Blaine tucked his feet up under the snuggie and let out a contented sigh. The house was warm and smelled delicious, just like Christmas should smell. Kurt, however, stood at the door to their living room, hands on hips, looking disgusted.
“BLAINE WARBLER, IF YOU DON’T REMOVE THAT THING RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO GOD YOU’LL BE EATING IT FOR YOUR CHRISTMAS DINNER.”
Needless to say, the snuggie was removed.
The neighbours thought the Hummel-Anderson snowman was quite well dressed this year, though.