"I can't believe we leave for New York in a week!" Kurt exclaimed as he sat down across from Blaine in the Lima Bean. "I mean, I'm excited about Nationals, of course, but New York!"

Blaine chuckled. "The Big Apple isn't going to know what hit it."

Kurt picked at his muffin, feeling suddenly inexplicably nervous. "I wanna live there someday."

He looked up at Blaine, not knowing quite what to expect. His boyfriend's brow was furrowed in a look almost like confusion, but there was a smile on his lips. "You do?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah. I want to start looking at schools in the city. I just have to get out of Lima, out of Ohio." He shrugged, popping a bit of muffin in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "But it's more than that. I-" he hesitated. Blaine would probably laugh at him, the idea was ridiculous.

Blaine reached out and took his hand. "Go on," he urged.

"I want to be on Broadway."

To his relief, Blaine's face broke out into a wide grin. "Broadway, huh," he mumbled, squeezing Kurt's hand. "I can see it already. Your name up in lights, your face plastered on every billboard. And a city full of hot guys trying to get in your pants."

Kurt sputtered, choking a bit on the little bit of coffee he had been sipping while Blaine talked. Thank goodness none of it got on his clothes. "What?" he asked, already feeling a blush creep onto his face. The idea of anyone interested in him sexually...he just wasn't ready for that.

Blaine shrugged. "Trying, Kurt. I never said you'd let any of them."

Kurt frowned. "Is that your not-so-subtle way of calling me a prude?"

His boyfriend shook his head. "No, it's my apparently too subtle way of saying that I hope we'll still be together."

His heart started pounding excitedly, as if it wanted to leapt right out of his chest. "Really?"

"Yeah," Blaine nodded, taking a sip of coffee. "I've always wanted to live in New York too."

"But that's a long way off," Kurt said worriedly. "You're only going to be a Junior. If I go after I graduate-"

"We'll figure things out. And then when I get out of high school we'll both go. Maybe we could get an apartment together there or something."

Kurt smirked. "So we'd be roommates, then."

"I would like to think we'll be a little more than that."

"Naturally." Kurt looked at him seriously. "Are you really sure about this? I mean, we've only really been together, what, two months? That's like ancient in the world of teenage relationships."

"I'm sure," Blaine assured him. "I like to plan for the future. And I see my future with you in it."

Another blush crept onto Kurt's face, this time for much better reasons. "What, you have a crystal ball or something?" he snarked, trying to distract himself from crying at just how sweet it all was, how happy Blaine's words made him feel.

Blaine winked at him and Kurt felt like he was going to melt. God, he was like putty in Blaine's hands. "Something like that."

"Well, you're not the only one who can see the future, you know," he retorted.

His boyfriend leaned back arms crossed. "Oh really, now."

"Oh yes. My crystal ball says that very, very soon we will go somewhere where we can do a little more than just hold hands."

One of Blaine's adorably triangular eyebrows lifted as he grinned. "How soon?"

"Oh, about as soon as we finish our coffee."

Blaine picked up his cup and drained it. "There, done."

Kurt laughed. "A little eager, now, are we?"

Blaine tried his best to look innocent. "Who am I to mock what the Fates have so sagely divined?"

Chuckling, Kurt finished up the last of his mid-afternoon pick-me-up. "Come on, Trelawny, let's go. We've got a prophecy to fulfil."