Kurt rapped on the door with his cane, and it swung open a moment later. A tall black man in a gorgeous red gown stood before them, beaming from ear to ear.

“Hello there, and Happy Christmas, dapper gentlemen!”

Blaine looked their friend up and down. “Are you supposed to be Queen Victoria!”

“Who else would you expect to be hosting a Victorian Christmas party?”

“An excellent point,” Blaine said. He gently guided Kurt and Colin into the house before stepping in behind them.

“May I take your coats?” Queen Victoria asked.

Blaine unbuttoned his trench coat and handed it over, but Kurt shook his head. “Mine is part of the costume,” he said. He twirled around, his tiered cape floating around him, and came to a halt with a tap of his thin black cane on the floor.

“Marvelous!” Queen Victoria said. “And where on earth did you find a toddler-size top hat? It’s adorable!” She squatted down to Colin’s eye level. “Greetings, Little Master Colin! What’s that you’re holding?”

“Froo-kay!” the boy said brightly, holding the wrapped package out to her.

Queen Victoria quirked an eyebrow up at Kurt and Blaine. “Fruitcake? Really? Is this meant to be ironic?”

“It’s delicious!” Kurt insisted.

She stood up, taking the package from Colin. “Well, come in, come in! Delighted to see you all! Join the party!”