New Directions rolled their suitcases out of Newark airport to be greeted with the most beautiful sight many of them had ever seen. New York. The expressions on the faces of the club were all the same; complete astonishment. Mr Schue looked at their faces and smiled. He remembered the first time he'd come here; he'd been so scared, yet so excited to be in the city that never sleeps. Kurt was staring in shock at the beautiful city. He felt Blaine's fingers intertwine with his own, and smiled. He had 5 days to spend here with his boyfriend, and was going to make the most of every minute.

The club piled onto the bus, chattering with excitement, filling the atmosphere with joy and exhilaration. Kurt spent the entire ride to Times Square pressed to the window, taking in every single sight he saw. As soon as they drove into Time Square, Kurt squealed with delight. Huge billboards advertising multiple Broadway shows hung from every building, bright lights illuminated commercials for soft drinks and delicious food, and there was so many people, if you stopped for just a minute you would be engulfed by the crowd.

The bus pulled up outside the Marriott far too soon. The club piled into the lobby of the hotel; dropping their bags once they saw the beautiful architecture. It was much like the rest of New York, with classy furnishings and marble flooring. As Mr Schue passed out room cards, Kurt and Blaine were lucky to find they were rooming together. Finn however, was not so lucky; Karofsky was his roommate for the next 5 days. The boys had always hated each other, even before Kurt became his brother.

Kurt and Blaine headed up to their room, and were shocked to find how spacious it was. There was 2 large twin beds, a considerable sized closet (which Kurt commandeered on arrival), and a small en suite. How was Mr Schue affording all this? He had to pay for 7 of these rooms! Kurt turned to his boyfriend, smiling widely.

"So which bed do you want? I know you normally prefer the one by the window, and I don't mind if you have it, as long as the closet is all mine."

Blaine winked at his boyfriend.

"Who says we'll need two beds?"

Kurt laughed, and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's mouth. Blaine deepened the kiss, and pulled his boyfriend onto the nearest bed. Both boys were so engrossed in the kiss that neither heard the knock on the door, or the soft creak as it opened. They did, however, notice the scream emitted by the boy in the doorway.

"RACHEL THEY'RE MAKING OUT AGAIN!"

The boys sprung apart in surprise, attempting to smooth down their hair and wrinkled clothing. Finn coughed awkwardly as he stood there.

"Umm... Mr Schue wanted me to say... You have the evening to yourselves, to... um... Do whatever you want. So I'll see you later." And he was gone in a flash of checkered cotton and denim.

The boys turned to each other and burst into hysterical laughter.

"Why does someone always walk in on us?"

Blaine shrugged his shoulders, and opened the suitcase at the foot of the bed. His boyfriend looked extremely confused.

"What are you doing?"

Blaine turned to his boyfriend, grinning.

"I may have pulled a few strings, and organised a special date for you."

Kurt looked at his boyfriend in surprise.

"Where are we going?"

Blaine mimed locking his lips. Kurt rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's immaturity.

"Wear the nicest outfit you brought."

Kurt clapped his hands together in excitement, and grabbed his clothes. He headed to the bathroom, shouting "There's no way you're seeing me before I'm ready, Anderson!"

Blaine chuckled to himself, and pulled out a fresh pair of jeans. He normally didn't like people to know about his parents' wealth, but in this case, he was happy to use their special ties. He was determined to make it the best date ever.

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Kurt spent practically the entire cab ride glued to the window. If he had thought Ohio was big, New York was gargantuan. Blaine had flat-out refused to tell him where they were going, and Kurt had eventually given in. They soon pulled up outside none other than Radio City Music Hall. Kurt spun round to look at his boyfriend, who was grinning victoriously. He tried to string a sentence together, somewhat unsuccessfully.

"Whaaa...Ra-ad.. Huh?"

Blaine laughed, passing the cab driver a handful of notes. Clutching Kurt's hand tightly, he pulled the countertenor from the car towards the sparkling building. Kurt raised an eyebrow as Blaine pulled out a key, unlocking the door and swinging it open. Kurt stepped inside, and gasped. Gold and red carpet covered the floor, the doors were panelled with gold plates and the walls were covered with soft red velvet. He didn't even have time to take it all in, because Blaine was pulling him towards the theatre doors. Kurt gasped at the spectacular sight in front of him. It was incredible; thousands of soft seats, hundreds of bright lights ablaze, centred on a small rug and picnic basket situated on the stage. Kurt was gobsmacked. How on earth did he organise all of this? We're in freaking Radio Cit…

His thoughts were cut off as Blaine hoisted him off the ground, carrying him bridle style. Kurt shrieked, giggling as Blaine lifted him onto the stage, placing him gently on the rug. Blaine situated himself opposite his boyfriend, and began to take food out of the basket. Kurt looked at his boyfriend for an explanation, but he didn't seem to understand the look of bewilderment on Kurt's face.

"So… Why are we here? I mean, I love going on dates with you, but you've gone to so much trouble! How did you even do this?"

Blaine grinned, before explaining himself.

"The guy who co-owns this place, Jerry Speyer, is the Chairman at the Museum of Modern Art. He knows my mom quite well; I mean she used to be a huge supporter of Modern Art. Anyway, I've met him a few times, and we got really well, he's a nice guy. I asked him if I could borrow this place for a few hours, and he agreed. He's a supporter of gay rights too."

Kurt was speechless. Blaine had gone to so much trouble for him. Before he could even tell his boyfriend how much he loves him, Blaine was heading to one of the wings. He returned a few moments later clutching a guitar. Before Kurt could even squeal with delight, he began to play, softly plucking the strings.

I've been alone

Surrounded by darkness

I've seen how heartless

The world can be

I've seen you crying

You felt like it's hopeless

I'll always do my best

To make you see

Baby, you're not alone

Cause you're here with me

And nothing's ever gonna bring us down

Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you

And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through

Kurt gasped inwardly. Blaine has written this song, for me. Me! Oh My Gaga.

Now I know it ain't easy

But it ain't hard trying

Every time I see you smiling

And I feel you so close to me

And you tell me

Baby, you're not alone

Cause you're here with me

And nothing's ever gonna bring us down

Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you

And you know it's true

It don't matter what'll come to be

Our love is all we need to make it through

Kurt felt a tear roll down his cheek. He couldn't believe someone could ever love him enough to write a song for him.

I still have trouble

I trip and stumble

Trying to make sense of things sometimes

I look for reasons

But I don't need 'em

All I need is to look in your eyes

And I realize

Baby I'm not alone

Cause you're here with me

And nothing's ever gonna take us down

Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you

And you know it's true

It don't matter what'll come to be

Our love is all we need to make it through

Cause you're here with me

And nothing's ever gonna bring us down

Cause nothing, nothing, nothing can keep me from lovin' you

And you know it's true

It don't matter what'll come to be

You know our love is all we need

Our love is all we need to make it through

Kurt couldn't control the warm tears falling down his face. He leant forward and kissed Blaine gently. He went to deepen the kiss, but found that Blaine had already pulled away. He raised an eyebrow at Blaine, unaware of what he was about to do.

Blaine reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Kurt gasped theatrically.

"Are you proposing? Because I don't think my dad would approve."

Blaine opened the box, and there sat a silver ring. It was plain, simple and classic. Kurt looked shocked.

"Ok, I was joking, seriously. You don't have to propose to me."

Blaine chuckled.

"It's a promise ring. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else. When I picture my future, I see kids, and a little cottage, and my husband and I walking hand in hand through our garden. And my husband has your gorgeous face, and your flawless skin, and your soulful eyes. And even though I know I can't marry you now, I want to some day. And this ring is me, promising you, that I love you more than anything else in the entire world."

Blaine slid the ring onto Kurt's ring finger; it fit perfectly, like it belonged there. He lifted up Kurt's hand, kissing the ring softly. Kurt's eyes were swimming with tears.

"You are the cutest boyfriend ever. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

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Rehearsals were long and hard in the days coming up to Nationals. Mr Schue had them rehearsing up to 6 hours a day; at the end, the students were too exhausted to do anything but collapse onto the bed and sleep. Kurt had, obviously, managed to make time to go to 5th Avenue; there's no way he was going to New York and not going shopping.

The day before Nationals, Mr Schue was trying to teach the club choreography that even Rachel struggled with. Finn was having serious difficulty trying to put the steps into practice without falling over his own feet. Santana was stood in front of Finn, and had narrowly avoided being injured 4 times now. On the fifth time she wasn't so lucky.

Whilst trying to spin round, Finn tripped over his other foot, and went flailing into Santana. The Latino cheerleader went flying off the stage into the red plush seats in front of her, jamming her foot in the gap between the chairs. She screamed in agony as it twisted awkwardly in the gap. Finn blanched, and seemed rooted to the spot. Mr Schue ran forward, pulling Santana's ankle out from the seat. Finn hovered over the pair, looking incredibly guilty.

"I'm so so sorry Santana, I didn't mean to, I didn't realize my dancing could actually hurt someone, please don't castrate me."

Mr Schue gave the taller boy a strange look, before turning his attention back to the former cheerleader. He grabbed a first aid box from his nearby bag (he knew what Finn's dancing was like), and began to bandage Santana's ankle. He was at a loss when he found that someone had stolen his scissors; his main suspect was Puck. He looked around helplessly at the club.

"Has anyone got an scissors?"

Karofsky stepped forward.

"I've got a penknife? I always carry it round with me for emergencies."

Mr Schue shot him an appreciative smile, and took the knife. Puck scoffed at the former bully.

"When did you join the Boy Scouts?"

Karofsky flipped his middle finger up at Puck, who consequently shut up. Mr Schue looked at the club, before realizing that the girl needed to rest.

"I guess we have to stop rehearsal now. Santana needs to rest, so you guys can have a night off. You can go out, as long as you're back by 10. See you later."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him out of the theatre, followed by the rest of the club. They were just getting into a cab when Kurt felt a small hand grab his wrist and wrench him out the cab.

"RACHEL! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?"

Rachel looked at Kurt with a determined expression.

"We are going star spotting. And I'm not taking no for an answer."

Kurt rolled his eyes, but was pulled down the street by Rachel. Blaine waved at his boyfriend, and got into a cab with Finn.

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An hour had gone by, and they still hadn't seen a single star. Kurt began to complain.

"Rach, we are never going to find anyone! Let's just give up."

He began to walk in the opposite direction when Rachel grabbed his arm.

"No. We haven't even seen Idina yet! I need to see Idina!"

"But these boots weren't made for walking in!"

Rachel dragged him onto West 51st Street, and soon he was face to face with the Gershwin Theatre. He raised an eyebrow at the small girl.

"We are not going to break in to the Gershwin Theatre."

Rachel rolled her eyes at the countertenor.

"Of course not! We are going to wait by the stage door. Duh."

Before he knew what he was doing, Rachel was dragging him around the side of the theatre. They were running at such a high speed that they didn't see the small woman before she was on the ground in front of them. Kurt felt very guilty; he'd been on the receiving end of a Rachel Berry bump, and they are very painful. He bent down to help the poor woman up, but immediately recoiled when he saw who it was.

"Kr-ristin Chenoweth?"

The woman in question was still sat on the floor. Kurt blushed, and helped the small woman to her feet. For once in her life, Rachel was speechless. Kristin looked between the two students, grinning.

"I'm guessing you two are Broadway fans? Aspiring to be on the stage yourselves?"

They both nodded vigorously.

"Well, my advice is to never give up. Someone gave me that advice when I was your age, and I'm so glad I took it. I'll remember you two."

She winked, and walked past the kids, who stayed glued to the spot. Rachel was the first one to speak.

"We just met Kristin Chenoweth."

Kurt nodded, still shocked. Looking at his phone, he realized it was almost 9:30. He grabbed Rachel's hand.

"We need to go, Rach. We have Nationals tomorrow."

The small girl nodded, and the two headed towards the subway, arm in arm. They both needed their beauty sleep for the competition tomorrow; it was going to be the most important day of their lives.