Blaine woke up with his stomach roaring in hunger. Slowly he blinked himself awake, feeling the rise and fall of Kurt breathing on his chest and a soft smile appeared on his lips.

With his entire heart he wanted to lie like that for the rest of the day, but his stomach grumbled even louder and because of the ridiculous situation, Blaine couldn't keep down his laugh. He shook Kurt awake with his laughs and the sleepy expression Kurt woke with did nothing good for his sudden giggle fit.

Kurt let out a grumpy noise, trying to shush Blaine, but another grumble - and this one was loud - made him actually jump up. He set up straight, straddling on Blaine's waist and stared down in confused shock.

"Sorry, baby." Blaine grunted and threw his arm over his face to cover his eyes. "I'm just hungry. You wore me out."

Kurt let out a pleased hum. "And what are we going to do about that?" He must have realized they were still naked because his hands were stroking up and down his chest.

"Have breakfast?" Blaine answered half hopeful and half dumb. His arm was removed and he met a pair of lips for a morning kiss. They kept their lips closed, only pursed for a quick kiss and tried not to think too much about morning breath.

Kurt flopped back down onto him. "How hungry are you?"

"Uhm," Blaine thought for a second, "I haven't eaten since... oh right, just before the show."

Kurt snapped back up. "Jesus, why didn't you say?" He started to scramble up. "That's like, more than sixteen hours ago!"

"Well," he started, "some kind of hot boyfriend was proposing sex and well... I'm a weak human being that can't say no." He added a wink and tried to keep Kurt on him. "And you didn't eat either."

Kurt huffed. "They force down all kinds of snacks to keep the sugar level up during the show, don't worry. Now, how about waffles?"

Blaine's stomach made a noise that he was listening. "Go on."

"There's a place just off campus, we can go there." Kurt's eyes were positively beaming. "And it's strawberry season." He nipped Blaine's jaw.

"Strawberries and waffles, sound awfully perfect." Blaine agreed.

Kurt stared at him with a smile. "You didn't wash out your hair." he said, and Blaine looked up in horror. Of course he couldn't see his hair, but now Kurt had mentioned it he felt the ruffled mess of gel and hair and grunted just as loud as his stomach.

"Shit. And I left my things in my car because I was afraid to be late to the show."

"Where's your car?"

"Just outside campus, like you said."

"Well," Kurt licked his lips, "you can put on your clothes from yesterday and run to your car while I shower."

Blaine moaned at the mention of shower, imagining Kurt lather up his body was so much easier after actually seeing what's underneath the clothes.

"And after you get back, you shower, get dressed and..."

"Waffles?"

"Waffles." Kurt grinned. He jumped off the bed but didn't give Blaine much time to enjoy his nakedness, because after two steps Kurt hissed loudly. He continued to walk with a small limp and guilt flew through Blaine's veins, wanting to scramble up and make it better. "Go get your things." Kurt said as if he could hear Blaine's thoughts.

"You sure?"

He was already up his feet, walking to him with more ease and wrapped his arms around him. Kurt hummed a little, resting his head back on Blaine's shoulder.

"Yes. Now go, otherwise we'll never get those waffles."

Blaine pressed kiss underneath his ear, whispering they could postpone breakfast a little bit. Kurt shook his head.

"I don't want you to pass out, I mean, that would be awkward."

"Fine." he grunted. "Love you."

"Love you too."

They let go of each other, Kurt disappearing into the bathroom and Blaine searching for his clothing on the floor. He was surprised nothing seemed different between them. His biggest fear was always that sex changed the entire dynamics of a relationship, but to him they only became closer to each other.

He smiled lazily into nothing, putting on his wrinkled jeans. Kurt was singing a Marilyn Monroe underneath the shower and he couldn't be more right with the words. "I wanna be loved by you, just you..."

With his shoes on he looked around for his car keys that had fallen out of his pockets.

"And nobody else, but you."

Quickly he opened the door, realizing the faster he would get his things, the faster he could return to Kurt.

"I wanna be loved by you - alone."

August 2 2013

Kurt swung the door of his apartment open with his foot, sweat gushing over his back and panting loudly at the lack of fresh air. New York was being pestered with a heat wave and of course Kurt was moving in the middle of it.

Behind him Blaine let out a grunt in frustration when the door swung back.

"Sorry, honey!" Kurt called, unable to keep the door open because of the boxes in his hands.

"S'okay." Blaine said muffled, carrying two boxes himself. "These are the last ones, thank God."

"Indeed. And thank God you're not moving your things until end August."

Blaine grumbled something. He got a dorm assigned practically on Juilliard campus, and strangely enough his father had the last say into it. Back in June, when Blaine was in New York, his mother and father had had a huge discussion about their son's future.

They refused to tell him the details of it, but it ended with his father coming to New York and seeing Juilliard in person. By pure coincidence they ran into Doctor Hera, who was extremely pleased to see Blaine one last time before the semester started.

"Your son is an incredible talent, you must be so proud." she had gushed, throwing his father completely off track.

"Well," he started, and Blaine stared at him intensely, "of course."

They had talked for a few more minutes before Doctor Hera said she had to go, winking at Blaine like she knew exactly what had been going on and walked away.

"So," his father said, "where can we look for rooms?"

And so on Blaine had the best room of the entire university. He was still half believing the things that happened, even though June slipped into July and July turned into August.

July had been amazing. They had spent practically every second together, getting ready to return to New York for the last weeks and also getting annoyed by all the parental supervision they hadn't asked for. Blaine's mother was just as nice to Kurt as when she was when he was Cooper's boyfriend, accepting the fact they were in love and were planning to stay that way.

The only thing that had been bothering Blaine was the lack of life coming from Cooper. They shared short conversations over the phone, but he was always busy filming.

"I'm... moving on, Blainey. And that has nothing to do with you." he had said, and left the topic for what it was.

"What are these again?" Blaine asked, wondering where the boxes needed to go.

"My bedroom." Kurt answered in explanation, disappearing into the bathroom himself. "What time did the concert start again?"

"Nine!" he yelled and placed the boxes down in the corner of the bedroom. Tonight was the Juilliard Central Park concert and Blaine was eager to see one in person.

Feeling the sweat roll down his back, he peeled off his shirt and threw it on the floor. The hot air wasn't much better, but at least nothing was sticking to him anymore - maybe he'd go shirtless to the concert tonight to cool a bit off.

He felt like he was dying and let himself drop onto the huge bed in Kurt's bedroom. The bed they had put together this morning, with a lot of cursing and swearing. He heard the distinctive noise of the freezer open and close. Kurt was probably putting their water bottles in for the concert and Blaine closed his eyes to find some peace of mind.

Kurt stared at the heap of what was his boyfriend on his bed from the doorway, sweating just like him and probably ruining his fresh sheets already. He stirred the glass of ice in his hand with his finger until he grabbed one. With a smirk he stepped forward as quiet as possible, feeling the cube already melt in his hand and carefully placed it on the small of Blaine's back.

Blaine jolted up a little, shrieking at the sudden coldness and Kurt started to trace the cube up and down his spine until Blaine sighed in contentment. Goose bumps spread over his skin and Kurt giggled.

"Shit, that feels nice." Blaine murmured and Kurt took that as permission to straddle on Blaine's ass. "You better be naked soon." he added, reaching out for a pillow to rest his head on.

Kurt placed the glass on his nightstand, shuffling into a better position and continued to move around the cube until it was completely melted.

"You are sweating on my sheets." he said mock-annoyed and the ice was gone.

"You love it when I sweat on your sheets."

"That's something I can't argue with." With force he turned Blaine around, keeping his hands above his head and Blaine swallowed loudly. "But I like a different kind of sweat." And he covered Blaine's lips with his own.

Blaine was unable to free his arms, having the urge to rip off Kurt's clothes and whined into Kurt's mouth. "Please, pretty please?"

"Please what?" Kurt demanded to know and moved down to his neck.

"Kurrrt." he whimpered.

Kurt sat up, raising an eyebrow at the vague answer but let go off his hands anyway. He gave him a warning with his finger that he wasn't allowed to move. Blaine let out a protesting noise, keeping his hands above his head and watched Kurt take off the thin shirt that was sticking to his chest as well.

Blaine moaned at the reveal. There was still a soft glow of the tan he got in Ohio, with little freckles spread over the surface of his skin.

Kurt reached out of the glass again and picked out another cube. He shot Blaine a playful look before pressing it down on his overheated skin. He gasped, letting out needy noises when the ice cube touched his nipple.

"You're cruel." he said after Kurt continued to tease him until the entire glass of ice was nothing but a little bit of water.

"And you love it." Kurt said, barely touching his lips in a kiss. He rocked his hips down hard, deciding the teasing was over. Water and sweat were mixed on Blaine's chest and made it easy for Kurt to slide down until he leveled with the zipper of Blaine's pants. He palmed him through the fabric, making Blaine buck up and pleading for more.

Kurt licked up drops of liquid from Blaine's hipbone while undoing his belt and zipper. Blaine grabbed the iron bars of the headboard to stay on the bed and Kurt pulled off his pants and briefs in one go, together with the loafers he was wearing.

"Well, who knew ice turned you on..." Kurt said with a low voice, taking Blaine's interested cock in his hand and stroked him. "Usually it's the opposite."

"You turn me on." Blaine grunted, clenching around the bars until his knuckles were white. He wanted to stay true to Kurt's warning of not moving, giving him opportunity of doing whatever he liked to.

"Hmmhmm." Kurt hummed and let go of him to shed himself from his own clothes. "I'm happy the first thing we unpacked were condoms and lube." He reached out for his drawer and pulled out the needed things. "Stay like this." he ordered, and the iron bars let out a squeaking noise at the grip.

Naked he settled himself on Blaine's hips, looking down like a man with a devilish plan and grabbed the lube.

Over the past weeks they have been trying out different things sexually, but it was usually Blaine proposing and he was more than intrigued what Kurt had in mind with him down on the bed.

"You're really hot." Kurt muttered. "And that's not just because of the weather." He watched his Adam's apple bop up and down and squirted lube on his fingers. There was still a grin on his face, knowing Blaine was expecting something else, but reached out behind him instead. Blaine sucked in a breath, following Kurt's every move as he fingered himself open.

"Fuck, Kurt." His fingers were itching to touch him and Kurt looked at him like he knew, shaking his head that he couldn't. He let out a whiny plead.

"No, ah!" Kurt added another finger. "I'm going to ride you." Blaine's eyes rolled back in his head. "Been thinking about doing that for a while now... and here you are, lying naked on my bed... just the way I like it."

"Oh my God, Kurt." He let go of the bars with one hand and received a little smack on his hip.

"Na-ah, baby, it's my turn." Kurt scissored his fingers a bit to stretch faster and more. Blaine was flustered with sexual frustration, bucking up into the air but never receiving the friction he needed.

"Well, aren't we impatient?" Kurt muttered, deciding he was stretched out far enough and grabbed a condom.

"Please."

"Yes, baby." Kurt said, leaning down for a kiss before opening the foil with his teeth and rolling down the condom over Blaine's hard. Blaine let out a cry at the unexpected touch, biting his lip so hard it almost bled. He forced himself to keep his eyes open to see Kurt raising up to line up with his cock, lowering slowly and Blaine moaned at the familiar feeling of being completely surrounded by Kurt.

Kurt threw his head back, gasping at the entire new angle of their love making and let his hands roam over Blaine's chest, pulling a few soft hairs that were scattered over his torso. He started to move in languid rides, lowering down to take Blaine's arms and place his hands on his hips. Blaine let out a pleased huff at finally touching Kurt himself and dug in his fingers into the flesh.

Feeling held steady, Kurt sat back up and fastened his rhythm.

"So good." he moaned, covering Blaine's hands with his.

It was hot in the room, bed shrieking at their movements and well, they had to christen the bed anyway - better make it good.

Kurt started to shout Blaine's name and Blaine sat up, moving up his arms to wrap around his back and crashed their chests and lips together.

"I like this position." Kurt purred against his mouth, nipping and biting down Blaine's lips.

"You're killing me here." Blaine grunted. "Fuck, Kurt." He moved his hand between them and wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock, stroking sloppily without any thought. Kurt started to clench around him, squeezing even tighter and Blaine recognized the signs that he was getting close. "So soon, baby?" he muttered amused.

"Shut up, hgn, you've been sweaty and hot the entire day, really, ah, annoying."

"It's okay." Blaine soothed, mapping out Kurt's back with his other hand. "I'm close too."

Kurt took it as a challenge, determined to make Blaine come sooner and suddenly his hip thrusting dance move from his sophomore year was put in good use. He forced Blaine down again, hands above his head and rode down with impeccable speed.

Blaine bit his lip, feeling the heat already building up in his lower abdomen and before he could even give a warning he was coming in small shudders. "Oh my - Fuck, Kurt."

"So soon, baby?" Kurt teased back and Blaine glared at him.

With a giggle Kurt let Blaine slide out of him, and settled next to him on the bed while Blaine threw away the condom. He returned to the bed, looking down the body of his still turned on boyfriend and crawled up the bed between his legs.

"What do we have here?" he said, ghosting his breath over Kurt's still hard cock.

"Shit." Kurt snapped his eyes shut. "Don't tease me, Blaine, I'm way too close."

"Well, I can certainly do something about that." And he took Kurt in his mouth, taking in as much as he could. Blaine was striving to be excellent in blowjobs, loving the feeling of Kurt's dick against his tongue and hallowed his cheeks, receiving a mewl from Kurt. He took a deep breath through his nose and sank down further, feeling him hit the back of his throat and Kurt snapped up with his eyes darkening even more at the sight.

"Jesus, Blaine." He watched Blaine ease back with practice, giving little kitten licks to the head. "Coming, c-coming, ah!" Quickly Blaine pulled back, not feeling ready to swallow yet - although that was on his list - and watched Kurt coming completely and utterly undone.

"Hmm..." Blaine hummed, resting his head against his thigh. "We should get ready for dinner and go to Central Park."

"Yeah." Kurt agreed, not making any efforts to get up in the least. "In a minute."

Blaine nodded and felt a hand tugging through his hair. He looked up, returning Kurt's smile and pushed himself up to kiss him. "You wanna go shower before we go?"

"Yes." Kurt kissed him again.

"You want to go first?"

"Don't be silly." He smiled brilliantly. "This shower is big enough for the both of us."

Blaine was already scrambling up. The shower needed to be christened too.

They arrived early at Central Park for the concert that night. It had taken some pushing and whining, but both of them didn't want a lousy spot to enjoy the music and with Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine, they watched the musicians prepare.

Kurt swayed them both side to side, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder as the field started to fill with more and more people.

"Next year you'll be up there." Kurt said into Blaine's ear.

"I don't think they'll allow first years."

He huffed. "You got to do a concert before you even were a student."

"Well," Blaine started, trying to find some kind of argument but lost horribly, "I guess."

"And if you're not, we'll still go every year until you do." He pressed a simple kiss under Blaine's ear and he could see Blaine smile even though he couldn't see his face completely.

"So this is going to be a thing?" he asked, and Kurt nodded. "Good. I like having things."

"Coffee is our thing." Kurt supplied, receiving a chuckle from Blaine.

"Coffee is everybody's thing."

"Not if you're British."

Blaine lowered his head so his chin was resting on his chest and shook it with a smile from ear to ear.

"Okay, coffee is our thing. Central Park concerts are going to be our thing. What else for our lovely future?"

"Baking." Kurt simply said and Blaine actually barked out a laugh.

"Fine, but I can only bake cookies."

"Cookies are nice." Kurt breathed into his ear, feeling him shiver at the intimacy. "I'm excellent at cakes and soufflés, so I'll bake those and you bake cookies."

"I'll bake them at least twice a year." Blaine promised. "And of course, we'll see every musical imaginable."

Kurt nodded vividly. "And one day we'll go to the West End to see a musical there. I would love to see one there. What else?"

"Concerts, not only mine but also whatever kind of band or orchestra comes." Blaine pursed his lips in thought. "Oh! And of course many, many, TV marathons."

"Of course." he said. "And... we'll sing, together, a lot. So much that we will drive Nancy nuts."

"I thought we already drove her nuts?"

"No, that's her normal self being."

They chuckled together. The field started to fill up with audience, chattering loudly in awaiting of the concert and Blaine looked down on his watch to see the time.

"Almost." he told Kurt. There was a silence, quietly waiting for the entire orchestra to take a seat and Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt over his shoulder. "Do you really see us standing here every year?"

Kurt smiled lovingly. "Yes. I think it's a good future image, don't you?"

"Every future is good as long it's with you."

 "Aw, who knew I would get such a sap for a boyfriend?"

Blaine shrugged, resting his hands on Kurt's low on his belly. "You don't mind it. Because I will remind you every day how perfectly imperfect you are."

"And I'm never saying goodbye to you."

The voice of an announcer came across the field and started to introduce the program. Blaine shuffled himself closer into Kurt's arms, squeezing his hands and Kurt marveled at him, loving how much this meant to him. To them.

September 27 2013

Somehow Kurt always forgot that it was useless to buy his boyfriend coffee when he ordered his. Not only did the medium drip turn cold before Blaine entered the coffee shop, located between Tisch and Juilliard, Blaine also had the annoying tick to already have one in his hand, a bagel in the other and his mouth filled with a bite of said bagel.

He was in luck Kurt loved the rushed morning look with his hair ruffled and light stubble. Blaine had completely embraced the student life since day one, and with student life Kurt knew Blaine meant the fulltime oversleeping because Blaine tended to do all-nighters. With that he was forced to live with a tiny amount of gel in the morning. He would only give full care to his looks on special occasions and Kurt loved both sides of him.

It wasn't a big surprise he had to greet his sleep-muzzed, still eating boyfriend that morning with a huge smile on his face upon entering.

As every morning of weekdays Blaine did the, by Kurt proclaimed, apology dance where he tried to say sorry with his hands and mouth full, using wild arm gestures and facial expressions. It was also per usual followed by Blaine chewing and swallowing his bite of bagel in record time to give Kurt a kiss.

"M'hey." was the first audible thing coming from him. He leaned over, placing his own bought coffee next to Kurt's ordered one, and pressed a light kiss on Kurt's lips. "Sorry I'm late, I popped a string and I need to show Sarah what I mean for her to play and she refuses to let me touch her violin - like I can't handle instruments." He rolled his eyes and placed his own violin on a free chair.

"Well, I remember a certain incident in a music store involving a trombone last month." Kurt grinned before sipping his coffee cup empty.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Blaine said with the straightest face he could manage while popping off the lid of the cooled coffee. Caffeine was caffeine, as he always said.

Kurt laughed out loud and Blaine's poker face broke. He knew damn well what they were talking about.

"Wind or blow instruments and me just aren't friends, I'll stick to strings." And a took a gulp of coffee.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that - I know for a fact there are things you're excellent at blowing on."

Blaine choked, coughing loudly and turned red at that statement.

"Kurt -" he whined, "don't say things like that, it's not even tonight yet."

"You're planning on blowing things then?" Kurt cocked an eyebrow.

"I most certainly am." The poker face returned. "I might even let you blow my instrument."

It was Kurt's turn to turn red. "Dammit, now I want it to be tonight." He crunched the paper cup between his fist.

"Indeed, and instead I am locked up with Sarah, not sure what's more annoying: the sound coming from her violin or from her mouth." Blaine sighed and finally hooked his foot behind Kurt's ankle like he did every morning. "But I guess I'll indulge myself with the knowledge that you're in dance rehearsals all day.

Kurt wanted to wipe the smirky little grin off his face.

"Ugh, don't remind me. Never thought I would see the day I would actually miss Ms. Shannen. At least I knew what she was saying. Unlike Mr. Maranov and his Russian accent."

"Russian accent sexy, not?" Blaine asked with a ridiculous accent combined with a low voice.

"Okay, you're ridiculous." Kurt said. "And no more James Bond films for you."

"Oh, c'mon!" Blaine opened his arms in plead. "The storylines are seriously deep and the editing is amazing -"

"So is your eternal dream of becoming a Bond girl."

"No, in my fantasies I'm the Bond and you're coming out of the sea all wet."

Kurt clacked his tongue. "I think I still prefer my version."

"Ha!" Blaine pointed in victory. "I knew you had Bond fantasies, don't think I didn't see those pictures, mister."

"It was just a joke -"

"Then tell me what color swimwear I wear in your twisted mind so I can take some accompanying pictures." Blaine raised his eyebrow awaiting.

"How are you -"

"I will."

"- a beach."

"Shower will do, tell me the color."

Kurt started to blush all the way down his neck and muttered something really fast.

"Sorry, didn't catch that." Blaine leaned in even closer with a curious smile.

"You weren't wearing any." Kurt now was furiously red and thanked God they always sat on a private spot.

Blaine's mouth rounded into a perfect ‘o' and he backed away again slowly. "Well -" he started, "that does save me money on finding swimwear." He winked while taking a sip.

Kurt let out a snort, grabbing Blaine's free hand on the table and linked their fingers.

"I love you."

Blaine smiled while drinking and lowered his cup once again. He raised their entwined hands to press a kiss on Kurt's knuckles. "I love you too."

A moment of silence followed before Blaine gathered his breakfast, strapped his violin across his shoulder and pressed a good day kiss on Kurt's waiting lips.

"Have fun with Sarah." Kurt smirked.

"You too with Stroganoff."  Blaine said and give him a slighter deeper kiss. "See you tonight." He had a weird apologizing look on his face like something was coming that he didn't tell Kurt about.

"See you." Kurt said confused and watched Blaine leave the coffee shop. He didn't start school for another two hours, so he took it slow. It was nice to have some kind of morning routine together as they only spent the weekends fully with each other. Having two locations to be, his apartment and Blaine's dorm, turned out to be excellent because Nancy and Puck were in full honeymoon phase.

He sighed, missing the presence of Blaine already and stared down at his table.

"You two are sickeningly cute together." an all familiar voice said and Kurt looked up to face Cooper with two cups of coffee in his hands. There was a smile on his face, but it seemed a bit hesitant. "Hey." he added, also hesitant.

"Hey." Kurt said with a warm smile. "What's that?" He nodded at the coffee cups. Cooper eyed them one for one and smiled a bit wider.

"A peace offer?" His entire face turned insecure and carefully he placed one of the cups next to Kurt's empty, crushed one. Kurt twitched the corner of his mouth into a grin.

"You know a peace offer is only needed when there is a war in the first place?" He took the cup and Cooper turned visibly relieved.

"It felt a bit -" He watched Kurt's every move while taking Blaine's previous seat, waiting for Kurt to send him away - but he didn't, "safer."

"You didn't have to." Kurt said. "Blaine told you where to find me?"

Cooper actually blushed. "Well, he's kind of a blurter. Don't get mad at him."

"I won't." Kurt said with a smile that made Cooper's face completely fall. He felt the change of mood and quickly sputtered out: "How are you?"

"I'm good." Cooper answered, turning his coffee cup around between his hands. "Movie is in post-production, we're starting the promotional extravaganza soon. I'm here to sign the last things to give my apartment free."

He watched Kurt nod.

"So L.A. is giving you everything you need?" Kurt asked.

"Yes. Well -" Cooper looked down to the table and back up to face Kurt eye to eye. "Almost... everything."

The quiet moment that followed was inevitable.

"But you're happy?" Kurt broke the silence.

"I'm getting there." Cooper answered truthfully. "You?"

"I think I'm there." He smiled with caution.

"Good." Cooper said. "That's good." Kurt heard him swallow loudly. "It's good that - that the two people I care most about are making each other happy."

"Cooper -"

"I really hope," Cooper continued, "I'm invited to your big Broadway debut."

"Of course -" But he wasn't listening.

"Even though I completely understand if you don't wish to have me there -"

"Cooper!" Kurt said a tad louder. Cooper jumped up, staring at him directly and kept his mouth shut. "Of course I would want you there. Same with Blaine's first concert. We both want you there. You're family." Kurt took his hand to show how sincere he was and Cooper sucked in a sharp breath. "We - we parted wrong, I know, but the thing is. I really love Blaine."

"I know." Cooper choked.

"And we want you at whatever we're going to do in the future." Kurt squeezed his hand. "You're family." he repeated again.

"O-kay." Cooper looked down at their hands, squeezing back. "And I would love the both of you at all my premieres."

"We would be honored." Kurt said. "Just get there - happiness, I mean."

Cooper gave a watery smile. "I'll try."

"Good."

Slowly Cooper untangled their hands. "I need to get going, sign those papers." He got up, also slowly. "I guess I'll see you at the New York premiere?"

"Can I wear a fabulous suit?" Kurt added his typical teasing eyebrow waggle.

"I expect nothing less." Cooper was fully up and not near ready to go, but he had to. "Be happy, Kurt." He nodded. "I want you to be." And he left without another word, leaving Kurt smiling gently into nothing.

"I am." he told his coffee cup. He took a final sip and got up to leave for school, pushing the doors open and strolled into New York - or as he preferably called it - home.

The End.