Day 12: Converge
"Oh, come on, it's not that bad," Blaine encouraged, practically dragging Kurt beside him as they shuffled along with the crowd towards the center of Times Square.
"Blaine," Kurt groused, "I don't understand why – hey! I'm walking here!" he interrupted himself to yell at a car that lurched forward while they crossed the street, then continued, "I don't understand why we have to come here. It's bad enough on a regular basis, but now? At Christmastime? To the one place in the city besides Rockefeller Center where all the tourists with a week's vacation converge?" He grunted as a group of giggly teenage girls bumped into him while trying to livestream their walk to the TKTS steps.
"All will be revealed," Blaine assured, pulling Kurt to side-step a family with two strollers who looked like they were planning to plow straight through any obstacle. He finally found a somewhat calm spot and brought them to a stop.
Kurt opened his mouth to complain again, but Blaine held a finger to his lips. "Trust me?" he said quietly.
Kurt held his gaze for a moment, and relented with a silent nod. Blaine smiled and put his hands on Kurt's shoulders. He kept looking up over Kurt's head every few seconds until his eyes lit up. He guided Kurt to turn around so that his back was to Blaine, and he pointed upwards. He leaned forward and sang quietly in his ear, "Still, I'll wait until, I'm on a bill…"
Kurt's breath caught in his throat and he gripped Blaine's hand with his own. "All over Times Square," he finished the line, his voice cracking with emotion.
There, on a giant digital billboard on Times Square, was a picture of Kurt and Blaine, advertising their upcoming cabaret-style show, "Christmas Duets."
"Blaine!" Kurt cried, turning in his husband's arms and hugging him tightly. "Oh! Oh, wait!" he exclaimed, pulling away and reaching for his phone. "I have to get a picture for my dad!"
Blaine laughed, releasing Kurt to get his pictures, and taking out his own phone to get video of Kurt's reaction. Burt would want to see that, too.
The billboard was on a rotation with other advertisements, and they decided to take a seat on the red steps to watch it cycle through a few times. Finally, their chilled noses and toes told them it was time to go.
"Coffee?" Blaine asked, holding his hand out to help Kurt to his feet.
"That sounds fantastic," Kurt replied. Securing his grip on Blaine's hand, he swiftly guided them through the throng to get out of the Square and to hail a cab uptown to a quiet café with a corner table for two.
A/N: The line Blaine sings and Kurt finishes is from Stephen Sondheim's "Broadway Baby."