Spring break was finally here though Blaine saw people leave campus in droves and wondered what he would be doing with his time. He hadnt contacted Kurt, like he wanted, but he couldnt bear the thought of waiting around either. He had gone out, taken photos, sung in piano bars, anywhere to get him out of his dorm. Kurt was everywhere and nowhere all at the same time and he missed him but he hated the idea that he might be trying too hard. Kurt was busy and he couldnt crowd him with his loneliness. He would back away but he couldnt say it wasnt hard.

He took a water taxi as the sun started to set; the warm embers of the sky just peeking and spreading above the island. Blaine felt a kind of peace there that he hadnt felt in days. There was silence on the water taxi as if everyone on the taxi knew too and understood. They watched and waited with Blaine. He took a few photos and instantly uploaded onto instagram with appropriate hashtags. But the music from his earphones led a certain ambience to the scene ahead of him and he didnt notice his phone lighting up with notifications.

Blaine was still engrossed in his world of music and sunset as he stepped off the water taxi at Battery Park, slip 6. He saw the people and their stories but didnt take it all in, taken in by his own thoughts. Something didnt quite fit in when he stepped forward and he paused.

Kurt was all in black apart from a shocking red scarf tied around his neck. His gaze was a striking blue, his eyes the clearest Blaine had ever seen. He stood still, taking in Blaine without speaking. Blaine almost walked pass. Finally he stood opposite.

"Kurt?"

He couldnt believe he was there, simply standing in the near darkness. Blaine removed his earphones.

"I saw your instagram and knew you were here," Kurt said, smiling slightly at his detective skills. Blaine came closer.

"I wasnt sure if you would come here," Blaine said quietly, the wind howling a little louder. "I thought you might be too busy."

Kurt shook his head. "I would never miss it. Did you see my song?"

Blaine looked confused and Kurt smiled. "I guess not."

"I cant believe youre here," Blaine whispered, the wind causing his eyes to fill.

"Im here," Kurt whispered, his smile shining. "Take me home?"

"Sure."

They were silent for most of the way home. Kurt spoke of his journey but he knew if he discussed the busy-ness of the last few weeks then the weak truce between them might disintegrate.

They walked from the subway, the wind swirling around their ears making conversation difficult. Blaine suddenly stopped and grabbed Kurts hand, making Kurt tingle with warmth.

"Youre hands are so warm," he murmured.

"I missed you," Blaine whispered, getting closer. "Im sorry for being too clingy, I just…"

"No," Kurt interrupted, "It was me, I was too busy and I pushed you away."

"I dont blame you," Blaine said sincerely. "I mean I was a little jealous but I dont begrudge you your success. I wanted to be a part of it all, missed you being by my side. Though we have never had much time…"

"Weve always been a part of our lives though and I went from sharing everything to pushing you away."

"I got it Kurt," Blaine said.

"No dont excuse me," Kurt said laughing. "Just let me explain a little."

"Were here." Blaine led Kurt up to his dorm room, saying a silent prayer of thanks that Brad was out of his dorm room.

"Will you watch the video?" Kurt asked and he sat next to him as he turned it on his phone. Blaines smile grew as he watched, knowing that he was more important in Kurts life than he ever knew.

"I love that song," Blaine said.

"I kept hearing it and thinking of you. I hated being so busy, I didnt mean to shut you out," Kurt said, taking Blaines hand in his.

"Its ok, Kurt," Blaine said reassuringly. "I need to start living my life, auditioning for things, trying my best and striving for my dreams once more. I guess seeing you so successful and busy showed me I was staid and trying to be stationary."

Kurts phone rang furiously, breaking them out of the conversation.

"Rachel," Kurt said, "Are you…"

"Kurt!" she shouted, so loudly that Blaine could hear her through the phone. "Theyre doing a production of Funny Girl on Broadway! I have to audition, I have to be there!"

"In New York?"

"Of course! Will you still be there in a few days?"

"I think so," Kurt said, looking at Blaine and mouthing the question, to which Blaine nodded. "Blaine says yes."

"Fantastic, I have to audition, I just have to. Ive dreamed of that part since I was a little girl."

"But you live in LA." Kurt felt a bit stupid for stating the obvious but it seemed Rachel needed that dose of realism. She paused.

"I know but I would regret not going for it. I can think of the consequences later."

"Ok, well are they open auditions?"

"Yes and I know exactly the song I will sing. Will you help me when I get there?"

"Of course."

They discussed the trip she would take and Kurt finished the call, promising to ring soon.

Once Kurt explained her plans, Blaine looked thoughtful.

"What if she gets the part?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, will she move to New York permanently, leave AMDA?"

"I guess she will have to."

Blaine nodded, the seed sown.

Kurt discovered New York through the eyes of Blaine in the following few days. It soon transpired that his first trip for Nationals had only been the tip of the iceberg. He saw so much: the secret places where Blaine loved to think and watch, the amazing walkways and streets where the unusual shots could be captured. All the photos and places they had been together through technology hadnt been enough, now Kurt could see it all. If he had thought he felt love for New York before, he was completely wrong. This was where he belonged. This was his home.

Rachel arrived a few days later, preparing for her audition, which went too quickly. No telling if she had gotten the second audition, she returned back to LA, her hopes petering away. It came time for Kurt to return to see his dad in California and Blaine was apprehensive.

"Hes going to love you," Kurt said reassuringly. "Dont worry."

And he did. Blaine instantly endeared Burt to himself, watching sports when Kurt hated them, and talking gay politics fiercely. They stayed in separate bedrooms so as not to offend but could easily sneak in for cuddles as they drifted off to sleep.

The morning that Kurt was to return to AMDA he left a sleeping Blaine to make pancakes, finding his dad already reading the paper with coffee.

"Sleep well?" Burt smirked, causing Kurt to blush.

"Dad…" Kurt whined.

"Its fine," Burt said holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Youre adults now. Just be safe."

"I will," Kurt said, pouring a coffee for himself and sitting.

"Things serious with Blaine?"

Kurt blushed again, this time with sweet thoughts of his relationship with Blaine. It just felt right in so many ways. He nodded.

"Hows it working out with you in LA?"

Kurts face fell. "Not well, we struggle with the distance and we have another three years of this."

"Cant you transfer?"

Kurt was surprised. He had been having the same thoughts but the idea that his dad was that perceptive amazed him.

"Im not stupid Kurt," Burt said laughing at his sons expression. "New York has been your dream for years. You liked it there last week?"

"Yeah," Kurt said slowly, his eyes not able to hide the dream. Burt smiled again. "It was fantastic. So busy and crazy but I just felt alive there."

"Then try to transfer. NYADA will have you, Im sure."

"But what about you?"

"Kurt I know my health was kind of dubious when you started AMDA but Im better now. You cant live near me in the hope that nothing bad will happen."

"I know but youll be so far away…"

"Well Carole and I have been thinking," Burt said quietly. "I dont think California is for us. Weve been considering going back to Lima."

"Really?" Kurts face lit up, causing Burt to laugh.

"New York is where you belong. Dont live your life for other people, Kurt. I taught you better than that."

Kurt smiled. Yes, he did.

As Blaine came to leave for New York, spring break over, the decision hung in the air. Kurt had yet to say anything to Blaine about his discussion with his dad, not wanting to get his hopes up. The thought of spending more time apart seemed to stretch and yawn in front of Blaine. He was quiet, sullen, and Kurt couldnt keep the idea to himself any longer.

"What would you say if I could get a place at NYADA?"

Blaine looked up, his eyes wide in case he had heard wrong. "You have a place at NYADA?"

"Not yet," Kurt said, "But what if I tried."

"Ill honestly love that Kurt, but why would you move?"

"I love New York, I belong there. You would be a lot of the reason but not the whole reason. I wouldnt put that all on you."

"Kurt that would be amazing, I mean Im really going to miss you when Im gone and…"

He had started to ramble, Kurt stilling his voice with a touch of his fingers.

"Its going to be hard but well make it work. I know Ive been really busy but we need to make time for each other until I can move here."

"But weve only just got together," Blaine said after a pause. "You would be moving all the way over here and then stuck if something goes wrong."

"I think wed be ok. New York is a big place and Ive always wanted to live here. Dont you remember all those conversations about New York before? I love it there."

"I cant imagine a time where wed never be at least friends, does that sound silly?" Blaine asked. Kurt smiled.

"No that sounds perfect."

Rachel spent more time in New York trying to convince the production staff and the casting director that she would be perfect for Fanny. They eventually agreed and she made the tough decision to completely quit college. She would reapply to NYADA if she needed to later on.

Her decision made, it was much easier for Kurt to apply to NYADA to start his sophomore year there in New York. Kurt and Rachel would move in together and Blaine could join them later if he decided he couldnt stand Brad anymore.

Calls were exciting, messages relayed about interviews and auditions and a life started to come together for Blaine and Kurt in New York. All those times Kurt had dreamed of New York, his place to belong and grow, he had never imagined he would already know a familiar face when he moved there. Now New York had his heart and soul for several reasons. Blaine no longer felt like a fish out of water but continued to build on what he had already learnt about himself.

A new fresh start, a journey to continue and they were now already home.