They were currently sitting in a small cafe, looking at the pictures they had taken. Kurt was giggling at a particularly goofy picture of Blaine. "You're adorable," Kurt giggled.

"Why, thank you," Blaine grinned and they laughed together. They hadn't felt this free in a long time; free to sit in a cafe and hold hands without anyone judging them, to be affectionate towards each other in public. This was perfect for them.

"You wait here and keep our table," Blaine said, leaning back and sliding off his chair. "I'll grab us a couple of sandwiches."

"Salad in mine please, no mayo," Kurt reminded him with a grin.

"Whatever you want," Blaine beamed and headed to the counter with a bounce in his step.

He waited in line happily; he wasn't in a rush. Finally he got to the front counter and when he did, the guy behind the counter looked up and his eyes widened and his posture changed. He stood up straighter and plastered a big smile on his face.

"What can I get you?" the boy asked – his nametag informing Blaine that he was called Desmond. Blaine relayed his order with a smile. "You new to the area?" Desmond asked, glancing up at Blaine from under his eyelashes.

"Just visiting," Blaine grinned, oblivious to the other boys flirting.

"Ah, right. You know, I get off work soon," Desmond said, handing the sandwiches over, fingers brushing over Blaine's. "I could – ah – show you around if you want."

"Oh," Blaine blinked; retracting his hand quickly and rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously, finally having caught on. "That's a nice offer but I'm actually here with my fianc�."

Desmond's eyes widened and he looked over Blaine's shoulder to where Kurt was sitting – but he wasn't alone. "You mean the boy who's flirting with another guy?" Desmond asked, quirking an eyebrow. Blaine frowned and looked over his shoulder.

Kurt was still sitting at their table but there was tall, dark and handsome stranger sitting in Blaine's seat, touching Kurt's hand. Blaine eyes grew wide and Kurt pulled his hand away, though he was still smiling at the man.

Blaine turned his back and fished out some money. "Here," Blaine muttered, slapping it on the counter with an audible thwack.

"Sorry man," Desmond winced, taking the money. "My offer still stands."

"No thank you," Blaine replied, shortly. With that, he turned around and stalked out of the cafe.

He started walking, having no idea where he was going. He was so angry. How could Kurt do this to him? After everything they'd been through?

Blaine kept walking, his phone ringing over and over but he ignored it and suddenly found himself standing in front of his favourite theatre. He ducked inside and quickly hid in the seats, gazing at the stage. It has always been his dream to be on a stage like this, whether as a broad way star or a singer. He knew he shared this dream with Kurt and as much as he was mad at him, he couldn't help but wish that Kurt was here with him now.

Blaine heard the door opened and he slouched down in his seat so that he couldn't be seen. He watched as Kurt came striding in, out of breath and panting. Kurt scanned the area, taking everything in and dashed to the stage. He looked out amongst the rows of seats but found nothing. Kurt sighed and wrapped an arm around himself.

He had been sure that Blaine would be here. Whenever he was upset, Blaine retreated to his music and they were in New York…so why wasn't he here?

Kurt sighed, feeling tears welling in his eyes. He had seen Blaine storm out of the cafe, leaving him there. He knew that Blaine had seen him with that guy. It's not like Kurt wanted him there. The stranger had been hitting on him, even after he said he was engaged. As soon as Blaine had left, Kurt had tried to hurry after him, though he struggled with getting rid of his admirer. Eventually, Kurt had just gotten up and ran out the door, trying to find Blaine.

He pulled out his phone and sighed. He had already tried to ring Blaine but he wasn't answering, which was typical jealous-Blaine behaviour. Kurt pocketed the mobile, looking around the theatre desperately. He needed to express himself, so that when he finally did see Blaine they could talk about it rationally.

He pictured the music, seeing the band so clearly in his mind that it was as if they were sitting behind him, instruments poised at the ready. He opened his mouth and sucked in a breath. He already knew the perfect song. He didn't even have to think twice about it.

"So lately, been wondering,

Who will be there to take my place?

When I'm gone, you'll need love,

To light the shadows on your face,

If a great wave shall fall,

It would fall upon us all

And between the sand and stone

Could you make it on your own?"

Kurt's voice soared with the music playing in his mind; he barely noticed that the seats were empty and he was alone in the theatre – or so he thought…

"If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way up high or down low

I'll go wherever you will go"

And it was so true – he'd follow Blaine to the ends of the Earth if he had to.

"And maybe I'll work out

A way to make it back some day

To watch you, to guide you

Through the darkest of your ways

If a great wave shall fall

It would fall upon us all

Well I hope there's someone out there

Who can bring me back to you"

The tears were falling freely now. Kurt didn't even try and stop them.

"If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way up high or down low

I'll go wherever you will go

Run away with my heart

Run away with my hope

Run away with my love"

Kurt's voice dropped with the tempo of the song, barely rising above a whisper. It was soft, pleading, and it was all for Blaine.

"I know now, just quite how

My life and love might still go on

In your heart, in your mind

I'll stay with you for all of time

If I could make you mine

I'll go whatever you will go

If I could turn back time

I'll go wherever you will go

I'll go wherever you will go"

The last lines came out as a barely-there whisper, punctuated only by the soft sobs he gave. His heart was breaking and he knew that it was on his sleeve for all to see.

He didn't notice that Blaine had sat up to watch him, nor that he was now moving down the aisle with speed and quietly coming onto the stage. Kurt finally dropped his head, wiping his tears away with a shaking hand.

"You never cease to amaze me with your voice," Blaine said quietly but his words echoed around the whole theatre. Kurt froze but didn't lift his head. Blaine walked to his fianc�, standing behind him. "How did you know I would be here?"

"Because I know you, Blaine," Kurt said, voice hoarse. "When you're upset you retreat into music. I do the same. You've always wanted to come here – I have too – so I knew there was a chance that you would be here. It was either this or an antique music store." Kurt let out a deep sigh. "I know you're mad at me. But no matter how mad you get, I'm always gunna come after you."

Blaine took another step forward and laid his hands on Kurt's shoulders, relieved that he didn't flinch under his touch. "That guy –" Blaine began but Kurt cut him off.

"Wouldn't take no for answer, even when I showed him the ring," Kurt said, spinning so that he was facing Blaine. "Don't think I didn't see that server hitting on you, too."

Blaine ducked his head, all his anger vanishing and instead it was replaced with embarrassment. "I told him no, that I was engaged."

"I know what people think Blaine," Kurt sighed, "that we're only together because we've been friends for so long, that there are only a few openly gay people in Ohio that we settled for each other. But Blaine, I have never, nor will I ever settle for you. I. Love. You." Kurt punctuated each word with a jab at Blaine chest. "Why don't you understand that?" Kurt felt himself break. The tears fell and Kurt's body went limp; he fell against Blaine, punching his clenched fists against Blaine's chest wretchedly. He sobbed into Blaine's polo shirt, feeling his fianc�'s arm wrap around him tightly. "I'm so angry at you," Kurt cried, "why can't you accept that I love you? Only you."

"I love you too," Blaine whispered, pressing his cheek against the top of Kurt's head, feeling his own tears slip into his fianc�'s hair, "I'm sorry – but, Kurt, I never doubted you. It's everyone else I'm scared of. First Karofsky, now this…baby, I came so close to losing you once. I don't know how to live without you; I'm so scared, Kurt."

"Blaine," Kurt pulled his head away from Blaine's chest, looking him directly in the eyes. "Please don't doubt what we have. You have nothing to be scared of."

"Never Kurt," Blaine urged, keeping his arms tight around Kurt's waist. "I don't, Kurt. I promise I don't."

"If this is going to work," Kurt said, "we have to trust each other. I will never nor have I ever cheated on you. You're it for me, Blaine; you're the love of my life."

"And you're mine," Blaine promised, tears continuing to leave tracks on his cheeks. "I do trust you Kurt, with my life. I'm never, ever going to let you go."

"Good," Kurt said, finally allowing a smile to grace his features. He reached up and brushed the tears away from Blaine's cheek with his fingertips. "Because if you do, you'll be very sorry."

Blaine chuckled and hugged Kurt tightly, body shaking with relief. "I love you so much," Blaine mumbled against Kurt's neck.

"I love you too," Kurt smiled. "Now let's get out of here before we get in trouble."

Kurt pulled back and held out his hand. Blaine took it, linking their fingers together tightly and they headed out into the city again.

The rest of the day went smoothly for them. They went to Central Park and lay on the grass together, looking up at the clouds and pointing out shapes that they formed, well aware and even enjoying the fact that they were acting like they belonged in a clich� romance film. They grabbed more lunch because Blaine had – being the intellectual mastermind he was – left their sandwiches at the shop he had rushed out of. Kurt was leaning on Blaine's chest, their fingers entwined together.

"When we move here," Blaine said, stroking Kurt's neck, "we should make it a habit to come to the park as often as we can."

"You like it here?" Kurt asked, shifting so he could now see Blaine.

"Yeah, it's peaceful and relaxing. We could bring out work out here when we have to study for college or you could work on your fashion designs," Blaine smiled.

"My fashion designs?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Blaine beamed. "We all know that you're going to go into the fashion business and creating your own label of cutting-edge designs. It's fate, babe."

"You'll wear them on stage when you perform?" Kurt questioned, eyes hopeful.

"On stage?" Blaine asked curiously.

"Yeah, when you make it big as a performer. I need you to advertise my clothes," Kurt grinned cheekily and Blaine laughed, chest rumbling. Kurt laid his hand possessively over Blaine heart.

The afternoon was wearing on and the temperature was dropping.

"Come on, let's get back to the hotel," Blaine said, sitting up. Kurt stood and pulled Blaine to his feet. He wrapped an arm around Blaine's waist and they walked slowly, stealing kisses every now and then, unable to get used to the fact that they could here. They caught a taxi back to the hotel and went back to their room.

"Do you want to take a bath with me?" Kurt asked, smirking. Blaine grinned and Kurt led them to the bathroom. He filled the tub up with hot water and threw in some bath salts that he knew would do wonders for their skin.

They undressed each other slowly and Kurt slid in first. Blaine clambered in after him, settling between Kurt's legs and leaning against his chest. They just relaxed, Kurt humming softly in Blaine's ear, nipping at his skin occasionally and placing kisses on his back and shoulder.

"I'm sorry I got jealous," Blaine apologised for the millionth time that day.

"It's who you are," Kurt said quietly, placing a kiss behind his ear. "I know you're just trying to protect me. And when it's not really annoying, it's kind of hot."

Blaine chuckled and tipped his head back to kiss the under Kurt's jaw. "You are all kinds of hot," Blaine murmured and Kurt shivered with delight.

A loud ringing noise startled them both and Kurt groaned. "Stay here." Kurt slid out of the bath, wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbed his phone. It was Burt. Typical, he could kill the mood and he wasn't even in the same state as them. "Hey Dad," Kurt smiled.

"Hey, kiddo. Thought I'd check up on you boys, hope I'm not interrupting anything," Burt's smirk was audible; he knew perfectly well he'd interrupted something.

"Of course not, Dad. We're good," Kurt smiled, looking back to the bathroom longingly. "We explored the city and caught up with Finn."

"And he's alright?" Burt asked.

"Yes, they were writing songs for the competition," Kurt replied.

"Carol wants you to record the performance," Burt said and Kurt nodded before realizing Burt couldn't see him.

"Can do," Kurt answered, smiling. He'd totally intended to do that anyway. He heard water sloshing and Blaine came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and Kurt eyes travelled up and down his chest with a smirk. "Blaine and I are heading out to dinner soon," he told Burt, his voice reaching a painfully high pitch as Blaine stood behind him and started toying with his towel.

"OK, have fun and be safe, kid," Burt instructed.

"Bye Dad," Kurt breathed and hung up, chucking his phone onto the bed side table and pulling Blaine to the bed with a growl.