Kurt pulled his blanket around his shoulders tighter. New York had a terrible habit of being very cold, very suddenly, even in November. The temperature had suddenly dropped and he just hadn't adjusted to it yet. He was studying for a quiz he had on the following day. He felt pretty confident and started putting his things away when his phone rang. It was Blaine.
Blaine was currently visiting family in Chicago, and he had just arrived that night.
Kurt had just gotten off of the phone with Blaine, so it was weird for him to be calling again. "Hey, is everything alright?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, everything's fine," Blaine said. "I was just looking at the weather for New York and I was wondering if it was snowing there?" he asked.
Kurt peeked out of his window. "Gross. It is," he replied.
Blaine laughed. "Go outside and enjoy it before it gets too bad," Blaine suggested.
"But it's cold," Kurt complained.
"Please?" For me?" Blaine asked.
Kurt sighed and grabbed a jacket. "Okay, but only for you." He started down the stairs and towards the door. "I'll just snap you a picture and then go back inside," he said. He pushed open the door and stepped outside. It was, really, very beautiful. He stepped farther down the street and, on the corner, right next to the loft, a small, curly haired figure turned to face him. "Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed. He threw his arms around him.
"Surprise!" Blaine said, laughing.
Kurt could tell he was shivering a little bit. "Let's go inside," he said. "So what happened to Chicago?" Kurt asked as they were climbing the stairs.
"There was never any Chicago," Blaine replied. "I had to make up an excuse so I could surprise you."
Kurt smiled. "I love you," he said. He leaned in for a kiss.
"I love you too," Blaine said. They snuggled up in the loft, just happy to be together.