You crept into Music Room #3. You were supposed to be in class, but you just couldn't stand those twins anymore. You looked around the abandoned music room. There were tables set up everywhere, all nicely polished.

Then you remember the Host Club. They had taken a perfectly good music room and converted it into a pillar of false romance. You sigh and begin to look around.

Your eyes fall on a huge golden curtain. You reach over, and brush it to the side to see a grand piano. You eagerly bounce up to the keys. I begin to play Christmas Carols.

Christmas is a week away, anyway.

You play though a couple before you get the impression your being watched. You look around, but can't see anyone.

You sigh, and play my favorite duet.

Baby its Cold Outside.

You play the intro, and then begin to lightly sing the female part. You imagine someone singing with me.

I really can't stay,

Baby its cold outside

I've got to go away

Baby its cold outside

This evening has been

Been hoping you'd drop in

So very nice

I'll hold your hands; they're just like ice.

My mama will start to worry,

Beautiful what's your hurry?

My father will be pacing the floor

Listen to the fireplace roar

So really I'd better scurry

Beautiful what's your hurry?

Maybe just I half a drink more

Put some records on while I pour

You register someone singing with me. you glance over to see a blonde boy, with beautiful purple eyes. He smiles and takes a few steps closer to where you sit at the piano.

The neighbors might think

Baby its bad out there

Say, what in this drink?

There are no cabs to be had out there

I wish I knew how

Your eyes are like stars right now

To break the spell

I'll take you hat, your hair looks swell.

I really ought to say no, no, no, sir,

Mind if I move in closer (The blonde boy sits beside me on the piano bench.)

At least I'm gonna say that I tried

What's the sense in hurting my pride

I really can't stay

Baby don't hold out

Ah, Baby,

It's cold outside

You smile at the blonde as you play the interlude. He surprises me by picking up a counter-melody on the bass of the piano. It sounds quite nice, actually. YOu smile at him broader.

I simply must go

Baby its cold outside

The answer is no

Baby it's cold outside

Your welcome has been

I'm lucky that you dropped in

So nice and warm

Look out the window, at that storm

My sister will be suspicious

My, your lips look delicious (We both blush at this line)

My brother will be there at the door

Waves on a tropical shore

My maiden aunt's mind is vicious

My, your lips are delicious

Or maybe just a cigarette more (you make a face at this, and the boy chuckles)

Never such a blizzard before

I've got to get home

Baby you'll freeze out there

Say, lend me a coat

It's up to your knees out there

You've really been grand

A thrill when you touch my hand

But don't you see

How could you do this thing to me

There's bound to be talk tomorrow

Imagine my life long sorrow

At least there will be plenty implied

If you caught pneumonia and died

I really can't stay

Get over that old out

Ah, but it's cold outside!

You both finish in harmony. You stare at each other for a minute, before he snaps out of it.

"I'm Tamaki Suoh, princess," He takes your hand and brushes a kiss to your knuckles.

"I'm (y/n)(l/n)," You introduce yourself. He smiles at you.

"You play piano quite well," He compliments you.

Your face flares red as you reply, "Thank you."

"Would you do me a favor?" He then asks. You furrow your eyebrow, but nod, "How about you come to the Host Club this afternoon, so I can get to know you better?"

You smile lightly and nod. He stands up from the piano, "That's great! I'll see you then, Princess."

You watch him walk out. You turn back to the piano and start to play again.

Who knew that a piano would help you meet new people?