"...and that was Rod Stewart with a little help of Michael Bublé and their Winter Wonderland! I personally love that song so much. It always makes me warm inside. And those two amazing voices! Heaven for ears, isn't it?
"Okay, and now the weather report. It seems like New York is about to get hit by a snowstorm, so better hurry up with everything. Tomorrow, on Christmas Eve we expect over two feet of snow and temperature below 30 degrees. It's the perfect opportunity to stay home, with your loved ones and just be with them. There's nothing better than to drink hot chocolate and read, while cuddling with your partner in front of a fireplace, right? It's why I love winter time so much, it gives us more opportunities to do just that.
"The next song is also one of my favorites, and even though it was released years ago, it still is a bit controversial. But before we hear that Baby, It's Cold Outside, I see someone is calling us. Hello, this is Blaine Anderson, Radio Warbler New York. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"
Blaine smiled pushed some buttons. He loved getting calls from his listeners.
"No, it's not!" Melodic, but a bit hoarse voice exclaimed. "Nothing is beautiful, not about today, not about every day! All this Christmas spirit is totally overrated. No one is nicer those days. Your boss is an asshole who gets you even more work, so you can't go home, the boyfriend of two years you were about to introduce to your dad dumps you, because you're apparently too clingy, and you almost get killed because someone tripped and fall on you. So no! Nothing is beautiful! Life sucks! Love sucks!" The guy's started talking faster, only to hiccup between words. He's voice got higher, and Blaine could swear he heard sniffing.
"What's your name?" he asked, hoping it'd stop the man's ranting.
"...what?"
"What is your name?" Blaine repeated. "So I know what to call you."
There was silence on the other side. When Blaine thought the guy hung up, he heard his answer.
"Um.. Kurt. It's Kurt."
"Like in Sound of Music?" He smiled when he heard a soft 'mmhm' form the guy. "See, Kurt, you can't loose your spirit. Believe me, I know life sucks sometimes. But all the other time life is just so beautiful. We're gonna be snowed in the next couple of days. Take your time out, relax. Call your family, try new desserts. For just one day don't worry about anything. Let yourself be free."
Blaine hoped with all his heart that his little speech helped Kurt, at least a bit. Christmas was his favourite season, and he hated seeing people sad around that time. Frankly, he hated seeing people sad at any time, but it pained him more on Christmas.
"Well, you see, you're wrong, again." Came a response from his speaker. "I can't take a day off. Can't afford it. Life isn't a fairy tale. Or a stupid romcom. Day off won't resolve your problems. You can't just take a walk and bump into the love of your life in the Central Park. I don't know in what weird bubble you live, but the real world doesn't work like that. So, screw your stupid advice. Screw you, Blaine Warbler!"
Blaine looked at the "call disconnected" on his monitor, mouth wide open, stunned. He worked here for 10 years and never something like this happened to him. The silence prolonged, and it took Susan, one of the technician to knock on the glass screen to finally make Blaine react.
"Oh, wow, that was... Intense" he cleared his throat and pushed some buttons on the console in front of him. "I hope everyone else is having a bit better morning. And now promised Baby It's Cold Outside, the version sang by Rod Stewart and Dolly Parton. Enjoy."
In his apartment in East Village, Kurt threw his phone across the bed and groaned into pillow. He just made a total fool out of himself. On air! What the hell made him make that call? He blamed the cheeriness in Blaine's voice, the way he talk about Christmas and love. Kurt could swear glitter was coming from his radio speakers every time that guy talked about how magical this season is.
Looking at the clock on his nightstand, Kurt got out the bed. He had an hour before he had to be at the office. The thought of meeting with his boss made Kurt shiver. He only hoped that Jonathan didn't recognise him. It's one thing to bitch on your boss in private, but doing it on air of one of the biggest radio in the city? That was suicide.
Not that it wouldn't solve some of Kurt's problem. He didn't want to die, no. But to disappear for few weeks, recharge batteries, and hopefully came back with better ideas for his life. Instead of working for Vouge, or at least for the best Broadway theaters, he wasted his time designing and sweing for costume renting company. He liked Halloween, it was a time when he could be creative. But Christmas? Dear God. Every year, he had to make the same costumes for ten different nativity plays. Coudn't they use the costumes from previous yers? Did they eat them after the play or what?
He was grumpy, and he took it out on that poor radio guy. Kurt knew that. But it wasn't his fault his life was such a travesty. His job was a joke, and his love life? Once again, didn't exist. The thing was, he liked Corey, really. He liked him enough, that after a year of dating he wanted to finally introduce him to his family. Kurt had it everything planned - he would took Corey with him to Ohio for Christmas, and then he would take him for a romantic stroll and asked him to move in with him. But Kurt was so excited about it, he couldn't wait till Christmas. So he asked last night, while they were watching movies at Corey's place. The silence after his question lasted enough for Kurt to know he made a mistake. After that, they started talking, then arguing. During this screaming match Kurt learned his clingy, want too much, complain too much. He was too much in general. When Kurt came back home that night, he was gratful it happened at Core's place, and definitely not in Ohio.
With the last glare at the radio, that played Adele's Hello now, Kurt took his clothes and, cursing everything in the world, started to get ready for work.