Kurt ran down the dark sidewalk, lit only by the streetlamps and neon building signs, the tails of his scarf trailing behind him, having come untucked from his coat, which he hadn't buttoned. The sides of the coat were billowing out at his hips, too, making him shiver. "Crap!" he mumbled to himself as he went, his briefcase snapping against his leg. "I'm late! I'm late!" For a very important date, his brain sang helpfully, making him even more irritated than he already was. "I do not have time for singing that song," he grumped.

Finally, he saw a taxi just getting ready to pull away from the curb, and he raced forward, shouting, "Wait!"

The taxi driver paused just long enough for him to throw open the door and slide in. Then, the driver drove off, and Kurt was left to catch his breath. He stared out the window as he went to toss his briefcase onto the seat next to him. He was shocked to hear a loud "Ooof!" come from beside him.

Kurt whipped his head around to see a man dressed in a sparkly red suit with white lining at the cuffs and collar, a sparkling green tie, a shiny silver shirt, and a dazzling Santa hat on his head sitting there, scowling at him with an annoyed expression that didn't reach his eyes. "I am so, so sorry!" Kurt said, grabbing his briefcase and pulling it back to him, hugging it to his chest.

The man's eyes sparkled. "Where are you off to in such a distracted hurry?"

"I'm supposed to be meeting up with my best friend and her boyfriend for a blind date with her boyfriend's gay brother…" Kurt sighed. "To be honest, I'm dreading it, and that's at least part of the reason why I'm running late." He glanced at his phone which he hadn't even realized until now was clutched in his hand. "I mean, I'm always running late, but I'm extra late today. She's probably going to kill me."

"You don't have to go, you know," the stranger said.

"I actually really do. I already bailed on her for this once last week. I can't do it again."

"But baby it's cold outside," the stranger sang at him, chuckling at Kurt's frown.

Okay. That was incredibly cute, Kurt thought to himself, even as he changed the subject. "I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel. I work as a de—"

"...designer at Vogue," the two of them finished together, and Kurt smiled.

"How did you know?"

"As if I don't read Vogue," the stranger said, rolling his eyes. "Where else can I find out the latest fashion trends to wear to the stage door after my shows?"

"You're an actor?" Kurt asked. "On Broadway or off?"

"On, usually."

"Anything I would know you from? I'm a frequent flyer on Broadway."

"Well," the stranger hedged. "Maybe if I do this…" He cleared his throat.

"Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world

Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before

Let your soul take you where you long to be

Only then can you belong to me"

"Oh, my god, you're Phantom," Kurt exclaimed. "I have seen that show so many times! You're brilliant in that show. Positively brilliant." Then, the actor's name flashed through his head, and he had to keep himself from completely melting into his seat. "You're Blaine. Blaine Anderson." God, I'd give anything to be your gay Christine on stage. Honestly, I'd give anything to be your gay anything. Gay boyfriend. Gay bar superstar. You name it, and I'm there. You're the stuff my wet dreams are made of.

"Well, thank you," Blaine said with a smile.

Kurt was relieved that all his thoughts had stayed in his head. He had a tendency to be blurty when he was excited or nervous, and he definitely didn't want Blaine to know that he'd had wet dreams about him. "So, where are you headed to now?" he asked, hoping to change the subject a little. "I know Phantom doesn't wear anything like that, and that's not your typical stage door attire." He blushed and bowed his head. "I've gotten your signature several times."

"I'm doing a charity Christmas concert tonight. Several of us from tons of different shows are getting together to sing Christmas songs, and I thought I should wear a jazzy outfit." He paused, cocking his head to give Kurt a curious look. "You know, you could come, too, if you'd like. I could get you in backstage after the show. I've got a boyfriend pass."

Kurt nearly choked on his own breath. "A what?"

"A boyfriend pass. All of us performers were given the okay to bring our significant other to the show." He shrugged. "I'm not currently seeing anyone, but… I'd like to be." He winked at Kurt with a knowing smile.

"You-you want to be seeing me? Like-like as in dating?"

"I mean, who wouldn't? You're fucking gorgeous, Kurt Hummel of Vogue, and every gay man in New York is crazy if they don't want to be with you."

"I think you're the only person who thinks that."

Blaine scoffed. "I'm sure that's hardly true." His eyes sparkled as he added, "Tell me this wouldn't be a better time than going on a blind date with your best friend's boyfriend's brother."

"It would be so much better."

"So, what are you waiting for? Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination."

"You're quite a charmer with your song lyrics, aren't you?"

"So I've been told," Blaine said with a smirk. "Are you coming?"

"I don't know… I really shouldn't bail on her again. I mean, she'll be so upset if I—" Suddenly, he couldn't speak because Blaine's perfect mouth was covering his, kissing him deeply. Kurt's hands came up by his face in shock and surprise as Blaine's came up to hold his face gently in his palms.

"Does that help to convince you?" he asked breathily when he pulled back a moment later.

"Try once more," Kurt whispered.

So, Blaine did, this time tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of Kurt's neck as Kurt's hands made contact with the perfect, warm, tanned skin of his cheeks. They kissed for several long moments, exploring, letting their tongues map out the other's mouth.

When they pulled back again, Kurt whispered, "I'm convinced."

"Perfect. Text your friend. Tell her you won't be there," Blaine told him as the cab pulled to a stop along the curb outside the Kennedy Center.

"She's gonna be so mad at me."

"Don't worry. I'll charm her with Christmas music at a private concert later," Blaine promised. "Just text her so we can get out of here." He gestured toward the building so Kurt could see the two attendants with clipboards rushing toward them, eager to open the door, their faces illuminated by the large overhead lights along the sidewalk.

As Kurt turned on his phone to do so, Blaine began to kiss from the corner of his mouth, across his cheek, and down his neck, making Kurt's fingers forget how to type for a moment. Finally, he was able to get out, "Not coming. Found a boyfriend. Explain later." No sooner had he hit send when Blaine claimed his lips in a kiss again, reaching back to shut the door firmly when one of the attendants pulled it open, his lips never leaving Kurt's.

Finally, when they were both out of breath, Blaine pulled away. His eyes lit up with his wide smile as he told Kurt, "Well, you got your wish. Now, you're my Christine."

Kurt's eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and his cheeks turned a bright pink. "You heard that?"

"Yep. And I loved it. You're cute."

"So are you."

Blaine grabbed his hand and pushed the cab door open. "Come on. Let's go. We're walking in a winter wonderland." And just like that, as if by magic, snow started to fall lightly as the two of them followed the attendants into the Kennedy Center, hand in hand.