Baby, it's Cold Outside

Baby, it's Cold Outside - December 28th, Friday

           

Blaine ended making up his mind during lunch: he would win Kurt back. And he was doing it the right way; the way Kurt deserved: he was going to woo his ex-boyfriend. Watching a movie together last night had made Blaine realize that there was still a spark between them. He knew he had screwed up and that he had hurt Kurt in many ways; but something about New York and  spending Holidays together gave him confidence and hope.

                He was having lunch in a coffee-shop near Rockefeller Center after having spending the morning walking around 5th Avenue. After finishing his lunch; he was now headed to Broadway with a plan in his head. Blaine stopped at the Gershwin Theater and bought the two best seats he could afford for watching Wicked on Saturday.

                The first thing Blaine did when he was back at the apartment was start to cook. He would ask Kurt on a date during a romantic dinner. Maybe he would even light some candles. Blaine was happily singing and dancing while adding ingredients to different pans and bowls. He couldn't remember the last time he felt that way.

                When Kurt got home he was welcomed the second time that week by a delicious smell coming from the kitchen and a smiley Blaine:

                "Hey; you are home!"

                "What smells so nicely?"

"Quiche Lorraine and Chocolate Soufflé."

Kurt blushed:

"My favorites..."

Blaine looked down shyly in response, he was so nervous:

"I was in a cooking mood..."

"You are such a better roommate than Rachel; the time she tried to cook, she almost set fire to the whole apartment. Anyway, do you think there's time for me to take a quick shower before dinner?"

"Sure, sure; I'm still finishing things here and I still have to settle the table."

Kurt looked at him for reassurance:

"Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"I'm fine; tonight's on me."

Kurt smiled and went to the bathroom. Blaine heard when the water started running and when it stopped. He heard Kurt's blow-drier going on and heard when Kurt got out of the bathroom to answer his phone. Blaine couldn't help but eavesdropping into Kurt's conversation; damn that wall-less apartment!

"Hello?... Oh, hey Gavin, how can I help you?"

Who was this Gavin guy and why would he call Kurt Friday night?

"Yeah; I left the office early today. At that time I was already on my way home..."

Oh, someone from work... was it another workaholic like Kurt's boss who wanted to discuss work at this hour?

"Oh, that's so sweet of you! But I'm afraid I must leave it from another time... You see, I've already got a date for New Year's Eve."

Of course Kurt had a date and of course another guy was asking him out; Kurt wouldn't be alone for too long. Blaine felt a stinging pain in his chest as he hid the Wicked tickets and the candles while Kurt hanged up the phone and joined him in the kitchen:

"Gosh; I'm hungry."

Blaine hid his sorrow behind a smile:

"That's good! Come on; you can sit down. Lemonade?"

"Yeah, sure. Any reason why we are having such a special dinner?"

Blaine took a sip of his lemonade to compose himself before lying:

"No; none at all. Just wanted to thank you once again for the nice staying you are providing me."

Kurt opened his most beautiful smile causing Blaine's chested pain to hurt even more:

"Tell me about your day; what have you seen?"

Blaine smiled back: he may have lost Kurt's heart but he still had him in his life:

"I went to Rocker Feller Center and Times Square."

Kurt gasped excited:

"You saw Broadway! Isn't it a dream?"

Blaine sighed resigned:

"Yes; a wonderful dream..."

As they were doing the dishes, which Kurt insisted on helping, Blaine decided to try his luck:

"Any good film  airing tonight?"

Kurt snorted:

"I don't know; not for me at least. I'm so tired that I think I'll go to bed early; maybe try to read a bit."

"Oh... okay. So go ahead then; I'll finish it here. You've worked all day..."

Kurt smiled and hugged him:

"Thank you so much. Good night, Blaine."

"Good night, Kurt."

Blaine watched painfully as the love of his life slipped through his fingers the second time that evening.

It was the middle of the night when Kurt woke up on a jolt and ran out of his room. Blaine as awaken by the sudden movement and by the next second he was by Kurt's side knowing exactly what the problem was:

"Still having those nightmares?"

Kurt was slowly coming back from his shock:

"And you still are a light sleeper."

"It's about your mother, isn't it?"

Kurt collapsed and the next moment his face was covered with flowing tears as he sobbed hard. Blaine didn't think twice before enlacing his crying friend into a comforting hug:

"It's alright, Kurt. It was just a dream..."

Kurt twined his arms around Blaine's neck welcoming the warmth. He spoke between sobs:

"It gets so much worse around Christmas."

Blaine stroke his hands on Kurt's back:

"It's okay; you can cry... Do you want me to get you some water?"

Kurt held him tighter:

"Please don't let go of me."

"Never Kurt; I'm here for you. Do you want me to lay with you until you fall asleep again?"

Blaine's offer was as a friend, even so he could hardly believe it when Kurt nodded and started leading him to his bedroom. Blaine lay on his back and Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder with an arm around his chest. Kurt sweetly murmured "thank you" and felt asleep within seconds. Blaine smiled fondly at the sleeping boy in his arms and kissed the top of his head:

"You are so welcome, sweetie."

Blaine couldn't possible get up from there to move back to his bed. Not just because Kurt's weight was pressing him against the bed and he was afraid of waking his still shaken friend; but because something about having Kurt back in his arms made him wish morning would never come.