As Kurt stepped out of the train station and into New York for the first time, Santana by his side, he was ecstatic. It didn’t matter that he didn’t make it into NYADA anymore; it turned out that Blaine (with a little help from his mother) had somehow managed to land him an internship at Vogue, where he would start in the fall while he could send applications into various schools for the next school year. It didn’t matter that his and Santana’s apartment was about the size of his old living room with two bedrooms that could barely fit a double bed and a dresser and that they would be sharing a bathroom. He was in New York and that was all that really mattered at this point.