"Hey." Kurt said, turning away from the mirror to look at where Blaine was standing. A shy smile showed on his face.

"I see you got my flowers," Blaine said entering the room and shutting the door behind him.

"They were beautiful," Kurt said smiling as he set the card down. "You got your wish."

"Yeah, I guess I did," Blaine replied, returning his smile.

They were both quiet for a moment, simply exchanging glances before Kurt spoke up. "Im sorry, for everything," he said softly.

"Why are you apologizing? I was the one who lied to you… for a really long time," Blaine said, walking closer to Kurt while still keeping his distance. "You should be the last person to feel sorry for anything."

"Yeah but-"

"No," he interrupted, finally standing close enough to hear Kurts breathing. "Im not going to let you apologize when I havent even done it myself."

"I think the song was pretty self explanatory..." Kurt practically whispered to Blaine. But Blaine still heard him clearly as he now only stood a few inches away.

"Well then, heres my second apology," he whispered back before he kissed Kurt softly on the lips. It was like a huge flood of relief exploded inside Kurt as he kissed back, a little more intensely than at first. He felt like he was finally over all of the stress that had been bottled up inside of him for the past month, and it felt amazing to say the least. It was, however, rudely interrupted when the door suddenly swung open, causing the two of them to break apart hastily.

Sabrina stood there in the doorway with a wide smile on her face as she looked at the red faced boys. "About time!"

"Brina!" he yelled as he buried his face into Kurts shoulder, clearly embarrassed. "Not the time!"

"Sorry Uncle B!" she said, grinning wickedly. "I had to."

Kurt smiled as he rolled his eyes at the blond girl. "Nice to see you again so soon. Did you miss me already? Its been a whole two minutes."

"I see youve met my niece," Blaine said, pulling his head from Kurts shoulder.

"Yes, I have. Which, by the way, I think you kind of forgot to mention. You never told me you had a niece, let alone that it was her," Kurt said with a teasing tone in his voice.

"Youve found yourself a feisty one here, B," she smirked. "I applaud you, I always thought you wouldve gone for a quiet one."

"Okay Brina, did you have a reason to be here or…"

"Oh yeah, Kurt, your friends just left. They said something about getting another ride back home so you could quote end quote get it on with your boy toy," she said. "Ill leave you two alone then, Dads here to take me to the airport. Ive got a radio interview tomorrow morning with Ryan Seacrest."

Kurt stared at her baffled, and Blaine pulled away from him for a moment to hug his niece. "See you soon, have a nice flight home, and tell Ryan and your dad I said hey."

"Will do," she said, pulling away from his hug and glancing at Kurt. "Hope Ill be seeing you again soon."

"You too," Kurt answered, smiling at the girl as she left the room and shut the door behind her as she left. Kurt turned his attention back to Blaine, who was already smiling at him again.

"When do you head back?" Kurt asked.

"Monday night. I wanted to take some time to spend time with you before I fly back to my crazies."

"Do you have anywhere to stay tonight? I think we have room for you back at my A La Celebrity Penthouse. You would fit right in," he said jokingly.

"Well actually, I have a room at that fancy hotel down the street from your penthouse. Ive been here for about three days now."

"Three days?!" Kurt was shocked. "Youve been here for three days and you havent come to talk to me until now? And how did you know where I live…?"

"Got the address from Jake, it wasnt really hard. Actually paid a little visit to Rachel last week."

"Wait, you were here last week too?! Im no expert, but isnt it like EXPENSIVE to keep flying back and forth every week?" Kurt asked, flabbergasted.

"Unfortunately, yes but at least this trip was paid for, with it being a concert and all. Besides, I think this ways way better than what it could have been three days ago," Blaine stated as Kurt smacked him playfully.

"Yeah, I guess so," he responded with a smile.

"You wanna get out of here?" Blaine asked, changing the subject.

"Where are we going to go at 9 PM?"

"I dont know, New Yorker, where to?" Blaine questioned, waggling his eyebrows and making Kurt burst into laugher.

"You are such a five year old sometimes, you know that?"

"Only when Im with you," Blaine countered, making Kurt smile in response.

"Alright, I have an idea, but you might want to put on something else. Youre kind of sweaty."

"You didnt seem to mind when I was kissing you."

Kurt blushed deeply, turning his face away from Blaine. He pushed him in the general direction of Blaines extra set of clothes and told him to change once again. Blaine happily complied, quickly undressing and changing into a Rolling Stones t-shirt and a different pair of black skinny jeans. He kept on his black converse though. When he was done, Kurt turned back to face him and shook his head as he took in Blaines outfit.

"What?" Blaine asked, looking down at his appearance.

"I am so taking you shopping. You need a new wardrobe. Ive have seen you a total of five times in person, and youve worn those same shoes and a variation of those same jeans for four out of those five times," Kurt replied with a laugh.

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with loving a pair of shoe," he countered.

"Yes, but that doesnt mean you wear them every single time you leave the house."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Not everyone can have half of Vogue at their disposal."

"I suppose thats true," Kurt hummed as he took Blaines hand and walked out of the dressing room.

"Hey what about your stuff...?" Kurt said, suddenly remembering the bags left in the room when they were halfway the hall to the back entrance of the venue.

"Ill have Trevor get that for me and bring it back to the hotel later," he answered as Kurt sent him a confused look at the new name. "Hes an… assistant of mine, he usually comes on trips with me to make sure I have everything in order. I tend to be a tad unorganized."

"But you always seem so collected," Kurt teased as they made their way out the back door where a new black car was waiting for their arrival.

"Well there was that one time I accidentally bumped into someone and ended up getting our phones switched because Im a gigantic klutz. I ended up meeting the most amazing guy ever while scrambling for all my contacts and appointments. I sound SO collected," he said with casual sarcasm, and Kurt smacked his arm playfully. Blaine smiled in reply, opening the car door for Kurt who happily got inside. Blaine slid in next to him shortly after.

"Where to?" the driver asked from the front seat, looking at the pair from the car mirror.

"What part of New York are we even in?" Kurt asked as Blaine pulled the door shut.

The driver sent him a confused look as Blaine answered, deciding not to explain how Kurt had been driven in blindfolded. "Upper East side."

Kurt nodded as he thought for a moment before saying,"1564 1st Avenue."

"Alright then," the drives nodded and pulled out of the alley to dive into the night traffic.

For the most part, ride was quiet as they sat in a comfortable silence, holding hands and looking at the city lights around them. For a Saturday night, the city wasnt as crazy as one would expect it to be. Nobody seemed to be in a horrible mood. In fact, the people seemed to be generally happy, though probably not as happy as Kurt was right now. The driver came to a stop moments later in front of Emack & Bolios, a cute ice cream parlor not too far from Kurts place. Blaine thanked the driver and got out the car, opening the door for Kurt again before stepping onto the sidewalk. From the outside, the little shop didnt seem to be all that crowded. In their cases, it was a good thing, seeing as keeping a low profile was hard when people could spot them everywhere. He doesnt think Blaine fully realized that people were more attentive to celebrities here in New York, especially ones who were high up on the pop hits chart.

"Out of all the places in New York you could have taken me, you brought me to an ice cream shop?" Blaine asked, raising one of his perfectly trimmed eyebrows at Kurt in a questioning gesture.

"Well for the record, this place has the best ice cream, and at the moment its not insanely busy. Thats good for us."

Kurt watched as Blaines expression drew a blank, clearly not understanding. "Why..?"

"Um, in case you forgot, you did just perform at your own show not too long ago in front of a few thousand people. Youre kinda up there on that list of big celebrities to look out for and you arent exactly keeping a low profile."

"But, in case youve forgotten, youre a New York celebrity too. Just this morning, a fan asked for an autograph, and your shows only had one performance!"

"God, does Mercedes tell you EVERYTHING?" Kurt asked in a voice that sounded annoyed, but clearly on the brink of a smile as well.

"Doesnt matter, and besides, you arent exactly keeping a low profile either," Blaine said, talking Kurts hand in his. "So what?"

Kurt smiled down at their hands, enjoying the warmth it brought to his entire body even though only his hand was receiving contact. "Okay."

The pair got in line to get some ice cream, chatting amongst themselves about what flavor they were going to get, and bickering over who was going to pay for the ice cream. When they finally got up to the counter to pay, Kurt finally convinced Blaine to let him pay. "You were the one who flew all the way across the country to sing me a song in front of thousands of people. The least I can do is pay for your ice cream."

Blaine huffed in defeat, watching Kurt happily hand the teen at the desk a ten dollar bill and telling her to keep the change. The two of them were just about ready to head out of the parlor when someone tapped Blaine on the shoulder.

"Hey, sorry to bother you guys, but we were wondering if we could get a picture with you two?" It was the same three girls from the show, the ones who sat in the balcony with Kurt. They all shared hopeful looks and nervous smiles.

"Of course," Blaine said, as they all smiled. The tall blond girl handed her phone to the one who appeared to be her mother before coming in to join her friends in engulfing Blaine and Kurt in a huge hug as they smiled brightly into the camera.

After a few pictures, the girls hugged them one last time before thanking them and quietly freaking out over the pictures. Blaine had a smile on his face as he and Kurt left the shop. They walked down the street to where Blaines driver was parked and waiting for their return.

"See? Were both hot shots here," he said, nudging Kurts arm slightly with his elbow as his other hand reached out for Kurts. He happily took it, swinging it in the air for a brief moment.

"Where to now, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt asked, glancing over at Blaine expectantly.

"Anywhere, as long as its with you."

"Blaine...?"

He thought he heard someone call his name, but whatever he had heard was quiet and quickly ignored.

"Blaine."

The same voice called out, once again catching his attention but ultimately continuing to be ignored.

A moment later, a pillow whacked him in the back of the head, jolting him out of what ever sleepy state he had been in. "BLAINE!"

He opened his eyes to see Kurt standing next to the bed with an annoyed look on his face. Blaine had lent him some clothes last night, but it looked like he had redressed into what he had been wearing before.

"Good morning to you too...?"

"You know you could literally sleep through ANYTHING? You didnt react in the slightest when Trevor just about busted down your door this morning. I had to let him in to drop off your stuff, but I will say, he didnt seem too surprised to see me standing there."

"Uh..."

"And OH, Max called. I didnt want to answer cause that would be weird-"

"Kurt?"

"And btw, the coffee here sucks, we totally need to-"

"KURT!"

Kurt stopped talking abruptly, looking confused. "What?"

Blaine looked around the dark room in confusion. "Why- what time is it?"

"6 AM." Kurt stated, "Why?"

"Why? Because I was sleeping very peacefully next to -or at least I thought I was sleeping next to- a pretty hot guy," Blaine complained with an annoyed look on his face.

"Well, the hot guy hasnt gone anywhere," Kurt said, leaning down to kiss Blaine on the forehead. He took the opportunity to grab Blaines hand and drag him onto the floor, earning him a groan from the victim.

"Again, whyyyyy!?" he whined, taking the hand that was offered to him as he stood up.

"Well first, payback for when Rachel literally dragged me out of my bed yesterday morning on your orders apparently."

"Hey, for the record, I only told her to keep you busy all day and to get you to the concert! I had nothing to do with the unorthodox wakeup call," Blaine grumbled as he rubbed his head where it hit the floor.

"Mhm," Kurt hummed in reply, "And second, I wanted to repay you. You showed me your home, so now I want to show you mine."

"But were both from Ohio..."

"Beside the point!" Kurt said, earning an eye roll and a smile from Blaine. "LA and New York are like our homes away from home after all. But first things first, we need to get back to my house asap."

"Why, you look fine…?"

"Blaine, Im wearing the same thing I wore last night. Sure I didnt sleep in it, but theres a photo of me in this outfit from last night thats probably floating out there on Twitter and I REFUSE to let anyone see me in the same outfit twice in one weekend."

"Um, okay then…" he said, raising an eyebrow but nevertheless accepting the response. "Lead the way."

Within twenty minutes, Blaine was dressed to Kurts liking ("Seriously, we are SO buying you some new stuff.") and heading out of the hotel. Out front, there was a car waiting for them that had apparently been called earlier that morning. The ride wasnt too long, seeing as it was only a few blocks from Kurts apartment. By the time they were pulling up to Kurts apartment building, Blaine was beginning to wake up despite the lack of coffee. The two of them exited the car, shut the door behind them, and walked up to the front of the building. The doorman opened the heavy glass doors as they approached go let them inside. As they walked through the doorway, they were greeted by Rick, who was behind the desk and smiling at the two boys.

"Good morning, you two."

"Morning Rick, hows the family?" Blaine answered.

"Great, Mr. Anderson, they all say hello!" Rick replied, happy to see Blaine remembered.

"Send my hellos as well."

"Will do."

The two slipped into the elevator, greeting Albert as he pushed the top floor button and turned the special key. The doors slid shut and the elevator started to rise, slowly making its way to the top floor. Kurt just rolled his eyes as Blaine simply smiled at him.

"Does everyone in my life have to love you?!"

"Hey, I cant help it!" he sang back, earning a elbow to the ribcage.

The elevator rose to the top level with a ding, and the doors opened to the oddly silent penthouse. Kurt pressed a finger to his lips to tell Blaine to be quiet, and he nodded in response. The two creeped into the foyer, making sure not to make any sounds. Kurt hoped everyone was either asleep or gone from the house. He wanted to try and make a clean getaway, at least until his show later tonight. He rounded the corner, checking to see if the coast was clear before motioning for Blaine to follow. When he reached his door at the end of the hall, he opened it as quietly as he could, beckoning Blaine into the room before shutting it as quietly as possible. He let out a sigh, knowing they were safe for now.

"Whats with the whole James Bond act?" Blaine asked, clearly amused at the skittish way Kurt was acting.

"Id rather not have the girls catcalling me all day. I already had to hear it enough back when we were just friends, but now if they get ahold of us before the days even started, well never get a free moment alone," Kurt answered as he entered his walk-in closet to find something to wear. As he sifted through the shirts and pants to find something that matched, Blaine moved into the closet to take a good look around. He was still standing near the doorway when Kurt finally found something acceptable and nearly ran into him on the way out.

"You know, I was kidding when I said you had half of Vogue in your closet, but Im starting to think otherwise…" Blaine said, glancing around the almost room sized closet.

"Well, thats what happens when you intern at Vogue and end up becoming good friends with your boss," Kurt replied, turning Blaine around to face out of the closet. He gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before saying, "Now if you dont mind, make yourself busy while I change."

Blaine was suddenly pushed out the closet with a door closing in his face as quietly as possible, leaving him alone in the room. Knowing Kurt, it might take a while before he was styled to perfection so he glanced around the room in search of some entertainment. His line of vision was met with a cork board of pictures hanging beside Kurts bed. He approached it, looking at one of the many photos that was thumb tacked onto the board. It was a group shot of what he assumed to be the New Directions, seeing the girls and a young looking Kurt were visibly smiling from the front row. They were holding a sectionals trophy with proud looks of achievement on their faces. He lifted up the back to see a date and the words first sectionals win 2009 written obviously in Kurt handwriting. He turned it back over and smiled at the young Kurt who had a gleam of pride in his eyes.

"I see youve found my memory wall."

Blaine turned his head to glance at Kurt who had emerged from the closet fully dressed. He smiled as he stood behind Blaine and looked down at the photo in Blaines hand. "I remember that day. I think it was when we had to compete against he glee clubs from Haverbrookss School for the Deaf and Jane Addams Academy. They stole our set list, but we still won."

"Wow, thats pretty amazing... hows your memory so good? I can barely remember what happened in the past two days," Blaine said, earning an raised eyebrow from Kurt. "Well, normally. I remember THESE past few days pretty vividly."

"Youd better," Kurt just about whispered in Blaines ear as he grabbed his hand. "Cmon, weve already lost time from you sleeping like a log and were behind schedule."

Blaine just rolled his eyes as he let Kurt drag him out of the room as quietly as possible. The two of them retraced their steps back down the hall and passed the still quiet rooms of Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana before entering the foyer. It seemed that they were still in the clear, until-

"Morning boys! Had a good night?"

The two of them practically jumped out of their skins as they whipped around to face the direction the voice. Santana stood leaning against the wall, still clad in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. She looked a little sleepy as she held a coffee cup in her hands. Clearly she had just gotten up a little before their arrival.

"God, seriously? How did you know we were here?" Kurt asked, rubbing his temples in frustration.

"I had Rick call me when you came up. I couldnt miss my last chance to see the Hobbit with Lady Hummel," Santana said as innocently as Santana could sound.

Kurt rolled his eyes and groaned, tightening his grip on Blaines hand and pulling him towards the elevator. "Well talk later Tana, but right now, we have other things we plan on getting done today. Alone."

They entered the elevator, stepping inside next to Albert. They were silent as they waited for for what they knew was coming. Sure enough, before the heavy elevator doors closed, they heard the word "Wanky" ring throughout the penthouse, exactly as predicted.

From the moment the two boys set foot outside complex, they never stopped moving. Kurt clearly already had everything planned out in his head, since he never hesitated once when deciding which way to turn down what street or which way was the fastest to get to get to their destination. Blaine figured that maybe it was a New Yorker thing. Or maybe it was just a Kurt thing. Nevertheless, their day started out with cups of coffee from a local coffee shop, where people surprisingly kept to themselves and didnt bother them. As awake as Blaine was already starting to feel without the coffee, it didnt hurt to have the dark brown liquid give an extra kick to his energy. It later proved to be something he desperately needed if he was going to be still breathing by the time he had to be back in LA.

The day was one big blur. Kurt dragged Blaine all over New York and showed him all of the major tourist sites they could get to without being bombarded with crowds of people, who may or may not have bothered them if they were spotted. Some how they were able to visit Rockefeller Center, Times Square, the Empire State Building, Madison Square Garden, Chinatown, and a bunch of other places before the day was over. Blaine honestly lost count of how many taxis they initially called up throughout the day (Kurt insisted that they took taxis because it was the authentic way of really seeing New York). As promised, Blaine ended up leaving four stores with shopping bags full of clothes, which didnt surprise him the least. They ended up having to send the bags in a car back to the hotel where Trevor would take care of them. One of their last stops of the day was Central Park, which was crowded as expected, but had amazing weather that made it well worth it. Throughout the day, the two of them practically never stopped talking, jumping from topic to topic with ease despite the last three weeks of separation. It felt… right. Like it wasnt forced.

The two of them only stopped talking when they realized that the sun was starting to set across the park, the sky burning with a soft orange tint. The two were currently standing on the top of Belvedere Castle as they watched the sun set above the trees that were surrounding them. Many people around them seemed to be doing the same, though others casually threw glances of recognition at them every once in a while as they passed. It was oddly calming, even though they were in a huge crowd of people. Blaine thought it was a nice change of pace. It could get pretty hectic sometimes back in LA, and, well, everywhere else, considering his job.

"Hey," Blaine said, gently nudging Kurts attention away from the watercolor sky. "Make a memory with me?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow in confusion, but then smiled and nodded in response as he watched Blaine pull out his phone and turn the camera on the two of them. The two of them looked into the lens, smiling and making funny faces as they snapped a series of photos. After twenty or so shots, Blaine lowered the camera for them to get a peak at the pictures. They both smiled as they stopped on a particularly cute one where Blaine was kissing Kurt on the cheek, who had an unmistakeable blush on his face. Blaine threw a glance in Kurts direction.

"You wanna see something insane?"

Once again, Kurt raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Blaine pulled up Twitter, waiting for it to load before composing a new tweet with the picture. So happy to be spending my first night out on the town with KurtHummel. I really missed him. And with the click of a button, it was sent out for the world and his two million followers to see. Kurt wasnt quite sure what the insane part was supposed to be. He had seen Blaines Twitter before, back when they were fighting (because he guiltily had to take a peak at what Blaine had been up to during those three weeks) and he knew about his massive fanbase, so that wouldnt have been incredibly shocking.

"What am I supposed to-."

"Youll see."

And a moment later, he understood completely. Blaines phone practically exploded with notifications, retweets, favorites, and mentions blowing up his timeline. Kurt couldnt contain a giggle. "Wow, quite the popular guy, Mr. Anderson."

"I could say the same about you, Mr. Hummel. Youre not exactly living in the shadows, you know. Youre right up there with me," Blaine replied as he took his hand and made Kurt smile.

"I guess youre right," he responded, looking up at Blaine. A smile shined on his face for a moment before it became a mischievous grin.

"What?" Blaine asked after a minute.

"Do you wanna see something insane?" Kurt asked, now making Blaine curious. He nodded and the evil glint in Kurts eye returned, leaving Blaine wondering what he was thinking. Kurt turned his head in the direction of a man standing behind them, giving him a small nod before pulling out a whistle and blowing it. Blaine turned his attention back to Kurt who had began to sing.

We should get jerseys

Cause we make a good team

But yours would look better than mine, cause youre out of my league

And I know that its so cliche

To tell you that everyday

I spend with you is the new best day of my life

And everyone watching us

Just turns away with disgust

This jealously, they can see

That weve got it going on!

Music rang out as Kurt grabbed his hands, twirling and pulling him around the castle, running amongst the people who had begun watching the boy sing his heart out.

Im racking my brain for a new improved way

To let you know, youre more to me than what I know how to say

Youre okay with the way this is going to be

Cause this is going to be the best thing weve ever seen

If anyone could make me a better person, you could

All I gotta say is I must have done something good

You came along one day and you rearranged my life

All I gotta say is I must have done something right

I must have done something right

The music played on its own for a few beats as Kurt continued to lead Blaine through his cheesy little dance.

And maybe Im just lucky cause its hard to believe

Believe that somebody like youd end up with someone like me

Blaine was pulled down into the center of the castle as Kurt sang circles around him, hugging him from behind as he continued to sing.

And I know that its so cliche

To talk about you this way

But Ill push all my inhibitions aside

Its so very obvious

To everyone watching us

That we have got something real good going on

At this point, everyone was gathered around and watching the scene unfold in front of them. Blaine, who was probably as red as a tomato from all of it, smiled at the boy in front of him as the song began to draw to a close.

If anyone could make me a better person, you could

All I gotta say is I must have done something good

You came along one day and you rearranged my life

All I gotta say is I must have done something right

Kurt made a step forward towards him.

I must have done something right

A step closer.

I must have done something right

A step closer.

I must have done something right

He practically breathed the last word as he flung himself onto Blaine for a hug. The other man caught him quickly, holding him tight as the crowd cheered around them. Blaine buried his face into Kurts shoulder, trying with all of his might not to loose it in front of the strangers who were no doubt fans of some sort. When he pulled away, Kurt was smiling at him with a hand on the back of his neck. "There, an amazing ending to an amazing weekend."

Blaine just smiled in return. "New York, New York. One hell of a name for one hell of a town."