Author's Notes: After being trapped inside for a while, there are only so many things people can do to amuse themselves. I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Blaine looked straight into the camera as the crew counted down to "action".

"Good morning, New York. It's Sunday December twentieth and you're watching NY1 News for your early morning coverage of your local weather. As always, I'm your weatherman, Blaine Anderson, and I'm here with your up to the minute coverage of the storm." He paused, and glanced away from the prompter briefly as a pair of bright blue eyes caught his attention. He swallowed nervously before refocusing his gaze on the screen. "We have already received six to eight inches, and the snow has yet to let up. According to our radar, it seems that the snow will continue into tomorrow morning. Remember to stay inside and keep warm. I'm your weatherman, Blaine Anderson, and don't forget to join us for the evening news at six!"

"That's a wrap. Good job, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine looked over at Kurt who was still perched behind the prompter next to George who seemed to be showing him what the rest of the controls were for. Kurt glanced up, and his face lit up as Blaine approached the two, but he soon redirected his gaze back to the controls.

"So what you're saying is that I could technically change the display on the prompter with the flip of this switch here..." Kurt said slyly.

"Technically, yes,"George laughed. "But we can't get too carried away here, can't mess up our guys -"

"Is Kurt doing alright, George?" Blaine asked as he stood there with his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, he's great. Catches on very quickly with the equipment," he said, smiling. "I can see him working here in no time."

"That's great to hear. Kurt, if you're not busy, would you mind joining me in the break room for coffee?" Blaine asked, nodding at George.

"Not at all," Kurt said, rising from his seat behind the prompter.

Tina side-eyed Blaine from across the room, which Blaine answered with a pleading look, that was then returned with a dismissive wave of the hand and a roll of the eyes.

"Sorry I can't take you on a real coffee date just yet," Blaine apologized. "At least the coffee here is usually fresh considering how many pots we go through in a day," he said with a laugh.

"It's alright. I'm a college student, I'm used to drinking any grade of coffee I can lay my hands on, and it's usually not gourmet or fresh," he joked.

They made their way into the break room and found a table near the corner. Kurt sat down while Blaine poured two cups of coffee and brought them over to the table.

"So, speaking of you being a college student, I'd love to hear about your life on campus," Blaine said, taking a seat across from Kurt.

"Well, like I said, I live off campus, so I don't really spend much time there besides during and between classes. My dad and Rachel's dads pay for the rent at the apartment so that we don't have to get jobs while we're here," Kurt said before taking a sip of his beverage.

"That's great, it's always good to have one less thing to worry about. Your roommate, you said she attends a performing arts school...?"

"NYADA, yeah. She wants to be on Broadway one day, always has ever since high school, at least, that's as long as I've known her."

"I see she has big dreams too. I honestly think it's amazing that you can still look at the world in the way you do," Blaine said, his eyes becoming sad.

"It was never very hard for me. I always kind of knew what I wanted to do, and I never let anything get in my way," Kurt said shrugging.

"That's very admirable."

Blaine paused and looked down at the table, and Kurt noticed that he seemed to be struggling with something internal which was evident from his expression. He stared at Blaine for a moment before Blaine finally lifted his eyes back up to look at Kurt. He took a few sips of his coffee and smiled slightly before continuing.

"What do you guys do in your free time, I mean, when you aren't on campus?"

"Rachel likes to perform, of course, so there's this place we go called 'Callbacks' where she tends to hog the stage on open mic nights. She drags me along and always tries to get me to sing with her, but I won't," Kurt explained.

"Why not? You have a wonderful voice..."

"You're one of the only people to tell me that," Kurt said quietly.

Blaine sat in silence for a moment, staring into his coffee. His one hand was wrapped around the cup and the other was resting on the table's surface. He sighed.

"What would I have to do to get you to sing during that open mic?"

A mischievous look flashed across Kurt's face.

"Sing with me."

"Oh. No, no I don't think I could do that, I'm really not very good," Blaine said, shaking his head.

"Then no one will ever get me up on that stage," Kurt said simply.

"Oh, really? That's how you're going to be? Alright, I'll play your game, but just know that I tend to win," Blaine said with a smirk. "I'll sing one song with you, and only one song." He wasn't sure yet if he'd regret this promise, but he wanted so badly to give into Kurt's proposition, if only to hear him sing again.

Kurt beamed and grabbed Blaine's hand and held it on top of the table. Blaine hadn't held someone's hand in ages. He had forgotten how nice it could be. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Blaine saw Tina approaching. He frowned knowing that it was only a matter of time.

"Hey, sorry to ruin your fun, but I need Kurt to help me with a few things. He is my intern, after all," Tina said.

"Right. Guess I forgot," Blaine said. "Sorry, Kurt. We'll have to cut this short. But, 'Callbacks'...?"

"It's a date," Kurt said beaming. Kurt stood up and followed Tina out of the room smiling apologetically at Blaine who shrugged. He knew he was lucky enough to get the time that he did get with Kurt, and he wasn't going to argue. He should get back to his office, get some work done, and prepare for the evening report. He pushed his chair in, tossed the now empty coffee cups in the trash, and made his way out of the break room.

-s-

Kurt stepped into the elevator behind Tina, and she pressed the button to take them to her office on the fifth floor. Then she turned to Kurt with a smirk on her face, and Kurt suddenly became very nervous. He was cornered, and she looked like a hungry dog.

"So...you two have been spending quite a bit of time together. I kind of knew, once I saw that you two had met, that you would hit it off," she said smiling.

"Oh. Really? I mean, how?" Kurt was confused by Tina's assertions.

"You know I have your resume on file, and I learned a lot about you from it. Also, Blaine has been my best friend since we were undergrads and throughout graduate school, and I know what he's into - and who he's into. Of course, I wasn't his type," she joked. Kurt blushed a little and adjusted his collar in attempt to cover it up. When what Tina just said finally registered, Kurt started nervously.

"Wait - Blaine went to graduate school?" Kurt questioned, panicking slightly.

"Of course. Oh...don't tell me - did he not even tell you how old he is?"

"Well, no. And I didn't feel it was right to ask. I just assumed..."

Tina laughed. "Don't worry, he's only thirty-four, but he looks younger than he is. He kinda sped through his courses, a bit of a nerd actually," she added.

Kurt snickered. He had already gathered that from the time he spent with Blaine so far, but Kurt found Blaine's passion for things like literature and music incredibly endearing, and, anyway, he kind of considered himself a nerd too.

"I met Blaine our sophomore year in a public speaking class. Trust me, he was not as suave back then. In fact, he had this ridiculous mop of curly hair - a little longer than it is now - which he still tried to style with gel, and he was not very eloquent. But he's always been really smart and insightful, and, of course, he's got some pretty nice assets," Tina winked. "He's so sweet, though, which I'm sure you know by now."

"Yeah, he's very kind," Kurt responded, trying to remain as professional as possible. But he was well aware of how sweet Blaine was and how easily he could make him melt.

"Oh, and that's not even the tip of the iceberg. I have so many stories about him!" she said excitedly. "He didn't really go out much in college, besides when I would drag him along to things, but when he did, he became a completely different person." The doors of the elevator opened, and they stepped out and headed down the hall towards their destination. Tina continued.

"I guess he was a closeted theater geek, because no one would have expected it from this quiet guy who sat reading science texts all day. A few drinks in him, and I could get him singing and dancing around. And he loved dancing on furniture for some reason, which I thought was hilarious," she laughed, a distant look in her eyes as if she was recalling some very fond memories.

Tina seemed to enjoy talking, so Kurt let her go on. He was learning some pretty juicy information about Blaine that could come in handy in the future. And, although he found Tina's inclination to gossip to be a bit unprofessional, it was kind of nice to hear about Blaine from one of his close friends. They reached the office and entered, closing the door behind them. Tina sat at her desk and gestured for Kurt to pull the chair around from the front of her desk to sit next to her. He sat down, relaxed into the chair, and crossed his legs.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but since we're well past crossing boundaries - and I assume you and Blaine are too - I can't help myself. One time we went out to a party our senior year, and Blaine, who usually only drinks beer, decided to take a few shots of something much harder. Let's just say he got a little out of control. I had seen him drunk before, but this time was different. He climbed up on the host's kitchen table and belted out 'Part of Your World' from The Little Mermaid. He acted out the whole damn thing. When it was over, everyone cheered before laughing - most likely at him - the rest of the night," she said.

"No way!" Kurt gasped, trying to stifle a giggle. Although, he could never picture the Blaine he knows doing that, he knew he wouldn't be able to look at him the same way again. However, he felt a bit guilty that Tina was giving him such personal information about Blaine that he hadn't chosen to tell him himself. At least, not yet.

"Mmhmm. They teased him so much after that, even though he actually sounded quite good. I felt so bad for him. He was so embarrassed that he stopped going to parties. It was so difficult to get him to do anything for a while. He would hide in his dorm like a hermit and just sit on his bed reading. But enough about him, I want to know about you now," she said excitedly.

Kurt was startled by this quick change in topic, and he sat up straight, uncrossing his legs, and swallowed nervously.

"I know you're a senior at NYU, and you're on the Dean's List, but what I found really interesting were your listed activities from high school. You were in glee club?" Tina asked.

"Yeah, we were national champions my senior year," Kurt explained, "but I never got back into it, singing, in college. I decided I preferred working behind the scenes."

Tina sat back in her chair. "Sometimes, but not very often, I would encounter Blaine in a very sentimental mood, and he'd go on and on about how he just wanted to play music and make art. But, lately, he seems tired and uninterested. I think, and I hope you don't take this the wrong way, I think that you could be something really good for Blaine," Tina said earnestly.

Kurt grinned. He and Blaine did seem to have this unusual connection from the beginning, and he thought about what Tina said, about how Blaine had changed. Maybe she believed that Blaine's potential had gone to waste over the past few years, that he wasn't truly happy, and that maybe hanging around Kurt could open him back up to certain things.

"So, I overheard that you two made a date to go to some place called 'Callbacks'? What was that about?" Tina questioned, seemingly very interested.

"It's a small bar near campus that holds open mic nights. My roommate and I go there a few times a month," Kurt explained.

"I see. So, you don't feel weird bringing Blaine along, ya know, because of the age thing?"

"No...why would I feel weird?" It hadn't really occurred to Kurt, how the age difference might come into play, but he wouldn't be ashamed to have Blaine around his friends. In fact, they would probably give him kudos for landing this guy, especially since he was a public figure, even though he might not really be that well-known by his peers. But Kurt wasn't worried because he thought Blaine was interesting, really charming, and could win over anyone he introduced him to.

"Alright, if you're being honest, then that's pretty cool of you," Tina said. "I could see this resulting in something really great." She smiled warmly. "Is he going to sing...?"

"Yes!" Kurt said, eyes shining. "I got him to agree to one song, but he'll only sing if I sing too."

"Interesting," she said, drawing out each syllable. She paused as if thinking hard about something. Then she spoke again. "Alright, I really enjoyed this little chat, but," Tina looked over at the clock on her computer, "unfortunately, I've got a bit of work to do, and I've a few things for you too. I'll need you to run a few files to some colleagues. Don't worry, it's not nearly as much as last time. And when you're finished, you can relax again," she said pulling the files from her desk drawer.

"Okay, thank you so much," Kurt said, rising from his chair and taking the files from Tina.

"The names of the recipients are on top. Just don't wander off too far." She laughed. "Who am I trying to kid? I'll know where to find you," Tina finished, rolling her eyes.

Kurt hesitated briefly, smiling to himself, and then turned around to leave the office.