Chapter Eighteen

The winds of change blew in on the evening of January first, literally sending the blizzard packing. New York City was far from free though, because in its wake the storm had left quite the aftermath. With such large quantities of snow to deal with now, in addition to the countless wind damage, the recovery period was far from over. This proved especially true for Blaine, Kurt and Rachel, who were still woefully trapped in Bushwick. Outside the snow was knee deep, wet and heavy, while the roads that were semi cleared were still dangerously icy.

On the morning of January second, Kurt dared to look outside and see how things fared, hoping that some progress had been made. Unfortunately, that was not the case, as it became clear the second he and his two friends poked their head out of the building's front door.

Kurt let out a tired sigh, "And this is one downsides to living so far from Manhattan; we're not very high priority."

"Wow... no kidding," Rachel said unhappily.

"I'd say we're gonna be stuck here for a while yet," said Blaine, who was frowning also.

While the three had managed to turn their New Year's around, the prospect of being cooped up for god knew how long wasn't something any of them wanted to deal with. No matter how much they all liked one another, being caged up was making them stir crazy – and irritable. Kurt and Blaine had actually begun to squabble with one another, usually over the silliest things and that made Kurt eager to break free from their loft prison.

Kurt turned to face Rachel and Blaine so he could smile at them encouragingly; he hoped he could get them on board with his plans. "Okay you two, let's go back inside so we can bundle up and then we can come back here and start shovelling!"

"You can't be serious! It's not like it's our job to clear the side walk!" Rachel argued.

Kurt understood her hesitance, especially since they lived in an apartment building so the sidewalk wasn't theirs alone. Good thing he could be very persuasive when needed. "We need some serious fresh air Rachel, not to mention exercise."

"Just think of it this way Rachel; the sooner the roads are cleared the sooner we'll be free to roam again," Blaine added.

"I knew I could count on you, Honeybee." Kurt could have kissed him right now; he was that thankful.

With it being two against one, Rachel eventually gave in and followed the boys back inside so Kurt could dress them accordingly. Now dressed in heavy winter coats, scarves and boots, the trio each grabbed a snow shovel – because of course Kurt had magically found three – and boldly ventured out to begin shovelling together. Twenty strenuous minutes later and they had managed to clear both the stairs and a good portion of the side walk. When the task was finally completed Kurt noticed how others had started to appear to do their own part. It came as no surprise to Kurt when Blaine offered to help a family shovel their driveway and Kurt quickly went to join him. Rachel, meanwhile just stood her ground, pouting with her arms crossed over her chest.

She held her tongue until Blaine and Kurt were making their way back to them as soon as they were in ear shot she practically bellowed, "Okay that's enough boys! It's time for us to go back inside where it's warm. I'm freezing!"

This time merely rolling his eyes at Rachel wouldn't feel satisfactory enough, so Kurt decided to go a step further. He waited until Rachel turned her back to them before bending down to whip up a quick snowball. Blaine eyed him quizzically but made no attempts to stop him – or warn Rachel – and at the right moment, he pelted the snowball at her, hitting her in the back of the head. Rachel shrieked on contact, whirling around to glare at them. "KURT!"

"You were asking for it, Rachel," Kurt said.

Rachel grinned evilly at him; Kurt didn't like that glint in her eye either. Sure enough, she quickly grabbed her own snowball and chucked it at him. "Ask for this then!"

Kurt ducked and narrowly missed getting hit in the face but Rachel managed to get him in the thigh on her second attempt. A full fledged snowball fight broke out between the two roommates and both managed to land some impressive hits.

Neither were bothering to aim for Blaine, who was too amused by their antics to do anything but watch – at least a first. He soon began to feel more than a little left out; luckily he knew exactly how to fix that.

Blaine placed his hand on his hips. "A snowball fight. Seriously? Come on; you're college students now!" Blaine chided them both. Before his friends could show any possible guilt – or launch their own attack on him – Blaine's frowned changed to a cheeky grin. "Shame on you for not letting me join in!" He watched as his snowball flew through the air and hit his boyfriend clear in the shoulder.

"Oh that's it! You've done it now, Blaine Devon Anderson!" Kurt shouted as he sought retribution. In his instance, throwing a mere snowball would never do, this called for a special attack for his boyfriend. Kurt came at him without warning and dumped a large handful of snow down the back of Blaine's jacket.

Blaine shuddered as the cold slush trickled down the back of his neck. "Hey! That's cheating, Kurt!"

Kurt doubled over and laughed at Blaine without any visible remorse. "You should see your face right now Blaine, it's hilarious!" he said, snapping a photo with his phone to capture the moment.

"Oh my god, Kurt, he totally does!" laughed Rachel in agreement -- so much for her being on his side.

Blaine and Kurt exchanged a glance before they turned their attack towards Rachel, who had left herself foolishly open. She squealed as their snowballs came zooming at her and one hit her the top her head. "Not the nose! Don't hit me in the nose!" Kurt pleaded as she ran away from her attackers.

Her attempts to escape proved futile and soon Blaine and Kurt had her cornered and they pounce on her without warning. The three fell to the ground and hit the snow with a crumpled thud. Kurt let out a loud laugh and he let his body go slack. Suddenly Kurt didn't feel light fighting anymore; the moment had passed and now he was more in the mood for some lighthearted fun.


"We're acting so immature right now," Kurt said, chuckling to himself.

"I dunno what you're talking about Starlight; I'm having the time of my life," Blaine replied playfully.

"I think we really needed this," Rachel said.

Kurt gazed up at the clear sky above them. He had to agree with Rachel; surely life couldn't get much better than this. "So what now?"

Blaine was the first to stand up and Kurt followed his lead, leaning against his shoulder for support. They sat there for a moment before the couple helped one another stand. As soon as they were upright Blaine and Kurt gazed down at Rachel, who laughed as she took their offered hands to help her get up. Kurt knew that they probably felt as cold and wet as he did and yet there was no need to voice any complaints.

Kurt surveyed their handy work before giving an approving nod. "I'd say our work here is done."

"Good! Let's go inside then! Before we freeze to death," Rachel said.

Blaine and Kurt walked back inside together hand in hand, chuckling as they trailed behind Rachel, who actually sprinted up the stairs to the apartment. Once inside, they shed their damp outer layers and let the warmth in the room reheat their chilled bones.

"Anyone up for some hot chocolate?" Blaine asked.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, kissing him on the cheek to show his appreciation. "Hot chocolate sounds lovely, Honeybee. Honestly, what would I do without you?"

It was obviously that Kurt didn't mean anything by saying those words but they still effected Blaine all the same. He patted Kurt's shoulder affectionately and suppressed a sigh as he went to fix their drinks. There was no cause for worry, Blaine reminded himself; he and Kurt were kismet. It was still early days for them but Blaine couldn't help but feel this way. In that moment, as Blaine watched Kurt from the corner of his eye, he knew they were meant to be. No matter what the distance, he would be there for Kurt – always and forever.

Blaine knew better than to voice the promises to Kurt though, because neither of them needed that type of pressure. 'Good thing you won't ever have to find out,' he thought happily. He would tell Kurt later and when the time was right – and it would – it just had to.
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Just as they had hoped, tension levels in the loft continued to drop that by the night of January third peaceful cohabitation for the most part had returned. In all honesty, Blaine and Kurt had only argued a bit because neither could stay annoyed with one another for very long.

Kurt was seated in front of his mirror in his side of the bed, humming to himself as he fixed his hair back into place. The culprit who had messed it up was sitting a short distance away on his bed and Kurt looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled. Blaine had Kurt's computer on his lap and he seemed to be engrossed in something there – whatever it could be because nothing came to mind.

"You know Blaine, as I look at you know it's like I'm seeing things from your end, when you Skype with me I mean."

"Except if I were skyping with you then I wouldn't be so quiet," Blaine pointed out.

His hair back in place, Kurt shuffled closer to Blaine so he could press half of his chest against Blaine back. His boyfriend didn't react to the move, aside from grinning to himself merrily, and he continued to gaze at the computer screen. Kurt peered over his shoulder to see that Blaine was on a local weather site.

"Good news I hope?" Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded. "Yes, thankfully. By the looks of it our flight to Ohio on Saturday is still a go," he explained.

"Good! I can't wait until we can venture outside again for something other than getting more food."

"Rachel should be happy then, even if her dads can't visit her anymore."

Kurt kissed the side of Blaine's cheek softly. "I know the feeling." He was glad that their days of confinement would soon be over but it was hard not to mourn the days they'd lost still. All of it gone; so many wonderful moments robbed – it was such a waste. "I'm sorry that the blizzard ruined everything for us, Blaine," he said.

Blaine turned around so he could look Kurt in the eye. "Kurt..." he began gently. "You have nothing to apologize for. It's not your fault. I'm disappointed of course but hey, if I was gonna get trapped by a blizzard then I'm glad it was with you."

"Even with all the bickering we've been doing?" Kurt countered, albeit playfully.

Since Kurt wasn't actually upset – given his inviting grin – Blaine laughed, "Yes, even then." The couple batted eyes at one another until they moved in for a tender kiss. Blaine kept his face close even when the kiss was over and beamed at him. "I may not enjoy when we fight but in a way it's kinda fun still."

"Oh you," Kurt gushed before kissing Blaine again.

That second kiss didn't remain innocent for very long, not when Kurt pushed Blaine down on the bed until his back was pressed against the mattress. Kurt felt his heart swell as Blaine gaze up at him dreamily; his eyes were almost sparkling with wonder, as if he didn't believe that Kurt was really there with him. Kurt grinned at him as he brought his hands to stroke Kurt's back encouragingly. Well then, if that was the case then Kurt was more than happy to remind Blaine just how real he was.

Blaine inhaled sharply as Kurt began kissing his neck softly but for some odd reason he seemed to be resisting his boyfriend's advances. They hadn't even gone that far with making out a moment ago, so why was he being so careful all of a sudden? Hadn't their cooling off break last long enough? Kurt thought they'd proved their self-control well enough by now to know their limits.

"Kurt..." Blaine almost slurred.

"Whaaat..." Kurt asked, mimicking the strain in his voice.

"I promised I'd Skype with my mom. She's been asking me for the past few days."

That explained a lot then and Kurt gave Blaine's lips one final teasing kiss before he pulled up so he could freely chat with his mom. Blaine's giddy expression of contentment wasn't making it easy though. He was seriously too cute for his own good at times.

Blaine glanced at his reflection and frowned. "Does it look like I was just making out with you?" Blaine asked worriedly.

Kurt chuckled, "A little but that's an easy enough fix. Here, let me help you."

After a few little tweaks Kurt had Blaine back to looking like his typical dapper self and he doubted Jennifer would note any difference. "Thanks," Blaine said to Kurt and he pecked him on the lips as thanks. Kurt was so helpful and thanks to him, Blaine felt he had never looked better but showing his appreciation would have to wait. He had family duties to see to finally and Blaine was glad to see that Kurt felt no desire to leave his side while he Skyped with his mom.

Blaine took one final glance at Kurt, who was sprawled on the bed beside him before he logged onto Skype. As soon as his mom appeared on the screen Blaine beamed at her, because of course he was glad to see her. "Hey there Mom, sorry for the wait," he said.

"It's all right Blaine; I'm just happy to see you again. How is everything there? Have the road been cleared?" Jennifer asked concernedly.

"We're all doing fine here, and as for the roads, they should be clear by tomorrow morning I would think," Blaine said.

Jennifer sighed, "That's a relief to hear. I know I should worry so much but I still am."

"Well you are a mom, so that's understandable," Kurt piped up.

"It's nice to see you again Kurt, how has my son been?" she asked.

All it took was a mere glance at Blaine for a warm smile to spread across his face. "Wonderful, as if there was any other doubt," he said as he turned his attention back to her. "Sure there were a few trying moments but it's all behind us now – just like the storm is – and I'm just relieved that we have a full day left before our flight on Saturday."

"Sometimes I feel like the blizzard was my fault," Blaine said.

"How so?" asked Kurt, just before Jennifer, who closed her open mouth and waited for Blaine to reply.

"I kept wishing that I could stay here in New York," Blaine explained.

Kurt rubbed Blaine's back as a show of affection. "I guess it's true when they say that you should be careful what you wish for," he cooed.

"So I should expect you back on Sunday morning like you originally told me, Blaine?" Jennifer questioned.

At first Blaine couldn't look at his mom; his eyes darted back and forth nervously as he crossed his arms over his chest. Kurt hide his true reaction, because he didn't want to add anything more grieve to whatever had his boyfriend looking so strange. It wasn't hard to guess though. 'He's nervous... no guilty,' Kurt thought to himself. Kurt wasn't the only one who knew Blaine enough to notice the signs either. Jennifer had as well, judging by the subtle raise of her brow, but unlike Kurt, she didn't know the reason why yet.

"The flights still on yes," Blaine said finally, visibly squirming in his seat.

With a stern expression Jennifer asked warily; she clearly knew when her son was keeping things from her. "What's going on Blaine, what aren't you telling me?"

To his credit, Blaine wasn't normally this awkward; Kurt guessed the emotional strain of the blizzard had left them all a little frazzled.

"We're actually coming back late Saturday night but since it will be so late... Kurt and I figured I'd just crash at his place that night." That was almost an outright lie because the flight from Ohio to New York was only an hour and a half. He just hoped his mom wouldn't bring attention to this fact and rob them of one last night sleeping together. It wasn't like they planned to do anything but sleep either!

Jennifer seemed to know this somehow too. "All right then but make sure you'll be home every night for bed after that, Blaine," she said firmly.

By all accounts Blaine thought her terms were more than fair, even if it did mean there would be no more nights spent snuggled next to Kurt for the unforeseeable future. So be it because it could be worse after all. This meant he would just have the savour the remaining two nights they had left that much more. "I promise; no more sleep overs after that." He might have his parents trust but asking if Kurt could stay over or making up possible lies would truly cross a line.

"I'm taking Blaine to NYADA tomorrow," Kurt said, changing the subject.

"I can hardly wait!" exclaimed Blaine with barely contained excitement.

Jennifer smiled at them both. "What about today? Did you do anything noteworthy?"

Blaine shrugged; the only worthwhile things he could think of were the type of things he didn't want to share with his mom – even if they only involved making out. "Not a lot; we got some groceries, went for a cup of coffee, nothing real exciting."

"The streets are pretty crowded now that people can get around again. The blizzard might be over but the weather's still crappy, so we decided not to push our luck. I did manage to take Blaine to some of my favourite clothing stores in Manhattan though," Kurt said.

"Most of which were too rich for my blood," Blaine added teasingly.

"I thought I explained to you that we were just window shopping. I always price stuff first before I go bargain hunting. Besides, you sure found plenty to buy when we went to Brook Brothers," Kurt muttered.

For which Blaine replied with, "I only bought so much because you kept picking out clothes for me."

Jennifer soon became sidelined as the couple began to bicker, though their argument quickly changed to their usual playful banter. During their exchange Blaine's mom beamed at them, laughed at their adorable antics. She didn't seem to mind that she had been momentarily forgotten, not when her son looked so happy. If she had bothered to say anything to Blaine, it would probably be something like 'you look right at home Blaine, and I'm so happy for you.' But if these were her personal thoughts, she did not share them with the boys, which was probably for the best.

Eventually Blaine realized their error and he quickly apologized to his mom, who just smiled at said to him that it was all right.
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Blaine and Kurt were quietly enjoying their morning together at the breakfast table when Rachel walked right by them with two suitcases in tow. Blaine did a double take, putting down his fork as he watched her go.

"Where are you going, Rachel?" asked Kurt, who's surprised expression matched his boyfriend.

Rachel let go of her luggage and hurried over to the boys; her eyes were wide with excitement. "I'm going to the airport; my dads want me to come home for a visit. They said they have a big surprise for me waiting at home to make up for our New Year's plans being cancelled. I can't wait to see what is it; they always have the best surprises!" she happily announced.

Conflicted emotions washed over Blaine; he was sad to see Rachel go but on the other hand happy to have some alone time with Kurt at last. "I'm going to miss you, Rachel," Blaine said and he meant it, despite his goofy grin.

Rachel smirked at him. "So will I but I don't want to be a third wheel anymore."

"You weren't a third wheel but either way you'll have plenty of fun on your own," Kurt said as he stood up to hug her goodbye.

"The same goes for you and Blaine," Rachel whispered in his ear teasingly.

Blaine pushed his way between them both so he could claim Rachel for his own goodbye hug. She rolled her eyes at him but was laughing all the while. Blaine felt like a real bond had formed between them and despite her shortcomings, he adored Rachel and Blaine liked to think the feeling was mutual.

"I was awesome to finally spend some quality time with you Blaine. I have the feeling that we're going to be seeing a lot more of one another come the summer," Rachel said.

"I wonder how we'll all fair as roommates huh?" Kurt playfully added.

Blaine wouldn't dream of saying it but he didn't think it was foolish to predict such an outcome, not when his gut feeling was so strong. Whether he and Kurt would live in the loft with Rachel or want to move into their own place was still in the air but his move to New York was eminent either way. When it came to his feelings for Kurt Blaine might not understand everything just yet – or how deep they ran at least. What made that fine was how special his bonds with Kurt and Rachel had grown and over such a short amount of time too. There was something there, a connection that was so special Blaine knew it couldn't have formed just on a whim.

If he were to try to define both relationships then in Rachel's case, Blaine thought of her as a true friend, the kind he could not only relate to but was someone he could trust completely. Their many similarities, such as their passion towards music and their competitive streaks – along with their association with Kurt – had helped them become fast friends. Once he did move to New York Blaine hoped their friendship would revolve less around Kurt, who was the reason for their meeting.

As for Kurt, well, where should he even begin? If Blaine were to try and list the countless things Kurt had brought to his life then that could last a life time.

There was no forgetting that a lot could happen in the next months; he might not get into NYADA, or something else could get in the way that neither of them could anticipate and though he hated to considerate at all – he and Kurt might break up. Not only that but what if he did move as intended and discovered that moving in together was too big of a step to make?

Blaine made a mental note that while he didn't want to worry himself about such possibilities now he should remember them still. If they continued to gnaw at him then he would talk to Kurt about them, honestly and maturely.

Currently Blaine was happy to go back to present day and how Rachel seemed to be leaving them suddenly.

"Are you sure you don't want company to the airport? We're about to head out ourselves," Blaine asked just to sound polite and like he didn't want her to leave.

"I'll be fine," Rachel insisted and before the boys could say anything else on the matter she was on the move again. With great effort she swung the door open and paused long enough to grin back at the boys who hadn't moved from the table area. "Bye boys and enjoy your time without me but not too much now."

Kurt was about say something to Blaine when Rachel reappeared, popping her head back in to add, "Oh, and sing a song at Callbacks for me tonight!" Then at last, she was gone.

"Blaine... we're alone," Kurt said softly, as if he didn't believe it yet.

"Yes... I believe that we are... finally!" Blaine replied.

Kurt knew that look, he relished that look in fact so he wasn't about to deny what Blaine obviously had in mind for them. What followed next for the couple lasted for only a minute, as they gazed hungrily at one another before they pulled in close to mash their mouths together.

Now that Rachel no longer posed a threat to walk in on them, Blaine and Kurt found no need to hold themselves back. For Blaine this meant that he felt no urge to protest Kurt – in a sudden act of passionate aggression no doubt – guided them down on the table. Nor did he word any caution as Kurt climbed on top of him so they could continue making out. He by no means remained passive either, no sir and Kurt's own actions told Blaine he didn't expect that of him at all. Kurt kept murmuring 'touch me Blaine,' between their fevered kisses. He was happy to oblige of course but knew well enough to keep his hands above the waist. Kurt in turn made sure their lower regions weren't going to touch or cause too much friction to get their bodies too excited.

Things were going so well that Blaine was keen to use just enough to control so that there was no need to stop themselves. This had to be their hottest make out session yet Blaine thought gleefully. The two stayed tangled up together on the table for a while, as the attempted to stretch their patience to the limit. Blaine skillfully decorated Kurt's neck with sweet little butterfly kisses that as time went on, changed to something more like playful love bites. Kurt would have a few hickeys after this for sure; thank goodness his boyfriend loved scarves then.

Unfortunately Kurt there came a point that all young couples who had chosen to set physical limits must face; the breaking point. He reached his just as Blaine, in his distraction, moved his leg so it brushed up against Kurt's crotch – accidentally but it was still enough. He'd long reached the point where Kurt picked up the subtle changes in his body that signalled it was time for them to stop.

That still didn't mean he enjoying having to do it though. "We should give it a rest, Blaine," Kurt said reluctantly.

Blaine let out a loud sigh that either had to be from relief, sexual frustration or like in Kurt's case, it was a bit of both. Blaine still complied regardless as he let go of Kurt's waist so he could move a safer distance away.

Kurt let out a large breath and then looked at Blaine to see if he was fairing any better than him. From what he could tell – both from the dreamy look on his face or the causal body posture; someone was sure happy with himself Kurt concluded.

"Well... that was fun," Blaine announced from his spot sitting on the edge of the table.

Kurt chuckled, "That's one way to put it."

The outdoors beckoned so the couple set to cleaning after their breakfast so they could get on with their day. First on the task list was seeing to their state of dress and Blaine was happy for Kurt to take charge there. He personally loved how instead of Kurt sending him a photo of his daily outfits Blaine come to see them come together first hand. Blaine's outfit was exceptionally chosen today, or maybe Blaine thought that because the shirt he was wearing was Kurt's. Thank goodness that they were similar enough in size that clothes sharing was possible.


"Ready to head off to NYADA, Honeybee?"

Blaine blinked as Kurt's voice brought his attention back front and centre and away from his thoughts. "You bet I am, Starlight! I've only gotten a peak of the hallways from our Skype chats before, so it will be nice to see it properly."

"Oh that's right; I kept saying I would give you a virtual tour one day, whoops," Kurt said cutely.

"It's okay. It just makes this first visit that more special."

Kurt looped his arm through the crook of Blaine elbow as they started to walk towards the loft door. "So I called ahead to make sure I could show you around still and everything's good. It helps that a bunch of tours going on today."

"Then after we're finished looking around at NYADA we'll go to dinner before drinks at Callbacks?" Blaine asked just to confirm their itinerary. Kurt nodded at him, like Blaine knew he would, so he went and added, "Good! Cause I sure feel like singing tonight."
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It was a teacher at Dalton during his sophomore year who had made Blaine aware of NYADA when suggested that Blaine should apply there for college. He was flattered of course that she thought Blaine had the talent to get accepted. Since from that moment it had become his top choice but that still didn't mean he held any personal attachment to it per say. Yes he would love to go there, but NYADA wasn't his only option, or even his biggest dream. There would be other schools, other chances. If he didn't get accepted then at least it wouldn't be for lack of trying.

As Blaine found himself standing before the campus building of the 'New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts' he felt somewhat subdued but not much else. Quite the contrast to seeing Kurt's apartment for the first time, he thought. NYADA didn't feel like home; it made him feel small.

"Wow... talk about intimidating," Blaine said.

Kurt smiled at Blaine affectionately; merely happy to be at Blaine's side and to share this new experience beside him. Or so Blaine thought, anyway, because that would be classic Kurt. Gosh he was so wonderful, and sweet, and handsome and... this could go on forever knowing Blaine, so he simply topped it off with his favourite: how Kurt was an actual wish come true.

"Let me know when you're ready to head inside," Kurt told him, laying a hand on his shoulder.

Blaine reminded himself that whether he got into NYADA or not, he still wanted to see all of it now; the round room, the dance hall, the auditorium, even the hallways – everything. He wanted to see the places Kurt had described to him, not only for himself and because he wanted to belong at NYADA too come the fall, but because it was another window Kurt's life.

"I'm good thanks," Blaine said even though Kurt hadn't asked him how he was feeling. "Please lead the way Starlight, and be my handsome guide."

Kurt giggled at Blaine's attempts at shameless flirting and took Blaine's hand in his, guiding them both towards the front doors. The moment they crossed the threshold, Kurt snapped into action and began pointing out various things, from doorways to wall plaques. Blaine already had learned a lot about NYADA's history but when Kurt told it, it was like he was hearing it for the first time all over again. Kurt was quite the tour-guide, or maybe Blaine was that bias about anything Kurt did – it was probably a bit of both, he decided before moving on. The first place Kurt brought him too was the cafeteria, and it was a vast improvement to any high school equivalent. At least for McKinley per according to Kurt, who had yet to see Dalton's cafeteria himself, so he didn't know it was nearly on par with NYADA's.

Blaine used to regard school hallways just as places he walked through to get to to and from classes. Now as he walked down one with Kurt, again the experience was totally different. Blaine wished that he and Kurt could have gone to the same high school. But then, even if they had it wouldn't be the same for them like it was for straight couples.

"Am I boring you already, Blaine?" Kurt asked.

Blaine shook his head vigorously, like he was punishing himself for letting his mind wander. "No sorry! I was just... daydreaming a little I guess."

"Oh well as long as I was in your day dream then that's okay."

"You were."

Kurt, who seemed pleased with the news, went back to talking and this time Blaine made sure to give his full attention. They went to each of his classrooms, where Kurt shared amusing anecdotes and stories that made Blaine laugh out loud in response. Kurt even re-acted one of his stints he'd done in his acting class that Blaine was sure would become one of the highlights of the day (or his whole life). Finally Kurt took Blaine to the dance studio. Now here was a place that must have seen some action over the years, Blaine thought. How many aspiring dancers had started out here and were now up on Broadway living the dream?

Blaine went over to touch one of the wooden beams; he knew Kurt was watching him intently yet he coyly pretended not to notice. "I can picture it Kurt; you trying to hold yourself together as you dance in front of none other than Cassandra July. I bet you took any insults she threw at you with your head held high as you danced on – unaffected."

Kurt laughed mockingly, "Yeah, I wish! It was more like I was trying my best not to faint."

"How come I don't believe you?" Blaine asked playfully.

"Okay maybe it was like that at the start..."

"But now..."

"I'm more able to hold my own, though not by much. When it comes to my voice I have nothing but confidence but as for my ability to dance – I know I'm not the greatest. Don't get me wrong I can choreograph my own musical numbers well enough to look good – flawless even if I'm having a good day. But all it took was one minute in this room with Miss July to know I'm nowhere near her standards," Kurt babbled.

"I'm sure her bar is set unrealistically high though," Blaine said thoughtfully.

"Thank you Honeybee, but I still have a lot to learn."

"Then it's a good thing you're in a NYADA dance class huh?"

After exchanging a few more playful words – more like a dozen – Kurt press onwards and Blaine learned that he had saved the best for last. Sure he had admitted to Kurt how badly he'd like to see the round room but Blaine didn't expect it to happen.

"Are you sure we're allowed to be in here on our own like this, Kurt?" Blaine asked as his eyes gazed at the ceiling.

Kurt nodded. "I'm sure Blaine, so try to relax. I just had to promise we wouldn't stay for too long. Lucky for us it's not being used right now for any performances."

Now that Blaine had been reassured that they weren't trespassing, Blaine let himself have a good look around. He remembered Kurt telling how students of Carmen's class had to sing in front of everyone and in their first week no doubt! Rachel had sung New York State of Mind and wowed everyone, according to Kurt and Blaine didn't dispute that. When Kurt's turn had come up he'd chosen to sing 'How Can I Love Her' and his efforts had won an approving nod.

"I love singing in here... it makes me feel empowered somehow. I guess that's because I usually picture myself in front of a sold out Broadway audience," Kurt explained.

Blaine grinned at him widely and said, "Hey, it if helps then why not?"

Kurt beamed back at Blaine and then suddenly his expression grew mischievous, like he was about to suggest something naughty. Blaine's heart began to hammer in his chest and his mouth felt dry. It couldn't be what he was thinking – or could it? Before Blaine could get too excited, he decided to press his devilish looking boyfriend for answers.

"Why don't you do it then?" Kurt said before Blaine could though.

Blaine blinked at him confusingly. "Do what?"

"Stand up here, pretend you're on a Broadway stage and sing. Right here and now; for me, Blaine."

The idea held a lot of promise and not just because Blaine loved to sing. Just imagining himself singing to Kurt in the round room – that was beyond romantic – made him instantly jump on board. "Okay, I'll do it. Both for you and me, because when will I get another chance like this?" Blaine said excitedly.

"Hopefully in the fall but that won't make this first time any less special," Kurt replied.

Blaine asked, "Any requests?"

To which Kurt merely shook his head before he said cutely, "Surprise me."

"I knew you were going to say that!" Blaine laughed. "I'll sing a solo here as long as we can do a romantic duet at Callbacks, deal?"

"Deal," repeated Kurt, who took a seat on a nearby chair. He crossed his leg over-top of the other, leaned forward on the table with his chin resting on his hands and patiently waited for Blaine to begin.

After fast contemplation, Blaine decided to sing something out of the usual and where he could hopefully shake things up. Much like when Kurt had auditioned for Tony, Blaine felt the urge to show his dark and edge side. Kurt hopefully would appreciate it and with that thought in mind Blaine searched on his phone for a karaoke version of it. So what if it wouldn't have the proper acoustics for the venue; it would just have to do.

It wasn't easy for Kurt to hide his anxious delight that he got whenever he was about to hear Blaine sing. There was something about his voice that reached down inside Kurt and touched him where no one else could. Why did that sound dirty? So much for trying to keep sex off his mind during Blaine's visit. Luckily for him Blaine was about to begin and so Kurt was able to focus and watch his boyfriend switch into his performer mode.

A menacing expression that Kurt usually only saw on television dramas spread over Blaine's face; transforming him from his normal gentleman persona into something new. The music began and Blaine lurched forward with so much speed that Kurt jerked back in response. There was no time for Kurt to regain his composure though, not when Blaine started to sing 'Circle the Drain' by Katy Perry.

"Good lord," Kurt muttered under his breath.

Kurt had assumed that his boyfriend would sing him an acapella love ballad that would tug on his heart strings. Not that he was complaining, especially when Blaine's voice slipped into his sexy lower register. Blaine was a total sex god; he was radiating sensual energy as he darted around the room. He sure looked convincingly angry to Kurt, who gazed at him hungrily as he gyrated his hips around provocatively. Blaine had to know his movements would affect Kurt like this. Right? It didn't seem so, or maybe he was too much in the zone to process such thoughts. Either way Kurt was finding it harder to keep it together.

Then all off a sudden Blaine seemed to realize he'd gone a bit too far with his intense dance moves and he toned it back down for the remainder of the number. By the end of it Kurt still felt slightly turned on but it was nothing he couldn't manage. It didn't help that Blaine was bent over and breathing heavily at a nearby table though. Never the less Kurt didn't pounce on him like a ravenous lover, instead he clapped loudly like an awestruck fan.

"Blaine that was amazing! And hot, did I mention hot?" Kurt blurted, fanning himself to empathize.

For some on reason Blaine actually frowned at him; as if he didn't believe Kurt's claims. "Was I really? Good to know..."

"Is there anything else you want to see here before we go?" Kurt asked.

Blaine shook his head. "No I'm good; we can save the rest for the fall – hopefully. How about dinner now? 'Cause I've sure worked up one hell of an appetite."

'Me too,' Kurt thought to himself amusingly, but that was a different type of hunger. He quickly agreed with Blaine and they walked out of the room together. Blaine leaned closer to Kurt so he could claim his arm; now this was the life, Kurt thought. Or more to the point, this was how Kurt wanted Blaine's visit to go; relaxed and fun.

A day and a half wasn't much time to make up for the blizzard but Kurt was determined to do all that he could to make it memorable. Well almost anything, but when it came to that, Kurt was confident the right time would come someday – maybe in the near future even. Until then, there was after-all, plenty of other ways to make good memories.
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Kurt took Blaine to a nearby corner Bistro for their dinner, not the same one that Thomas had brought him too though – just to be on the safe side. The cheeseburgers there were just as delicious as Kurt hoped they would be and Blaine clearly felt the same way. They barely talked at all as they slowly savoured their meal, but they did make eyes at one another still. After the boys finished their foods it was off to Callbacks and Blaine was nearly bursting at the seams with excitement.

"That burger was delicious Kurt, and filling! I'll have no problem singing that duet with you now," Blaine said as he rubbed his belly.

Kurt chuckled, "It's the water."

Ever since the moment Kurt had told him about Callbacks Blaine had wanted to go there. Just the idea of a piano bar that musical theatre students hung out at was alluring enough. Add in the fact that both Kurt and Rachel were regulars there and well, Blaine's patience held no bounds. Thanks to Brody, who Blaine had yet to meet but knew of, Kurt had gotten to know the bar pianist named Pasquale as well as the bar's owner. According to Kurt his meant that there should have no trouble getting them a turn at the mic – even on such short notice.

Various people called out Kurt's name as they caught sight of him and Kurt waved back at everyone like it was any other day for him. Although he did seem to have an extra spring in his step and Blaine liked to think he was the reason for that. Showing off his cute boyfriend to one's peers would feel pretty good. Blaine couldn't wait to himself when they were back in Ohio.

"You seem to be well known," Blaine observed.

"A little but that's just because I come here a lot, though not as much lately," Kurt said.

"I'm the reason for that, right?"

Kurt grinned at him. "You know you are."

"Drinks are on me then," offered Blaine, who knew Kurt was only teasing and he was loving it.

"I'd like that," Kurt said flirtatiously, stealing a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll make myself useful too and find us some seats."

Kurt watched Blaine for a moment as he navigated his way through the crowds of people towards the bar. He was filled with a giddy warmth that Kurt hoped wouldn't leave him for a very long time; it was that addicting. The novelty that Blaine was actually here with him in New York and accompanying him to his usual hangouts had yet to wear off – another plus there. It hardly mattered that none of their drinks could be alcoholic either, after-all, who needed that sort of rush when he had Blaine.

"Kurt! Hey, over here!" someone shouted behind him.

Kurt blinked and narrowed his eyes as he search for who it could be. It didn't take long to locate them and a he smiled friendly as soon as their eyes met. It was Geoffrey, along with his usual group of friends who Kurt had become familiar with. He walked over to them and said, "Hello guys; survived the storm I see."

Like Kurt, they were all NYADA students in the musical theatre program, gay and shared the same passion for music. While Kurt had no super close friends at school yet, he was on good terms with some people, such as these three that he felt comfortable talking to them now. From what he could tell, Geoffrey, Martin and Raymond seemed genuinely decent people that Kurt not only tolerated but got along with too.

"Been a while since you've come here, Kurt," said Geoffrey nosily, though it was playfully said.

Ah yes, Kurt could never forget how everyone at NYADA loved their gossip, himself included. "I know right."

"We've missed yours and Rachel's duets," Raymond, who was the oldest of the group (a junior) said.

"I know I haven't come here as much as I used to but the reason's here with me actually," Kurt began, pointing towards the bar where Blaine was patiently waiting. He looked so at home, as he leaned against the bar edge, humming to the music it looked it, and Kurt beamed at him affectionately.

Everyone's eyes instantly went to where Kurt was still pointing at and after confirming who he meant, they all stared back at Kurt impressively.

"So that's your boyfriend? He's pretty dreamy, Kurt," Martin said.

Kurt grinned at him and said, "Don't I know it."

"So where did you find someone like him?" pressed Raymond.

"Would you believe in Ohio of all places? We met during Thanksgiving break actually," Kurt said as he sat down in one of the two chairs Martin and Geoffrey had just brought over.

"So that's who you've been talking to on the phone on campus then!" Geoffrey said.

Kurt nodded; he found their continued amazement rather amusing. They probably thought he'd been talking to Rachel or something. "That's him all right; his name is Blaine. Long distance can be a bitch at times but we're making it work... somehow. He's been visiting here with me for the last week... so you can imagine my annoyance about the stupid blizzard we were all submitted to."

"Oh I dunno," Martin interjected. "I could think of a lot of ways to pass the time if I were copped up with someone like him."

Kurt nearly choked on air from laughing so suddenly. "So could I, except Rachel was stuck there with us."

"Ouch," Raymond hissed sympathetically.

"I took him to NYADA earlier and now we're here because showing him Callbacks was a must." Kurt glanced back at Blaine and saw he was looking for him with drinks in hand, so he waved him over.

"Sorry that took so long, the place is packed," Blaine muttered.

"It's all right; I had company," Kurt said. "Blaine, this is Geoffrey, Raymond and Martin, who are fellow NYADA students. Guys, this is my boyfriend Blaine."

Blaine politely shook hands with the three of them before he took the remaining seat on Kurt's left. Although he had initially seemed surprised to see that Kurt wasn't alone he wasn't showing any signs of discomfort – or jealously. "It's nice to meet all of you," he said in greeting.

"So will we get to hear either of you sing tonight?" Martin asked.

Kurt looked to Blaine, who smiled at him playfully before he replied, "Oh I should think so. I already promised I'd sing a duet with Blaine. In fact... I should go lock our spot in now..." Kurt muttered as he stood up to do just that.

Left alone with Kurt's friends, Blaine tried to think of something good to talk about but his mind was running blank. Why was he acting so nervous anyway? Blaine usually thrived on social situations like this. Maybe the difference this time was because he wasn't in his normal element?

"So are you a performer like Kurt or just a karaoke enthusiast?" Raymond asked.

"I'm both actually; I'm in my schools glee club also," Blaine answered.

"I'm surprised you didn't apply at NYADA then," Martin said.

Blaine took a sip of his drink. "Oh I plan to and I sure hope I get in."

"You mean you're still in high school?" Martin said surprisingly. "I never would've guessed!"

Blaine was pleased to hear this because he often feared he looked too young. "I'm a high school senior though I'm a year behind so I'm eighteen already," he explained. "So do any of you have any tips for getting into NYADA?"

When Kurt returned he saw that Blaine was fitting in splendidly – was it ever any doubt? -- as he entertained everyone at the table. Kurt had the feeling that when he enrolled at NYADA it would be more of the same. It was impossible to feel jealous of Blaine's charisma though, not with how humble he was. Then, as Kurt was getting lost in his thoughts, Blaine turned his way and gave him a look that melted Kurt's heart.

"We're up two songs from now Blaine, so we should pick a song soon," Kurt said.

"Oh, I know; you guys should sing 'Dress you Up!" Geoffrey shouted.

Martin scowled at him and said, "Madonna? Really? Isn't that a bit too clique?"

"Not if it's for a good reason and who doesn't love Madonna?" Geoffrey argued.

Kurt for one agreed with Geoffrey; he loved Madonna and had dreams of forming a cover band some day even. "I was thinking Blaine and I would sing something a little more special..."

Raymond asked, "You two have a song already then?"

Blaine exchanged a quick glance with Kurt and they chuckled together. "We have too many; that's our whole problem," Blaine explained.

"Not that that's a bad thing but I guess that's what happens when you're in a show choir power couple," Kurt said cutely.

"You're not in one anymore though, you didn't join the Apples or anything," Raymond pointed out.

"Well who would?" Martin said.

"My boyfriend's in one still though and I whether I'm in or club now or not I'm still an ex-champion," Kurt said matter-of-factly.

Blaine got the feeling that they already knew all about Kurt's win at Nationals next year – whether Kurt had told him or if it had come through the school grapevine. He remembered how Kurt had explained being in show choir didn't matter as much in college – to his dismay.

"Did you win your Sectionals round?" Martian asked Blaine.

Blaine nodded. "Yep! Regionals here we come!"

Soon it was time for Kurt and Blaine to take the stage and they had managed to pick the perfect song to sing too. It was a natural choice even, one that Blaine had instantly agreed to the second Kurt suggested it to him. He was just about to himself and they'd laughed about it but not for long, as they had a job to do now. Blaine decided he wouldn't ask to play the piano himself despite Pasquale agreeing to it, because he'd rather sing along side Kurt anyway. Their song choice was none other than 'Someday Out of the Blue' from by Elton John (from the animated film El Dorado). It seemed as if he and Kurt were destined to sing the entire soundtrack through the course of their relationship.

Blaine only had eyes for Kurt and he, him as they serenaded one another, like there was no one else there in the room. Emotion welled up in Blaine, which felt so powerful he swore it was something more significant than a crush. Was this it then? Would this be the moment when Blaine realized he had fallen madly in love with Kurt? He wanted it to be, very much so, but despite the butterflies in his stomach he still couldn't say for sure. Before he could come to determine the depth of this feelings for Kurt the song was over and the rest of the world came back into focus again.

Kurt beamed from the loud round of applause they received and he'd expected Blaine to be doing the same. So when he noticed Blaine's lackadaisical expression, he cocked his head to the side in puzzlement. Blaine shook his head before Kurt could ask what was going on and mouthed 'it's nothing'.

The couple headed back to their table and were rushed at by Martin, Geoffrey and Raymond, who all complimented their amazing performance.

"Nicely done and way to show the love," Martin teased.

"Thanks," Kurt muttered sheepishly.

Blaine blushed bright red at the mentioning of the word love and he wasn't the only one; Kurt's cheeks were flushed as well. Blaine cleared his throat lightly as they sat down at the table again. At lease no one was teasing their reactions, so that was something.

"What are you plans for the rest of the night?" Raymond asked them all of a sudden.

Kurt looked at Blaine, who shrugged at him; he was calling the shots tonight so Blaine had no clue what was going on next. He got the feeling – given how Kurt was blushing again – that it involved making out in the loft somehow.

"Not much," Kurt answered innocently.

"I'm asking because we're going to a party soon, at Matt Holton's place, you know who he is right, Kurt?" Raymond said.

"How could I not!" Kurt blurted. A ridiculously hot junior at NYADA that just about everyone had the hots for was hard not to notice after all. He hadn't mentioned him to Blaine though, but truthfully Kurt didn't have much to say about him. He was good looking yes, but Mat was still no Blaine Anderson. "I mean, yes... yes I know who he is."

"You two should come with us; Mat's parties are always a blast," Martin said enticingly.

"His apartment is amazing and it's all thanks to his modelling jobs." added Raymond.

"Don't you need an invite?" Kurt asked.

"Not at all; Mat's parties aren't exclusive or anything. You go to NYADA Kurt, so that's enough to get you in – and Blaine also," Geoffrey answered for him.

"Um well..." Kurt began, pausing to look at Blaine to see if he would want to go or not.

"I'd be up to going to a party; I'd like to meet more of your school chums, Kurt," Blaine said.

Since Blaine was game then so was Kurt, especially since he could still make out with Blaine when they got back from the party. He made a quick mental note not to drink too much so it would be possible and while here were at it, he should advise Blaine that too.

"It's settled then; we'll go to the party with you. I just hope I'm dressed accordingly... how do I look?" Kurt muttered worriedly.

Blaine leaned forward to take his boyfriend's hand so he could squeeze it gently. "You look fine Kurt; you could wear a t-shirt and jeans to highest affair and still pull it off."

Martin, Geoffrey and Raymond said more of the same, although not as affectionately as Blaine because that would have been too much. Kurt blushed at their compliments, Blaine especially and so enamoured was Kurt that he couldn't help but say something playful in response.

"What about ripped jeans?" Kurt questioned.

Blaine nodded and laughed, "Now that... I'd love to see." Kurt giggled at him, while the others, who didn't know about the couple's inside joke, just eyed them with befuddled amusement.