Kurt's eyes stared out of his bedroom window at the falling snow as he carefully tied his red and navy blue-striped tie. First snowfall of the season and it was breathless to watch. He smiled, hearing the chirps of Pavarotti in the background. He soon pulled a red cashmere vest over top of his white button-up shirt and moved over to check over his outfit in his floor-length mirror. Satisfied, he grabbed his coat and looked at the side of his closet to pick out a matching scarf for his outfit. Deciding on a tan-ish golden yellow one, he wrapped it around his neck and grabbed his basic black mittens, heading outside to his car that was now officially his, passed down from his dad just last month.

It was only Thursday and Sectionals got pushed down to two months, making this month, December, the month of Sectionals. They were this weekend and already, Kurt was more nervous than he remembered ever being in his whole life. After they had picked out the last solo, the Glee members, including Blaine, all agreed on that rehearsals for the Sectionals would be back to once a week now and they'd be able to freely sing what they want (school appropriate, of course) during their time in Glee after school.

Chris tried out when Kurt had told him he could and became a member of the Glee, also becoming one of the usuals that Kurt spends his school time with. Chris sat with him at his lunch table, he talked with him between class, he talked to Kurt whenever there was a careless sub for Madame, he was basically one of Kurt's new-found friends.

As for Kurt and Blaine's relationship, things were pretty steady. Kurt and Blaine would have a dinner night every Saturday night along with a choice of movie to watch afterwards. The two would take turns on who would pick the movie. They'd meet at Lima Bean for coffee on Fridays and they would sometimes just spend time together after school in the auditorium, singing and going over the solos for Sectionals. Kurt didn't care what they did, so long as they got to spend some time together during the usually hectic school week. Every now and then, when Kurt was alone in Blaine’s apartment, they would make out. Occasionally they would grind together into pleasure, but never anything more.

Things got brought down to being just okay. Nothing good happened, nothing bad happened. It became the same for the past month.

* * * * *

Kurt was pacing back and forth in the William McKinley's Glee dressing room where they waited for the bell to sound for them to take the stage. His heart was racing, palms sweating, and his breath rapid. He was so nervous.

Blaine let out a sigh and placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders, causing Kurt to freeze. “Kurt, calm down,” said Blaine in a low and gentle voice.

The whole Glee club sat down, waiting as they eyed Kurt and Blaine. Rachel, as always, kept her eye out for any more signs of Kurt and Blaine's secret relationship she had assumed about. Chris was oblivious to Kurt and Blaine's sudden connection as he got up and stood in front of Kurt, looking into his eyes. “You're gonna be great, Kurt,” Chris assured him.

The bell sounded and Kurt's heart basically stopped. He gulped down air and followed the Glee out into the hall to head to the back of the stage where Vocal Adrenaline was just exiting to head into the audience to sit down and enjoy the rest of the show.

Kurt sucked in a breath as he looked over at Blaine one last time before the curtains rose. Blaine nodded his head, acknowledging Kurt and smiling for hope. Kurt's cheeks blushed bright red as the curtains rose and he walked up to the microphone stand.

He sucked in a breath and waited for the music to begin. He looked in the crowd and closed his eyes for a brief moment to think about how he got here with all the help of his loving boyfriend Blaine Anderson. When he opened his eyes, his mouth opened and he began to sing “Love Me Dead” by Ludo as ones in the background came in to sing along and hum along with the song.

When the song ended, Rachel replaced where Kurt stood and began to sing her song that she chose.

What have I done?
I wish I could run,
away from this ship going under.
Just trying to help,
hurt everyone else.
Now I feel the weight of the world,
is on my shoulders.
What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
And all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things.
I just want to fix it somehow.
But how many times will it take,
oh how many times will it take for me,
to get it right?
To get it right.

When the song ended, Kurt came out and stood beside Rachel. They had both thought it'd be great of Rachel did the main background vocals for The Only Difference Between Martyrdom by Panic! At the Disco. Finally, it was Kurt's last solo.

The stage behind Kurt cleared and now, the only person on the stage, was Kurt as the lights behind him dulled down dramatically, leaving the spotlight on Kurt. Kurt waited for the loud applause to die down before he turned his head to glance once again at Blaine's face. He looked down and opened his mouth, beginning to sing the last number for their turn in the Sectionals. “A New Hope” by Broken Iris.

To your grave I spoke,
holding a red red rose.
Gusts of freezing cold air,
whispers to me,
that you are gone.
Always,
always asking questions why,
life is,
overrated?
But I,
never.
Never expected that I'd,
underestimated,
my love for you.

To your grave I spoke,
holding a red red rose.
Gusts of freezing cold air,
whispers to me,
that you are gone.

Always,
always just out of reach,
of my over,
frustrated,
shameful hands.
And I never,
never expected that I,
would ever,
no never,
plead for credit or precious time.

To your grave I spoke,
holding a red red rose.
Gusts of freezing cold air,
whispers to me,
that you are gone.
I guess I'll spend another lifetime,
searching for a new hope.

When the song ended, the curtains closed, a loud roar of cheering coming from the seats Kurt caught a sight of everyone standing up for Kurt's standing ovation. Kurt couldn't help but smile. Everyone from his Glee group ran on stage to Kurt's frozen body, their arms flailing around Kurt.

* * * * *

Blaine sat down the 1st place trophy on his desk in an excited way, smiling widely at the Glee club before him. “Guys, I'm so proud of you. Especially you, Kurt and Rachel,” said Blaine, a big happy expression on his face.

Kurt had never seen Blaine this happy nor excited before. It was so cute to watch as Blaine's eyes twinkled. Kurt couldn't help but smile back as he looked over at Rachel, his arm going around her in a loving way as she laughed and wrapped an around around him in return, their temples pressed against each other as they then moved back to how they were sitting.

“It was my song. I knew it was my song that made us place first,” said Rachel proudly.

Everyone rolled their eyes at her.

* * * * *

“Do you wanna maybe hang out next weekend?” asked Chris on the week following the Sectional weekend. They were outside as Kurt agreed to wait with Chris for his ride before Kurt would head on home to make some highly-craved hot chocolate.

Kurt squinted a little. He had a full weekend planned to spend time with Blaine. But then again, there were some openings. “The only free time I have during the weekend is Saturday afternoon and Sunday evening,” said Kurt, who was watching his breath puff out like mist before him. It was so white outside. It was truly beautiful.

“Really? Well...I guess Saturday afternoon could work out. What do you have going on?” asked Chris with a wry smile.

Kurt shrugged, not sure what would be the smart way to answer that without revealing that he was spending the weekend with Blaine. “I have some homework to get out of the way, wanna go out of town for some shopping, and maybe have a little alone-time,” answered Kurt.

Chris kept smiling. “You don't want to tell me. That's okay.”

Kurt shook his head and sighed, beginning to feel the coldness of the winter weather burn his throat whenever he inhaled. “I-it's not that I don't want to tell you. I just...can't.”

Chris nodded his head. “I understand,” he said earnestly.

A car pulled up to the curb as Chris turned to Kurt. “I'll see you tomorrow,” he said as he got in the car and was soon gone.

Kurt stood there for a moment. He didn't really want to go home just yet. He then heard footsteps behind him, thinking it to be another student. But then he felt a hand on his shoulder, its grip familiar. “Hey you,” said Blaine.

Kurt turned around and smiled. “Hey hon,” he greeted in return.

“Walk me to my car?” asked Blaine, motioning his head towards the almost-empty parking lot.

Kurt smiled and nodded his head. Blaine looked around and found it safe enough to grab Kurt's gloved hand in his leather-gloved hand. Kurt looked over and smiled, trusting Blaine's decision being that they were still on school grounds.

When they got to Blaine's car, which was smoothly hidden behind a minivan, Blaine stopped by the driver's door, pulling Kurt close to take advantage of the fact that they wouldn't be seen. He took both of Kurt's hands in his and pulled them to his chest as he leaned down and pressed his lips to Kurt's. Smiling in their kiss, Kurt kissed back happily.

“Do you need a ride home?” asked Blaine when he retrieved his lips from Kurt's.

Kurt shook his head and gazed in Blaine's hazel eyes that seemed to warm up his soul on such a cold day. “No, I've brought my car today. Thanks,” he said in a sweet way.

Blaine smiled and nodded his head. “Alright. I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart,” murmured Blaine before he leaned back in for a quick and softer kiss, leaving Kurt wanting more.

Blaine unlocked his car and got in, waving goodbye to Kurt as Kurt waved back, walking away to head over to his car. He then suddenly realized he had forgotten something. He cursed under his breath and double-checked his messengers bag to make sure he was sure he had left his homework back in his locker. How could he forget? He slapped his keys against his leg in an angry gesture as he headed back to the school.

When he got to his locker, he quickly put in his combination and opened up his locker, quickly taking out his Chemistry and French book. Just when he was about to close his locker, he heard a faint melody playing. He froze and looked down the hall towards the auditorium doors. He pushed his eyebrows together out of curiosity, closing his locker slowly.

He put his books in his messenger bag and walked down the hall until he reached the auditorium doors. He opened them up and looked towards the stage. An unfamiliar female figure sat down on the stage, a cluster of papers before her. She looked like she was writing or something.

Hangin' on to every word you speak,
'cause it's all that I need.
Hangin' on to every word you say,
to light up my way.
Even every little whisper I'm,
hangin' on as if it were my life.
I'm hangin'.
Yeah.
And when the darkness falls,
I can't see what's before me.
Your voice is like the dawn
it's always there to guide me.

Kurt stepped closer, hoping he wouldn't get seen. He had to see her more closely. She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She had long wavy sandy blonde hair, pale skin, and wore a winter-blue blouse that was tucked into a simple black pencil skirt. To the side of her sat a pair of unzipped black Jimmy Choo boots. Kurt raised his eyebrows. This girl had good taste for a style so simple.

He turned his body away and left. Who was she and why was she singing in the auditorium, writing, when she clearly looked like a teacher? He would have to find out tomorrow.