Blaine took a long drink of water. He and the band were almost done with their first set before they would take a short break. Everyone at the office party seemed to be enjoying their music and having a good time. The band had agreed on a set list that was a mix of holiday and classic dance/party music, and Blaine was having a great time.

Blaine put down his water and stepped back toward the microphone, signaling to the band that he was ready. To his surprise, instead of playing the next song in the set list, the band played the opening notes of "Baby, It's Cold Outside." Blaine turned toward the keyboardist in confusion – he wasn't about to sing a duet with himself, and usually the other guys just sang backup. Who was taking the other lead on this? Alex, the keyboardist, just gave him a nod and a reassuring look.

As the intro to the song came to the end, Blaine heard footsteps on the stage behind him. Turning around, he was shocked to see Kurt, holding a microphone. "I really can't stay," Kurt sang.

Recovering quickly from his surprise, Blaine quickly raised his microphone and replied, "But baby, it's cold outside," his face breaking out into a huge smile.

Kurt smiled back. "I've got to go away…" he sang, walking closer to Blaine.

"But baby, it's cold outside," Blaine repeated, singing to his husband. He couldn't even remember the last time they had done this, but he missed singing with Kurt. They used to sing all the time in their apartment, even just as they were making a meal with the radio playing in the background. Kurt had always been his favorite duet partner, but lately Kurt hadn't been doing much singing. It was so nice to have him back.

As the final note of the song played, Blaine raised his microphone. "The incredibly talented Kurt Hummel-Anderson, ladies and gentleman," he said, gesturing to Kurt. After the applause died down, Blaine added, "We're going to take a fifteen minute break, and then we'll be back with more great music for all of you." Blaine then grabbed Kurt's hand and practically dragged him off the stage and out into the hallway.

The second they were out of sight, Blaine tugged on Kurt's hand, pulled him into his arms, and gave him a hard, passionate kiss, filled with all the pent-up sexual frustration of the past few months. Kurt kissed him back just as intensely, their tongues clashing and wrestling in a sensual battle.

When they broke apart, Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's. "I'm so sorry, Blaine. I've been such an ass. I've just been so frustrated by my lack of success in my career, and I just know that any day now, you're going to become a wildly successful star, and I was worried I was never going to be anything but a high school drama teacher for the rest of my life, and I just felt like I was nothing."

"Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, you are perfect to me," Blaine sang quietly.

Kurt laughed, thinking back to all the times they had sung that to each other in the car, especially back in high school. "I love you," he said, smiling at his husband. "And I'm sorry, again, that I've been shutting you out."

"I love you too," Blaine replied, giving him a quick kiss. "And I'm just glad to have you back."

After they had kissed again, this time a sweet, tender kiss that was full of so much love it almost made Kurt's heart burst, Blaine pulled away and grabbed Kurt's hand, leading him back toward the banquet room. "So where's Liv?" he asked. "And does it make me a horrible parent that it took me this long to ask?"

"Oh, absolutely. Worst parent ever," Kurt replied, then laughed. "She's with Rachel, for as long as we want her to be," he continued, shooting Blaine a seductive look.

Blaine groaned as he looked at the time. "Damn. Still two more hours before I can take you home."

Kurt scowled. "Excuse me? You take me home? I don't think so. I'll be taking you home in two hours."

Blaine held in a grin. "Oh, is that so? I guess we'll just have to see about that."