update:

For all the usual reasons (real life, work, Glee being uninspiring), along with a tumblr breakdown (meaning me breaking down and taking it out on tumblr, not vice versa) things have meant that I'm not writing a lot of fanfiction now. What that means is that as soon as I can, I'll post everything that has been in transit, and then stop. Mostly that's pieces that I wanted to write prequels or sequels for, but never got around to it. Then, as per usual, I'll disappear for a while, and likely reappear when Glee gets good or when I read/see something else and feel inspired. So watch this space, please. I promise I'm not going anywhere.