“No, you are wrong!”

Kurt shook his head vigorously. “You are so full of it, Blaine. Totally wrong, and can't admit it.”

Blaine gave Kurt a playful shove, and he fell over against the arm of the sofa, laughing.

“Resorting to getting physical because your argument is so weak, obviously! Further proof I'm right.” Kurt sat back up on the sofa, pulling his clothes straight and looking over to Blaine with a superior tilt to his chin.

Blaine shook his head. “It was that mash-up of ‘I Believe I Can Fly' with Nicki Minaj's ‘Fly'. I remember my part started with that rap stuff, “Me, me, me against them, Me against enemies, me against friends…” I hated that part. I felt like Vanilla Ice or something, and I haven't rapped since.“

“Yes, but that was at Regionals, not Nationals!” Kurt jumped off the sofa, and marched into his bedroom, rooting through his closet and coming back after a few minutes, his expression smug.

“Oh god, what's in the box, Kurt?” Blaine eyed the file box suspiciously, as Kurt dropped it on the coffee table, throwing the lid onto the floor.

“Mementos of ancient times.” Kurt was intent on his digging. He pulled out a large scrapbook, and cradled it on his left arm as he flipped through the pages.

Sitting down on the sofa beside Blaine, Kurt held out the book, pointing.

Blaine rolled his eyes and pulled the scrapbook closer, looking at the page in the book. “Oh my God, Kurt! You actually saved the program from Regionals!!” Delighted, Blaine laughed, flipping through the booklet, seeing many familiar names in the lists of club members from Dalton Academy and McKinley High.

“Look at our set list, stupid.” Kurt shouldered Blaine out of the way, flipping to the center of the program were the songs were listed. He sat back, nodding in satisfaction.

“OK, OK, you are right. I was wrong.” Blaine sighed.

Kurt laughed. “Damn, I should have made you put money on that, or something.”

“Yeah, the only thing you get is the satisfaction of being right.” Blaine smiled over at Kurt. Looking down at the scrapbook, he laughed at the pictures of the guys in their costumes of black shirt and pants, accessorized with gold bow ties and gold suspenders.

Kurt scooted closer, looking at the pictures with Blaine. Mmmmm, Blaine smells so good. Is that his cologne or just Blaine?

“Kurt, do you mind if I start of the beginning?” Blaine turned his head to Kurt, who shook his head in response.

The scrapbook went back to the start of high school, with not much in it until Kurt started with Glee.

“Awwww! You were so cute! Look at those chubby cheeks! And you were probably shorter than I am now. It's mini-Kurt!” Blaine nudged Kurt's shoulder playfully.

Kurt flipped the page. “Yeah, yeah. Moving along.”

They flipped through the pages, laughing over the pictures of their mutual friends and McKinley high.

They reached the page with the picture of Blaine in his Dalton uniform and ‘Courage' spelled out from letters torn from magazines. Kurt smiled and smoothed down the paper.

Glancing over to Blaine, Kurt had a warm look in his eyes and a small smile. “Then, suddenly, I met this fabulous guy and everything changed.” Blaine smiled back.

The next few pages were full of so many memories. Pictures of them together in their Dalton uniforms, performing with the Warblers, a picture of Pavarotti with a print out of the lyrics of Blackbird, a picture of Kurt wearing his ‘Likes Boys” t-shirt. Kurt in his kilt and prom queen crown beside a smiling Blaine. Rachel and Kurt grinning like fools on the Wicked stage. A coffee sleeve from the Lima Bean, a napkin from Scandals bar, a program from West Side Story. Valentines. Graduation photos.

Kurt stopped on a loose-leaf list with both of their writing on it. “Oh my God, do you remember this?”

Blaine smoothed his hands over the old, beat up piece of paper with affection. “Oh, yes. ‘The Fantabulous List of Amazing, Essential New York Experiences'.”

Kurt crowded closer, reading along with Blaine. “This needs a little updating. I had Breakfast at Tiffany's with Rachel at Nationals.”

“I can't believe you kept this, Kurt.” Blaine thought back on that time together in high school, when every moment they were dreaming about their future together in New York, constantly seeking out old movies that were set there, imaging themselves in those scenes. It had been New York talk 24/7.

Kurt nodded, laughing. “Do you think we would have had time for college, with all the plans we made?”

Blaine laughed along. “You've lived here ten years. I bet you've done most of these things by now.”

Scoffing, Kurt put the scrapbook on the coffee table. “Nah, I got so busy with school, and then looking for work. Plus, most of my friends would be too cool to do something like #33, ‘Dancing in the street like the students of Fame'.”

“Plus, most people don't like it when you dance on their car.” Blaine smiled. “But with that whole school full of singers and dancers, you didn't ever spontaneously burst into unbridled musical style production numbers in public?”

Kurt shook his head sadly. “Nope. Just the occasional night at the karaoke bar.”

“I gonna live forever… I'm gonna learn how to fly… “ Blaine sang in falsetto, waving his arms in the air.

Kurt hit him playfully. “Stop, stop…please. See, at least you are goofy enough to do this kind of stuff.” Kurt stilled, and gave Blaine a sideways glance. “Say, what about if we did this stuff now? While you're here?”

Blaine laughed. “You want to dress up in leotards and leg warmers, dance in the street with me?”

“Sure, why not? It's New York. People act crazy around here all the time, and real New Yorkers don't give it a second glance. Plus, there are always film crews filming on location all over the place.” Kurt shrugged, and looked over at Blaine beseechingly.

Blaine looked at Kurt's earnest expression, and laughed. “What the hell, let's do it. Pick some of the more fun ones and go for it. It will be a good way to get out and experience New York while I'm here.”

Kurt jumped off the sofa and grabbed the scrapbook. “This is awesome! I get to plan the first outing.”

Blaine sat back and watched Kurt running around the apartment, jabbering about his plans. He could see teenaged Kurt peeking out, and if it took acting like a goof with him to get him this happy, it was worth it.

***

Kurt giggled as Blaine struggled to tie the blindfold around his head. The taxi was getting closer to their destination, and Kurt wanted to make sure Blaine wouldn't get any hints about where they were going.

Finally, Blaine's hands came down and Kurt carefully inspected the blindfold, making sure Blaine couldn't cheat and peek.

“Kuuuuuurt. Come on, just one little hint.” Blaine was using his most cajoling voice, but Kurt could tell there was an amused tone under it all. Blaine loved surprises, and Kurt found he loved planning them.

“We are almost there. You will know soon enough, so stop your whining.” Kurt laughed, grabbing his wallet to pay the taxi fare.

After paying, Kurt hopped out and came around the taxi, guiding Blaine out and onto the sidewalk. “OK, keep a hold of my arm and I'll guide you there. Be nice and I won't guide you into any large holes.”

“Why did I ever agree to do this…” Blaine grumbled under his breath, his steps hesitantly following Kurt's.

Ignoring this, Kurt walked along the pathway, the crowds thinning as they headed into the large park, but then increasing as they got close to the event. He felt a tingle of anticipation, and shifted the large backpack on his shoulder that was threatening to slip. Leading them off the path, they walked across the grass to a good vantage point, a little away from the most crowded area.

“OK, just stand there for a couple minutes while I get stuff set up.” Kurt smiled to himself as Blaine continued his good-natured grumbling, and unzipped the backpack. Soon, a blanket was spread out along with all the food.

Kurt guided Blaine to a sitting position before stepping behind him to undo the blindfold, quickly sinking down on the blanket to see Blaine's expression as he took everything in.

“Oh Kurt,” Blaine smiled widely. “I haven't had a picnic in a park in forever.”

Kurt returned the smile, enjoying the signs of genuine enjoyment on Blaine's face. It was so nice being with someone he knew so well, who he knew would enjoy this surprise.

“Look around a bit more, Blaine.”

Blaine looked over to Kurt, his eyes narrowing slightly in playful suspicion. What else could there be?Blaine's head whipped around, taking in the scene, finally noticing the crowd sitting down the hill slightly, all on their own blankets and facing towards the large outdoor movie screen.

“Oh, this is so great! I've always wanted to see a movie in the park! But the places I lived never had them, or I didn't have someone who was interested in checking them out with me.”

Kurt smiled, and poured out wine into some travel mugs before discretely stashing the bottle away. It wasn't elegant, but it kept the authorities from bothering them.

“Mmmmm Kurt. You brought gorgonzola… my favorite. So good.” Blaine's plate was rapidly filling up with the fruit, cheese and bread Kurt had brought for this light dinner.

“Save room for dessert. I brought cheesecake.” Kurt took a big bite of cheese followed by some perfect small green grapes.

Blaine took a long sip of wine from his mug. “So, have you lived in New York since leaving Ohio? This whole time?”

Kurt was cutting up a ripe peach, the juice getting onto his fingers and totally distracting Blaine's train of thought as Kurt licked up the peach juice that trickled down his hand. Blaine tried not to groan out loud. “Yes, although I spent one summer working at a fashion house in Paris, when the opportunity came up.”

“It looks like New York really suits you.” Blaine smiled, happy to see that his friend seemed so comfortable in his own skin, content with his life here.

Kurt nodded. “I can't imagine living anywhere else now. It's loud, expensive, and crowded, but I love it so much. The people, the energy, the creativity in fashion, theatre, and film. I like the intelligence of the people, striving to be the best in their art. It's a little dog-eat-dog at times, but it forces you to push yourself, be your best.”

“Do you find it satisfying outside of work? Do you have time for friends and dating with your crazy schedule?” Blaine laid back on the blanket, looking up at the canopy of green leaves above him. His belly was full of good food, and it was a warm night. He felt very happy, content, present. In a way he hadn't felt in so long.

Kurt packed away the leftovers, leaving out a container of fruit. “Most people here are from other places, so you make very deep friendships as they are your family away from home. We really have to work hard to make plans and keep them.”

Blaine smiled over at Kurt so warmly, that Kurt couldn't resist reaching over and covering Blaine's hand with his for a couple moments.

It felt good to have this friendship back. It truly felt as close as they had been back in high school in many ways. Kurt was surprised at how easy living together had been these past few weeks. He'd had many roommates over the years, and knew how bad it could be when you were incompatible.

In the mornings, Kurt smiled to himself when he entered the kitchen and always found the coffee made, the dishes washed and the newspaper on the tiny dining room table. By the time he was done reading the paper and on his second cup of coffee, Blaine was usually returning from his run and heading into the shower.

And as Kurt went to the bedroom to get dressed, the image of Blaine with his skin all hot and sweaty, his t-shirt and shorts clinging to his body, would be replaying again and again in Kurt's mind. It was very distracting. But somehow Kurt always seemed to linger in the kitchen until Blaine appeared like that.

“Oh good, the movies is starting!” Kurt moved his hand away from Blaine's, and Blaine was almost tempted to grab it back and pull Kurt towards him. Blaine imagined Kurt falling across his body, pushing his hands into Kurt's hair, angling his face perfectly for a kiss, hard and deep.

Kurt leaned back against the tree, his long legs in their tight black denim stretched out before him, ankles crossed.

Blaine was sneaking glances at Kurt's legs, but as soon as the image of the Columbia Pictures logo had faded and the image of the lion statue outside the New York Public Library appeared with the creepy music, Blaine sat right up. “No way! This is awesome!”

Kurt and Blaine hooted along with the rest of the crowd as the iconic Ghostbusters theme played out of the big speakers. Blaine was practically bouncing off the blanket as he watched the movie, often quoting the best lines along with the actors. Kurt laughed as he watched Blaine enjoying one of his favorite films. They had watched the movie together many times during high school, along with every other Bill Murray classic. Kurt couldn't help but join Blaine in his laughter, loving his enthusiasm, and his willingness to act goofy. So many of his New York friends were too cool to geek out over something like this.

Blaine moved so he was lying on his stomach, his head propped up on his elbows at the bottom of the blanket. Kurt was leaning back against the tree, feeling happy and mellow. His eyes drifted over Blaine's body, and he was thankful it was a warm night. Blaine was wearing a thin maroon t-shirt and Kurt's eyes could easily see the muscles of his shoulders and arms through the lightweight fabric. His legs looked strong in his tan shorts, and his ass filled them out so nicely.

Kurt looked for differences between Blaine's body now and how he looked back in high school. He was in great shape, and Kurt wondered if he still boxed like he used to, in addition to the running. His shoulders and arms looked a little more muscular now, more the body of a man than a teenager.

Thinking back, Kurt remembered the first time they had taken their shirts off together. They had been making out for months, and Kurt had finally gotten the nerve to suggest it. It felt so different to make out with the bare skin of their chests touching. Warmer, and so much more sensation. It was a good thing they weren't into frottage yet, because Kurt had been achingly hard. Any contact and he would have been gone in seconds.

Blaine's mouth had been kissing the side of Kurt's neck in a way he knew he loved, and Kurt's hands clenched into the bare skin of Blaine's back. And the way that Blaine had moaned at that had practically made Kurt cum in his pants without being touched. After that, he experimented with scratching lightly down Blaine's back, and Blaine responded by biting into Kurt's shoulder, panting against his skin. Kurt had never felt Blaine react to something he did like that before, and it made him feel sexy, powerful, desired. Kurt looked down at Blaine's back now, wondering how it would be to pull up his t-shirt, and scratch down his back. Would it bring out a sexy moan like it used to?

Kurt shook himself, looking back to the movie and realizing he'd missed quite a bit while he'd been ogling Blaine. Concentrate on the movie. Don't get caught staring at his ass.

***
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A/N: Thanks again for reading the story! 

-Blaine Rapping: Clip from Fly/I Believe I Can Fly Glee regionals performance is here.

-Fame: Clip from this iconic dance movie from 1980 is here.

-A Few Pictures from Kurts Scrapbook

*** Free Movies in the park is a real thing, many locations in NYC, including Bryant Park. Ghostbusters is scheduled a few times this summer. :)