Kurt woke up early the next morning. Too early for any other day but today it was alright. It was alright because he could go get breakfast from the cafe across the street and bring Blaine breakfast in bed. It would be romantic, Kurt thought.

The air outside was crisp on this frosty morning. Kurt stood in line at the cafe and basked in the sounds of the never sleeping city. Even at this early hour cabs were rushing around, honking and wheels screeching at red lights. Most people would be frustrated but Kurt loved the sound.

“Next please.”

Kurt glanced up from where he was zoning out and realized he was next in line. “Sorry,” he apologized as he rushed up to the counter.

“No problem, its nice to see someone enjoying the city and not just trying to rush through a coffee line.”

“Mmm,”Kurt hummed in agreement. “I work at a small coffee shop back home and customers can be so bitchy when they don't get fast service.”

“Finally, someone who gets it!” the barista exclaimed. “What are you having this morning?”

“Oh, let's see. I'll take one medium drip and one nonfat mocha please. And maybe I should get crepes…”

“Ordering for someone else?”

“Yes. My boy- er- my friend.”

“Oh? Things rocky?”

“Not at all, we just met two days ago.” Kurt saw the barista's expression turn surprised. “I know, I know, it is insane.”

“No! Okay, it is a little insane. But it's really sweet. Does he like sweet or savory things?”

“I don't know.”

“Well then, you should get two, one of each type. And might I suggest that you do a chocolate one for the sweet?”

“Yes. That sounds very yummy!” Kurt smiled at his new found friendship. “Why chocolate though?”

The barista's eyes darkened slightly and she leaned in close so that only Kurt could hear. “You know, in case he is really thankful and wants to repay you. Chocolate can be sexy,” she explained with a raised eyebrow and Kurt felt himself blush bright red. The barista chuckled. “Maybe you don't want chocolate?”

“No,” Kurt's voiced cracked. “Chocolate sounds fantastic!” He replied and they shared a smile before both bursted into laughter.

“Okay, I'll put your order in. It should be up in a few minutes. Good luck,” she replied with a wink. Kurt walked over to the pick up counter and started to think about the possible uses for the chocolate. He picked up his order and walked back to the hotel. Only then did it hit him that he didn't know where Blaine's room was.

Pondering a solution to his new found problem he walked over to the reception desk. “Hi, excuse me. I was wondering if you could tell me what room my friend is staying in?”

“I'm sorry Sir, but that is not allowed.”

“Please! I just bought us breakfast so I could surprise him but he always walks me to my room first so…”

“Okay, okay, I guess I have seen you two spending time together so I can give you his room number. What's his name?”

“Blaine Anderson.”

“Oh, Mr. Anderson is staying in the suite. Top floor, only door there.”

“Thank you,” Kurt managed to squeak out. He was surprised that Blaine was staying in a no doubt expensive room when there was only him. Kurt entered the elevator when another wrinkle in his plan folded. How was he going to get into Blaine's room? As if answering his thoughts, two maids entered the elevator pushing a cleaning cart.

“Okay Belinda, this ring contains master keys to all the rooms. Do Not Lose Yours,” the first maid explained and struggle to get one key off of the ring. After a few seconds of struggling the ring came apart and the master keys flew everywhere. Kurt quickly stepped overtop one, concealing from the girls and bent down to help them gather the cards. He inconspicuously slid the one he'd hidden under his shoe into one of his boots.

“Here,” he said handing over a pile of the cards.

“Thank you sir. I am very sorry.”

“It's no problem at all,” he explained, and with that the elevator stopped on the twelfth floor and the maids scurried out. The elevator continued its climb to the top floor. Kurt exited the elevator and quietly walked to the door. Trying not to disturb the silence, he slipped the master key card into Blaine's door. The door clicked open and Kurt walked in setting the food and coffees on a table nearby, but he was soon distracted by the view in front of him. The wall on the far side of Blaine's suite was solid glass and Times Square was just on the otherside. Kurt walked to the window and his breathe was taken from him as he looked out.

He didn't hear Blaine come padding down a hallway.Blaine rounded the corner in his slippers and robe and saw someone standing in his room which he thought to be empty. He jumped backward and hit the corner of wall causing him to yelp and slump down to the floor. Kurt whirled around. “Oh Blaine! Are you okay?”

Kurt ran over to Blaine bent down without hesitating to assess Blaine's pain. “I'm okay, I just hurt my tailbone when I landed.”

“I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, I wanted to surprise you. I brought you breakfast. Chocolate crepes.” Kurt tried to explain but when he finished with chocolate crepes he remembered what the barista had said and he flushed red. It didn't help that he glanced down at Blaine's body with the thought to find Blaine's robe had fallen open he was only in a pair of boxers underneath. Kurt blushed a deeper red and moved to get up but Blaine stopped him.

“Kurt? What's wrong?” Blaine asked worried.

“N-nothing. I just, um, I just- nevermind.” Kurt stuttered.

Blaine followed Kurt's eyes which seemed to be fighting not to look at his olive toned chest. “You just what? Have you never seen someone without a shirt on before?”

“What no! Of course I have. You know, at a pool party or something. And I wasn't blushing at the sight of your beautiful body but rather at something the barista said earlier.”

“My body is beautiful huh?” Blaine asked, an amused smile crossing his face  Kurt looked adorable when he was flustered.

If it was possible, Kurt turned an even brighter shade of red. He didn't realize he let that little descriptive word slip out. “Um- I, I…”

Blaine decided to put Kurt out of his misery. Though his tailbone still hurt a bit, he sat up and leaned against the wall. He pulled Kurt quite easily into his lap kissed his rosy red cheek to shut him up. Kurt probably would've fought off sitting in Blaine's lap, after all he had been fighting a hard-on all morning and now there was nothing but three pieces of fabric separating him from Blaine, but Kurt had been crouching on his knees so when Blaine pulled him he lost his balance and fell right into the one place he didn't want to be, but in all reality wanted to be very badly.

“Its okay Kurt. I'm glad you think I have a beautiful body.”

“Why? Doesn't make you uncomfortable?”

“No. Why would it?” Blaine was genuinely confused, and he realized that self confidence issue must lie within Kurt. “Kurt, I like you. A lot. And I think you're absolutely stunning. I mean really beautiful. Does that make you uncomfortable?”

“Yes, because I'm not those things,” Kurt whispered and he hid his face in Blaine's neck so that Blaine couldn't see his face anymore.

“Oh Kurt,” Blaine said sympathetically. “But you are all those things and more. What is your definition of beauty?”

“Someone who possesses beauty is someone whom no one can take their eyes off of.”

“Okay, so what if one person finds someone to be beautiful, but another does not, are they still beautiful or not?”

“I guess they would still be beautiful to that person.”

“Okay, then Kurt, YOU are beautiful, because I think you are.”

“I'm not beautiful, I have cold grey eyes, I have incredibly pale skin, My arms are really skinny, the list goes on and on…”

“You're eyes switch from a cold grey to ocean blue to other colors when your mood changes. You're skin is smooth, beautiful, and one of a kind. You're arms are bit small but everyone can see the layer of muscle on them. Kurt, do you understand what I'm saying?”

Kurt pulled away from Blaine's neck to look him in the eyes. He wanted to be sure Blaine was telling him the truth. “Yes, thank you.” Kurt brushed his lips softly against Blaine's.

“You're most welcome. So, what are our plans for the day? Your turn to plan I think.”

“We have a tour of NYADA today don't we?”

“Yep. Not until 11 though.”

“Let's start with food. I got a savory crepe and a sweet crepe because I wasn't sure which one you'd prefer.”

“How about we share both?”

“Sounds perfect!”

The boys got up and started to split the crepes up between the two of them. They talked about potential plans for the day and odds here and there. “Why is there an extra container of just chocolate in here?” Blaine asked suddenly and Kurt's face turned the brightest red it'd ever been. “Wait a minute, earlier when you were talking about chocolate you started blushing and referred to something the barista had said....then you looked at my bare chest…” Blaine started to put the pieces together and Kurt was horribly embarrassed. “Kurt, did you ask for the extra chocolate?”

“No,” Kurt said hurriedly. “She must've stuck it in there as a joke.”

Blaine just chuckled and things went back to normal. The rest of the day went smoothly. The boys partook in flirty bantering and playful shoves as an excuse to touch the other. Blaine watched with the biggest heart eyes as Kurt fell in love with NYADA, running around the campus like a kid in a candy store. After the tour the boys went and saw a movie. Kurt really wanted to see a Broadway show but his wallet wouldn't allow it. Kurt paid for both his and Blaine's admissions to the movie as well as for popcorn and candies. They sat in the back row of the theater so if they got distracted no one would notice. And naturally, they did. Kurt was counting on it though. He was really embarrassed to initiate any intimacy in the open but for some reason a dim theater gave him all the confidence he needed.

He took Blaine to The Fault in Our Stars which he knew would be romantic and sad. He leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder during the sad parts and held his hand for the whole movie. When Hazel and Augustus finally kissed in the Anne Frank museum Kurt took a chance and raised his head to look at Blaine. Blaine felt Kurt's eyes' on him and looked down. What he found was desire and want staring back at him. Kurt closed the gap before Blaine could process and sat up without disconnecting their lips. Needless to say the rest of the movie was lost on the two boys.

After the movie they went to a late lunch/early dinner at 4. Then they walked through Central Park, hand in hand, and up and down the streets of New York. Evening grew closer and before they knew it, night was upon them. Blaine walked Kurt to his hotel room and gave him a chaste kiss goodnight.

Kurt entered his room in a dream like state. He changed into his pajamas and made a cup of tea, moving to sit out on his balcony. He nursed his warm tea in his hands which helped him fight against the cold air. He watched people down below as they took in Times Square. And in what was now tradition, his phone sounded alerting him to a new text message.

Blaine: Hey stranger

Kurt: Hey :)

Blaine: What are you doing right now?

Kurt: Sipping tea and people watching. You?

Blaine: Oh you know, thinking.

Kurt: Mmm, about?

Blaine: About what I did today. Speaking of which- what did you do today Mr. Hummel?

Kurt: I found my dream college. I am going to apply to NYADA and attend school in New York.

Blaine: But we haven't toured NYU or Juilliard yet!?

Kurt: I don't have to in order to know NYADA is perfect! What did you do today?

Blaine: I fell in love. I fell in love the way one falls asleep, slowly, and then all at once.

Kurt: Blaine…

Blaine: I know it's fast! But I am sure I love you Kurt. Don't feel like you have to say it back.

Kurt: Thank you

Blaine: Of course :)

Kurt: Goodnight Blaine.

Blaine: Goodnight Kurt.