Author's Notes: I wrote this a few months ago and was not certain if I should continue it or if it should stand alone. I am posting it as a WIP: if I get positive reviews or if anyone shows interest in me expanding the story, then I will gladly do it. It is un-beta'd, and I apologize in advance for any weird stuff.

"Five minutes!"

Blaine straightened his bow tie, checked his hair to make sure his gel was still holding up, flattened and smoothed his lapels against his chest and allowed Cecilia to finish powdering his face and securing his mic before rushing out onto the floor to face the cameras. New York City winters were often harsh, but this winter would be especially bad. The Northeast from Maine to Delaware and stretching west across Pennsylvania was about to be hit by one of the worst nor'easter snow storms he has ever predicted or experienced in his lifetime. Now it was time for him to step up and be the bearer of bad news for millions of people. At least he understood the value and importance of his job. It was all about preparedness and safety, and this was all worth it if he could help people.

The lights were on him, burning his eyes slightly and causing them to water, as the cameras and prompter began rolling.

"Good evening! It's Saturday December nineteenth and you're watching NY1 News at Six for the most current up to the minute coverage of your local weather. I'm your weatherman Blaine Anderson, and we have breaking news about the impending snow. An update on our radar tells us that this will not be a mere three to five inches. There is a nor'easter blowing in with wind gusts up to fifty miles per hour, temperatures dropping into the negatives, and anywhere from twelve to thirty-six inches of snow. The storm is expected to arrive around midnight tonight and continue into Monday morning. Please prepare to stay warm indoors, and make sure you're stocked up and ready to keep your family and loved ones safe and secure as we ride out this storm. Tune back in at eleven this evening, or watch the bottom of your screen for updates and school closings. This is your weatherman Blaine Anderson and good night!"

"And that's a wrap!"

Blaine let the smile fall away from his face as soon as the cameras stopped filming. Optimism was expected of him, but, beneath the facade of his profession, he was worried. It's not that he wasn't used to inclement and difficult weather conditions, it's just that he was well aware of the fact that the subways would probably shut down early in attempt to persuade the public to remain indoors, which, of course, would leave him without a way of returning home. Not that his lonely apartment would be a great place to be trapped during this storm either.

He yawned. It was going to be a long weekend. He better get some coffee.

The break room was noisy with the chatter of his coworkers, their assistants, and a few unfortunate interns. Blaine was heading towards the coffee machine when someone bumped into him.

"Oh my - I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to - it's just they gave me all these papers and files to make copies and organize -"

"It's alright, calm down," Blaine smiled, chuckling about how nervous the young man was. He looked to be about twenty, probably a college student. Blaine had never seen him around before. He must be a new intern. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful he was as he stood before him, his perfectly coiffed chestnut hair, porcelain skin dusted lightly with freckles that he seemed determined to conceal under some sort of powder, his bright blue eyes that contained hints of greens and gray, his slightly upturned nose, and round chin perched beneath perfectly pink lips. He was the essence of youth.

"I'm Blaine Anderson," Blaine said, extending his hand, but realizing the intern was still burdened with documents, he smiled and said, "here, let me help you with these first."

He took half the stack, and they set the piles down on a nearby table.

"Thank you! I'm Kurt, Kurt Hummel," he replied, taking the man's hand. "I'm new here. Just started yesterday, actually. I go to NYU and I was so grateful to receive this opportunity to intern over the winter break," he said grinning. His hand was unexpectedly soft in Blaine's as he held onto it for a split second longer than was necessary before breaking off the handshake.

"That would explain why I hadn't seen you around before. What is your major?"

"Film production. I want to work mostly behind the scenes. One day, though, I hope to write and direct movies. I know...why am I here? I figured a news station was a great place to get experience working with the equipment and a team."

"But- then why do they have you doing a secretary's job?" Blaine questioned. "That doesn't seem very beneficial..."

"I know," he responded shyly and withdrew on himself a little as if wondering if it was too risky to voice his concern.

"It's alright. I understand. They like to take advantage of the interns here, and I don't think that's right. Who's your mentor?"

"Um...it's Mrs. Cohen-Chang. She's great though, really," he added unconvincingly.

"Ah, I'll see what I can do. She happens to be a close friend of mine, and I'm pretty sure she'd care if I had an opinion on the matter," he said winking at Kurt. "Sometimes she gets a little carried away when she has an assistant."

"Wow, thank you so much!" Kurt said beaming and blushing a little as he was not certain how to interpret the wink this older, handsome man had just given him.

"Don't worry about it. I was in your place once, we all were."

"Well, I sh-should probably take care of these files..." he stammered.

Blaine picked up the half stack again from the table.

"Where to?"

"The copy room on the fourth floor."

"Well then, after you," Blaine said gesturing towards the elevator as they exited the break room. Blaine figured there was no harm in assisting the intern. In fact, he had a selfish interest: something was drawing him to this young man, and he was totally okay with possibly getting to know him in the process.

It was nearly impossible to hold a conversation while the machines were running. But Blaine managed to learn that Kurt was from Ohio not far from where he grew up, that he lived with his dad, step-mother and step-brother, and that he was living off campus with a friend from high school who was attending a local performing arts school. Once the machines finally stopped, they gathered up the files and made their way out.

"Now for Mrs. Cohen-Chang, since I'm assuming that's where you're headed next...?"

"Oh, yes. She needs me to bring these back as soon as possible."

"Alright. I've got some time, so I'll be a gentleman and accompany you to her office."

Kurt was speechless and a little nervous. Talking to Blaine was unusually easy, but he was still uncertain about how his interference might affect his internship. He was also uncertain as to what Blaine's intentions were. He seemed to be flirting, but that could just be Kurt's imagination as he had a bad track record of misinterpreting the actions and words of others often leading to unrequited love and heartbreak as the hopeless romantic he was. But he also recognized that Blaine was an older man, and this could be something entirely different. He wasn't even sure if he was gay. That would be just his luck, like usual.

Tina's office was on the fifth floor, and upon entering, Blaine saw that she was currently having a somewhat heated phone conversation with what sounded like her husband.

"I know you want me home during this storm, Mike, but I don't think it will be possible. They expect me to stay at the station until at least one AM, and by that time the storm will probably be in full-effect."

Blaine listened quietly at the door for a few seconds before clearing his throat.

"Oh! Let me call you back, sweetie. I've got a visitor. Hey, Blaine," she said as she placed the phone back on the receiver.

"Hey, Tina. I hear you haven't been very kind to the interns. What have you got to say about that?"

"Blainey, you know me. I just get so carried away when I finally have helping hands. Hey, I see you've met Kurt," she said noticing him as he stepped over towards the filing cabinet to unload his burden.

"Yes, I have. Did you know that he's a film production major? Seeing that you're in charge of the production crew, I don't see why you can't give him better things to occupy his time with rather than doing your dirty work."

Tina smiled. "Touché. You got me there. I'll see what I can do for him."

Just then, the intercom came on in Tina's office:

"Mrs. Cohen-Chang?"

"Yes?"

"We are currently contacting all heads of departments. The snow has arrived early, and transportation has shut down throughout the city. I'm afraid we'll be snowed in at the station tonight and probably into tomorrow if the storm plays out as predicted."

"Very well. Thank you," she responded as the speaker clicked off.

Oh crap, Kurt thought. He better call Rachel so she doesn't worry about him. Where would he sleep though? He shivered as he thought about the snow.

"Excuse me, I need to make a call," Kurt said nervously.

"It's alright, you've been super helpful tonight. Go relax for a bit since we're in for a long weekend," Tina replied.

"Thank you," Kurt replied and slipped out of the office.

"He's cute, isn't he?" she teased Blaine.

"Oh god yes," Blaine almost shouted, laughing at himself.

"He's gay, too, ya know. I'm sure that makes him a lot more qualified in your eyes than I ever was," she joked referencing the hopeless one-sided crush she once had on Blaine back in college.

"Thank god we can joke about it now," he said smiling.

"So what are your plans for tonight? Going to give Kurt a tour of the building...?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"C'mon, it's not like that. He's a sweet kid."

"Sure..." she said, "like you haven't thought about showing him your fancy office with your big comfortable couch and personal bathroom."

"Tina," Blaine said warningly. "Honestly, I was enjoying hearing him tell me about himself. I see a little bit of me in him -"

"Yep," Tina interrupted slyly.

"Okay, I'm leaving. I can't take much more of your not so subtle hinting," he said as he turned to open the door to exit the office.

"He's gonna want that fine ass, Blaine Anderson!" she called out.

"I'll see you later," he said, closing the door firmly behind him.

Blaine walked down the hallway back towards the elevator where he saw Kurt hanging up his phone and looking confused.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Rachel, my roommate, doesn't seem too concerned about me being stuck here, seeing that she has company of the male variety over."

"Oh. I see."

"So, if we're stuck here, is there some sort of lounge where they expect us to wait around, possibly sleep, and hope that the storm blows over...?"

"Well, there is a lounge, then there's the break room which you're familiar with. But I prefer my office. It's roomy and quiet and has a great view. Besides, I usually spend my down time alone...but, I mean, you're welcome to join me, if that's not too much to ask," Blaine said half mumbling as he realized that may have come off the wrong way.

Kurt swallowed nervously.

"There's a piano...and I have books," he added quickly.

Kurt's face lit up at the mention of these things. Did he really have a piano in his office? Kurt wondered, intrigued, nonetheless.

"Okay," he said quietly. "That sounds lovely."

"Shall we, then? I've also got a mini fridge and a supply of snacks and I don't know about you, but I'm starving," he said as he pressed the button for the second floor. They stepped into the elevator and began to descend.

As they approached room two hundred and six, Blaine unlocked the door and led Kurt inside.

"Here we are. It's my home away from home...oh, and there's a bathroom right over there if you need to use it," he said pointing over to the corner of the room. "I think that's important to know seeing as we're stuck here for the night and possibly the weekend."

Kurt was amazed and overwhelmed. Blaine's office was huge. In fact it was bigger than Kurt and Rachel's studio apartment. He walked over to the red leather sofa that lined the one wall of the room and hesitated before sitting down.

"What is the point of this office," Kurt asked, confused and amazed. "I mean, you're like a meteorologist, right...? How do you get any actual work done in here?"

"Well, there's a computer. There's that...and, well basically it's the computer," Blaine laughed. "I think they felt the need to give me this big fancy space to somehow match my job title and time with the station. But, you're right...it's excessive," he concluded, breaking out into laughter again as Kurt joined him.
After their laughter died down, Blaine spoke again.

"Would you like something to drink? I've got everything from apple juice to protein smoothies to wine."

"You have apple juice? Don't tell me you have juice boxes...?" Kurt grinned narrowing his eyes at Blaine.

"Hey now, don't be a jerk. No, today, sadly, I don't have boxes, just the regular, boring old plastic bottles. How old are you anyway? I didn't think to ask earlier."

"Twenty-one," Kurt replied.

"Really? Or are you just saying that because I mentioned wine? Nah, I'm just teasing you. So that makes you a...?"

"Senior. The spring semester following this internship is my final one at NYU," Kurt explained.

"That's great! Have you been looking around at places to apply yet?"

"I have...looked, I mean, but I kind of just want to pursue something independent for a while, maybe start writing my own stuff...I don't know. It's silly."

"No, Kurt, it's not silly. I understand, trust me. Do you think I always wanted to be 'weatherman Blaine' working for a local news station? I'll tell you something I don't tell most people. When I was nearly finished my degree, I had second thoughts about my future career and my goals in life. I mean, I love science, and I knew I always wanted to be on television, but there was a point where all I wanted to do was be on a stage, in front of hundreds of people, a live audience...playing music."

"I was wondering why you had a piano in here...do you ever play it?"

"Sometimes, when no one is really around. I kind of gave it up after college, at least, I don't play nearly as often. Whoa, it's been like nine years since I graduated," Blaine thought aloud.

Kurt began calculating in his head, trying to guess Blaine's age. He must be around thirty then. Well that's not that old, Kurt thought. Not too old for me anyway, he thought, feeling slightly guilty about his inner monologue as if Blaine might hear him and be completely creeped out. Kurt stood up and walked over to the piano and sat down on the bench.

"May I...?"

"Oh, yeah, if you want to," Blaine was caught off guard for a moment as he was brought back from his thoughts of the past, his thoughts about things he didn't realize he missed up until now. Kurt pushed back the cover over the keys and hovered his fingers over them until he finally let them fall onto a few notes. He wasn't much of a musician, but he had often used the piano to pick out tones as he practiced songs in the past. He also hoped that once Blaine heard it played, that he wouldn't be able to resist.

He was right.

"Is that anything in particular?" Blaine asked curiously.

"Not really. I'm not much for piano," Kurt answered sadly. Blaine got up from his desk, and slowly made his way over to the piano where, to Kurt's delight, he sat himself down next to Kurt on the bench. He placed his hands on the keys and played a few scales, easing into it, trying to get a feel for it again. It was almost too easy, as Blaine realized that it all came back to him quite quickly, naturally as he sped up the movement of his fingers on the keys and played a few chords.

Kurt sat beside him in awe, watching him play.

Blaine was suddenly aware at how lost he was becoming in the music, paused, and then began playing a song.

Oh my. Kurt knew this one. Blaine continued to play a lengthy, partially improvised intro as Kurt began to hum along. Then, he couldn't hold it back any longer, and he opened his mouth to sing as the snow continued to fall outside the window:

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blaine stopped after the first verse, and stared at Kurt in utter amazement. He was speechless. This man's voice...it was stunning, beautiful, flawless.

"Kurt, that was - that was lovely,' Blaine stammered, completely losing all his composure.

Kurt felt a blush creep up his neck and into his cheeks. He could barely look Blaine in the eye.

"You really think so...?" he said quietly, feeling shy for the first time in a long time. Blaine's gaze was still focused on him as if studying him or something. Kurt looked back into Blaine's eyes, and his heart began to beat rapidly in his chest.

Blaine blinked a few times, scanning Kurt's face, searching for something maybe. His eyes lingered on Kurt's mouth for a moment before returning to his eyes.

Blaine's eyes seemed to be searching for an answer from Kurt to a question he was confident he knew and was capable of giving and, in this moment, was so willing. Kurt gently grabbed Blaine's hand, set it on his leg, and that was all Blaine needed to know before closing the gap between them. It was as if the static electricity in the winter air infused itself with the kiss: as their lips slid together, Blaine made a noise as if he had been shocked. Kurt returned the noise with a soft moan before pressing in even further, drawing out each kiss until finally Blaine pulled away. Kurt inhaled deeply, air returning to his lungs.

"You're amazing, Kurt," Blaine breathed.

Kurt looked away, suddenly shy again, and redirected his gaze over towards the window. The sky was dark now, and the snow was falling heavily. He could hear the wind whistling past the building, beating the snow against the glass and then switching direction again. He stood up from the bench and walked over to the window to gaze out over the parts of the city he could see, but it was mostly all white.

"Kurt, did I do something wrong?" Blaine asked rising from the bench as well, walking over to join Kurt by the window.

"No. It's not that," Kurt began quietly. "You didn't do anything wrong, in fact, nothing has ever felt more right than that kiss...I'm sorry. I just get carried away too easily."

"Please don't apologize. I know exactly what you mean. Kurt - when you sang 'Blackbird', I had a moment where all I could think about was how I wanted nothing more but to remain in that moment listening to you sing, like there was nothing else worth living for."

Kurt felt Blaine slowly wrap his arms around his waist from behind, and Kurt leaned into the embrace. Blaine set his head on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt closed his eyes allowing himself to relax, taking in the warmth from the body holding him.

"You move me, Kurt," Blaine almost whispered in his ear.

Kurt turned his body around to face Blaine, now wrapping his arms around the back of Blaine's neck. He brought their foreheads together as he gazed longingly into Blaine's eyes. There he saw promise, something that made Kurt feel like nothing could go wrong, something real.

"We've got all night," Kurt whispered back.

"Perhaps all weekend," Blaine added.

"Maybe all month," Kurt said.

"I don't think I can handle that," Blaine began slowly. Kurt stepped back looking utterly disappointed and hurt. "I mean, can this continue once your internship is over? I want to take you on a date, get to know you more, do this the right way," Blaine said.

Kurt felt relieved. "I'd - really like that," he responded, stepping back towards Blaine, wrapping his arms around him once more, and nuzzling his nose into his cheek before resting his head on Blaine's shoulder now. He could get use to this. He could get to know this man, to maybe even love him.

Their lips met again as the snow continued to fall, concealing the city like a great white blanket. At least they were inside, here, together, safe and warm. And the world outside was silent.

All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise