Blaine chuckled as he and Kurt walked down the city street; Kurt spurting verbal diarrhea about all the different musicals that were beyond amazingly, and Blaine didn't mind one bit.

"I will say, it fits into the category, though there's also West Side Story, Evita,"

"Funny Girl," Kurt imputes.

"Funny Girl, The Music Man."

"Gypsy!"

"Singin' In The Rain is also very enjoyable."

"Don't forget about the fantastic leading ladies. Barbra, Madonna, Sarah Brightman."

"Liza! Can not forget her."

Blaine laughed, pulling his boyfriend closer. His boyfriend. Kurt was his boyfriend. Something about those words put together in a sentence made him feel as if he were on the top of the world. They've only been together for a couple weeks, yet it felt like a year or so. He knew so much and told the same amount.

With Kurt, he didn't have to be this wealthy guy, who happened to like men, who had to be perfect with everything he does. He was just Blaine. A normal guy with a pretty cool job and a boyfriend who adores him.

Kurt's voice brought him back to reality, pulling him from his thoughts. "What?"

"Its still early; coming up?"

Blaine smiled, his teeth bright from the sunlight. "You bet!"

Kurt smirked, holding the door open to the apartment for Blaine to walk through.

It wasn't the first time Blaine had been to the apartment; on the contrary, he had spent many evenings there (most of them going into the night to morning.) So he knew it pretty well. Two bedroom apartment. First door on the left is the closet, first door on the right the bathroom. Then kitchen and living room. Far left door is Kurt's bedroom. Far right bedroom belongs to his brother and his girlfriend. It was no bigger than Blaine's, but much more homey.

Blaine once pondered if it had to do with having a female in the apartment or just Kurt himself.

"Hey guys!" Kurt says as they enter.

Finn was stretched out on the couch, his eyes set on the TV, watching a football game.

"Hey," He replies.

"Monday night football again, Finn?" Kurt says, hanging his jacket up.

"Its college night," Finn smiles.

"I will never understand the concept of that sport." Rachel says, immerging from their bedroom. "If you ask me its simply barbaric. A bunch of heavily armored men chasing after a diamond shaped ball."

"I see its not only music and diva's you two have in common." Blaine comments, winking at Kurt. "Damn, I better get going."

"I kinda hoped you say." Kurt says coyly. "You could come by CO's, watch the show."

"I would, babe, but I have to get my paper work done before Wednesday, and if I don't that means no Friday fun night for us. You don't wanna miss out on that do you?" Blaine pouts, giving Kurt his signature puppy-dog look.

Kurt sighs defeated. "No, I guess not."

"Well then, I will see you later." Leaning over, he kisses Kurt softly, licking his lips afterwards. "Hmm cherries."

"Your favorite chap stick."

"I love it even more now. Have fun tonight, okay? I'll call you later. Bye guys."

Rachel and Finn both said their goodbyes before Blaine slipped out the door and headed back to his office. He wasn't very fond of the paper work of his job, but it always paid off in the end. Checking his watch, Blaine realized it was a few minutes before Kurt would be going on. Pulling out his cell phone, he sent him a good luck text, kissing it before pressing send.