The next morning Kurt awoke to Blaine setting up a room service breakfast. "Mmm, smells good. And the food looks nice too." He teased kissing his raven haired boyfriend on the cheek. They both ate the small meal quickly.

"Hurry up and get ready. I want to head down to Times Square. I figure if we spend the whole day down there, it won't be as hard to get to the ball dropping. And then save all the sightseeing for tomorrow." Blaine was already dressed and going through a small notebook. Kurt smiled warmly at the amount of effort Blaine put into the trip.

"Honey, tomorrow is Sunday, everything will be closed." Kurt said walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth and do his skin regimen.

"Babe," Blaine said, his voice dropped an octave, "the places I'm taking you don't have hours of service."

"Oh? And where are these places you speak of?" Kurt asked, but Blaine only winked at him and smirked. "Blaine, tell me!"

"Just wait. For now, all I want to think about is that in just 14 hours, I'll be sharing a New Year's kiss with the sexiest man I've ever seen." Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist.

"I don't know if Ryan Seacrest's bodyguards would like it if you tried to kiss him…" Kurt teased.

"You know, I make one comment that I liked his butt and you just can't let go." Blaine leaned in to whisper into Kurt's ear, "But regardless of how I feel about Ryan's butt, I only want yours."

"How romantic." Kurt rolled his eyes. He pulled away from Blaine to grab his clothes for the day.

"Babe, I'm a regular Casanova." Blaine laughed as he fell on to the bed. He leaned back and watched Kurt get ready. "Have I ever told you how hot you are?"

"You mentioned it once or twice." Kurt said playfully while he pulled up a pair of skintight jeans. Blaine moaned at the sight. Kurt turned to see Blaine's lustful eyes watching him. His eyes drifted down and noticed that his boyfriend was at least half hard. "Well aren't you frisky this morning?"

"Can you blame me? I mean, look at you!" Blaine barely registered the movement of his own hand to rub his growing bulge.

Kurt sauntered to him and placed a knee on either side of Blaine's hips. He leaned really close to him, kissing randomly across his face. Kurt then took Blaine's bottom lip between his teeth. Blaine let out an animalistic groan before moving to grip Kurt's hips. Kurt kissed Blaine passionately and then traced along his jaw with just the tip of his nose. When he got to it, he pulled his earlobe between his teeth. Then he whispered softly, "We should go to Times Square now." And with that he was off of Blaine's lap, grabbing his shoes and on the opposite side of the room.

Blaine sat there, confused and aroused. "Not fair, babe! This thing is gonna get painful!" He gestured to the very prominent boner he was sporting. He got up and went toward the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asked, trying not to laugh.

"Where do you think?" Blaine snipped as he closed the bathroom door behind him. Kurt couldn't hold it in any longer, he burst into laughing. "It's not funny. It's your fault."

"I know, honey." Kurt said wiping away the tears in his eyes. "And I'm glad to know I have such an effect on you. Now will you come out here and let me finish what I started?"

oooOOOooo

Two hours later, after and joint shower and getting redressed, Kurt and Blaine were on their way down to Times Square. It was already crowded and the crew wasn't finished setting up the barriers. Kurt stared at everything in awe. They walked down to look at the various Broadway shows, they fanboyed over Daniel Radcliffe's poster for How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, they ate TimBits in front of the TKTS steps, and they even took silly pictures with the street performers. Blaine convinced Kurt to get a character with him.

"So how did you two love birds meet?" The artist asked as she sketched away.

They were taken aback by the casualness of the question before remembering that they weren't in Ohio. "School. He was trying to spy on our glee club and he wasn't very good at it. Then he later transferred to my school, we became best friends, and then we fell in love."

Kurt smiled lovingly at Blaine as he recounted their story. He couldn't help but wonder how he had become so lucky as to find someone like Blaine. His Blaine. His beautiful, perfectly imperfect, goofball, boyfriend.

"That is so sweet." The artist smiled at the boys. "So is this your first New Year's Eve in the city?"

"Actually it's my first time to New York ever." Kurt chimed in. "Blaine's been here before though."

"Oh you guys are going to have a blast. If you have time, you should go to Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum tomorrow! It's epic there!"

"I'll definitely add it to the list!" Blaine said cheerfully.

"Well I'm all done." The artist flipped the drawing around. It was a picture of them looking cozy on a swan boat in a Tunnel of Love ride. "What do you think?"

"This is amazing! Thank you so much!" Blaine carefully took the drawing from her. "How much do we owe you?"

She paused for a moment and then grinned. "Have it. You guys remind me so much of my older brother and his husband. They got married last week, right in central park!"

"We can't just take this. How about we go buy you a coffee or a hot cocoa? Please?" Blaine insisted.

"Ok fine. Hot mocha, two creams, no sugar." She gave in.

"It's on the way!" Blaine jumped up. "Oh and what's your name?"

"It's Katie." She said holding out her hand to shake. Blaine and Kurt stood then shocked. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just, my little sister's name is Katie . Just a weird coincidence. We'll be right back with your coffee."

They walked down the block to Starbucks before Kurt spoke up. "Did we just take a TARDIS to the future and see your sister as a street artist?" After buying the drink, they returned to Artist Katie. They exchanged emails so she could update them on her art shows for the next time they were in the city.

It was starting to get dark, so the couple joined the crowds inside the barricades. They danced to the music, Kurt tried to hold it together when Lady Gaga took the stage, and Blaine was surprisingly excited about Justin Bieber. It came time for the ball drop. The Mayor and Gaga started the countdown.

10….9….8….

"I love you, Kurt."

7…6…5….

"I love you too, Blaine."

4…3…2…

They leaned in and kissed as the New Year rang in. It was if the whole world disappeared and only they existed. And neither of them seemed to notice when the CBS cameras panned to them, broadcasting the most perfect kiss anyone could ever know.