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It’s a normal, boring, every day Thursday that finds Matty Anderson-Hummel and his best friend, Nash St. James, walking home from school. They do this every day, discussing their day and the things their other friends did to make them laugh (or cringe) while procrastinating as long as possible so they don’t have to start their homework.
You know, the typical life of fifteen-year-olds.
“Are we gonna play Mario Kart tonight?” Matty asks, hooking his thumbs under the straps of his backpack and pulling the straps close together on his chest.
Next to him, Nash kicks the rock he’s been trying to keep rolling for about two blocks now with his head down before bobbing his head from side to side, “Sure.”
“Lizzy said she’d be in.” Matty comments. Ever since his sister moved away for university, video games have been one of the ways they’ve stayed close.
Nash groans, “Fine, but I’m not playing teams. She always wants to play teams and that’s the lamest part of that game.”
Matty laughs, “You're just mad because she never wants you on her team.”
Nash and Lizzy have always had a strange relationship. Matty’s not sure if Nash harbours a crush on his sister (Matty’s always been too afraid to ask) or if their antagonistic relationship that has apparently been there since before Matty was even born has never truly mellowed out. Either way, they bicker like an old married couple most of the time.
Nash rolls his eyes, “I’m the best player and you all know it.”
Matty nods to concede the point just as the pair reach the Anderson-Hummel home. It’s not uncommon for the boys to spend most, if not all, of the evening and night at each other’s houses - more like brothers than best friends - and it can sometimes be a surprise which house they end up at. Wherever their feet take them is where they end up.
“I think we’re having meatballs for dinner.” Matty comments as they make their way up the driveway and to his front door.
“Score.” Nash comments.
Matty pushes open his front door and the pair barely have their feet inside the door before two figures jump out from the kitchen doorway and scream, “Happy December 1st!”
Matty and Nash jump before realizing that it’s Kurt and Blaine who have jumped out, but they are no less concerned when they see the men dressed head to toe in…Christmas. Both men are wearing Santa hats, ugly Christmas sweaters (though Kurt’s is decidedly less ‘ugly’ than Blaine’s) and Blaine has on candy cane striped pants. They are each holding oversize candy canes and have giant smiles on their faces.
Matty side eyes Nash, quickly, before leaning closer to him and whispering without taking his eyes off his fathers.
“Dude, your dads have lost their minds.”
Nash chuckles and shakes his head, “This is nothing. Try being woken up this morning during a chorus of Jingle Bells, complete with actual jingle bells being dropped onto your body, and being forced to join in. Full harmony.”
Matty chuckles, himself, at the image. His parents may be the kind of parents that embarrass him every chance they get, but honestly an explosion of Christmas in front of his best friend that is more nephew to them than anything else isn’t as bad as it could be.
Matty has thanked whoever he needs to thank more than once that his Aunt Rachel and Uncle Jesse aren’t his actual parents.
“Come on! We’re decorating the tree!” Blaine exclaims, jingling an ornament he has in his hands with a hopeful smile.
Matty and Nash look at each other and shrug, “Beats homework.” Matty reasons.
“Heck yeah, it does!” Nash exclaims, already dropping his backpack at the front door and jogging down to grab some of the ornaments.
Matty chuckles and follows suit, not even complaining when Kurt drops a Santa hat on his head.
Christmas time is here!