okay i don't even know what i'm doing anymore

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.

In other news, I guess Broccoli doesn’t even know what they even want anymore.

It’s like they hire someone to color Reiji, who happens to be high 9 out of 10 times.

Then ones day the person gets sick so they get someone else who knows what they’re doing to color him in.

So I’m assuming Reiji has 2 color animators and 1 is only there on off days cause the first person can’t get their shit together and pick the right eye color.