Day 17: Global

A light but steady rain pelted the glass of the window. The curtains had been pulled aside and the blinds raised to let in what little light was to be had on this dull, gray day.

"This is just wrong," Blaine sighed, peering between the slats of the blinds.

"Global warming, I suppose," Kurt answered, sidling up to him and offering a hot cup of coffee.

"It's Christmas Eve. It should be cold and snowing, not fifty degrees and raining," Blaine complained. "I was hoping our first New York Christmas would be a classic winter wonderland. We'd go skating, and build a snowman in the park. I'd wear my new beanie, and you'd forget your gloves, so I'd hold your hand in my coat pocket to keep it warm."

Kurt pulled Blaine away from the window and to the couch where they settled beside one another. "In other words, we were going to have Christmas in a Hallmark movie," he summarized.

Blaine blushed sheepishly. "When you say it like that, it sounds stupid."

"No, it's sweet and romantic, just like you," Kurt countered, putting his head on Blaine's shoulder. "But you know, most of the time, snow in New York only stays nice for about half an hour and then it just becomes all slushy and dirty and disgusting."

Blaine nodded in agreement. "Yeah, they never show you that in the Hallmark movies."

They fell silent for a few minutes, listening to the patter of the raindrops amid the usual din of city noises.

"You know," Kurt said quietly, "there is one part of the Hallmark Christmas movie we can still experience."

"What's that?" Blaine asked.

Kurt turned his face up towards Blaine, who looked back at him, their faces inches apart. "The happy ever after ending," he smiled.

"It's my favorite part," Blaine whispered, ducking his head to meet Kurt's lips in a kiss.