A/N: For any Need for Speed followers interested, I am writing a sequel which should come out next year, but if you haven't found them already, I have a new story call Need for Speed Drabbles which is a collection of one-shots and shorts that will fill in the spaces between this story and the next. Take a peek :) But here's a sneak preview of what we'll see in the sequel, Need for Speed: New York.

"I wish we could get a bigger place," Nick complained, taking his coffee and muffin from the barista. He followed Kurt to an empty table in the corner by the window where they could watch the rain pound the pavement, cleaning away the early morning grime from the glass. "Then Jeff could dance at home. We need more space to move around, you know."

Kurt looked at his friend and raised his eyebrows.

"More room to move?" Kurt said, opening the lid to his coffee and taking a deep breath in, sighing in contentment. "You mean, you guys ran out of places to have sex, right?"

Nick gave Kurt a pointed look as he glanced around the room nervously.

"No, but we're spending all of our time at the dance studio at NYADA." Nick shrugged. "I have to admit that it's nice though. I get to watch Jeff practice, it's quiet, and George the janitor has been helping me with my homework."

Kurt unfolding his paper, snapped his head up to look at Nick.

"Your law homework?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah," Nick said smiling. "Did you know he majored in criminal law and bio engineering before deciding to become a janitor at NYADA? He says it's like going to the Met everyday for free, so the decision was easy."

Kurt giggled, looking back down at the ads. Nick glanced out the window again.

"I don't know, though. I just think...maybe Jeff's getting a little tired of having me hang around all the time, you know? With him at school? It would be nice to just...stay in."

"Why do you think Jeff's getting tired of you?" Kurt said as delicately as he could through a mouth full of muffin. "From what we hear through the walls, you guys don't ever get tired."

Nick blushed.

"And," Kurt continued, "do you know how embarrassing it is to walk to school every day with Jeff and his incredible hard-on? Seriously, Nick. It's like every morning."

"Well going to school with your boyfriend isn't much better," Nick argued.

Kurt looked up momentarily.

"Touche."

Kurt glanced down at the listings in the paper and stumbled on one that looked interesting.

"Nick, when are you due in court?"

"Not until this afternoon." Nick tried to look at the ad Kurt was reading. "Why?"

Kurt pulled out his phone and started dialing a number.

"What are your feelings on Bushwick?"