“Kuuuurrrtt!” Blaine whined. “Slow down, I’m so full I can barely move!”

Kurt turned around and walked back to where his boyfriend stood on the sidewalk. He grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind him. “Come on, lazy bones! We’ve got stuff to do.”

“Ugh, I feel like I’m going to die, but in the best possible way. That is seriously the best breakfast I’ve ever had.”

Kurt stopped dead in his tracks, turned to look at Blaine, and cocked one eyebrow up as far as it would go. “Excuse me? The crepes I made you yesterday meant nothing to you?”

Blaine quickly backtracked, grinning. “Okay, second best breakfast. But definitely the best coffee I’ve tasted in my entire life.”

“Ha, you’re not wrong there! I do like my little K-cups, but nothing compares to the coffee here. I knew you’d love Le Pain.”

Blaine stepped forward so he was directly behind Kurt, wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, and rested his chin on his shoulder. “I also really love the way you say Le Pain,” he intoned in a thick, exaggerated French accent.

Kurt grinned, but wiggled away from Blaine as he moved in for a kiss. “Not here, Blaine,” he said softly, “You know how I feel about that.” He took his hand instead, letting their arms swing gently between them as they resumed walking down the sidewalk.

“Really, Kurt? I mean, in Ohio avoiding PDA is just self-preservation, but we’re in New York! You’ve lived here for months now, you know how it is. No one would even think twice about two guys kissing on the sidewalk.”

“I know, I know,” Kurt shrugged. “I guess I’m just still getting used to it.”

“Well get used to it quickly, babe. I’m only here for two more days, and there’s only so much I can do to you with Rachel hanging around the apartment all the time,” Blaine murmured into Kurt’s ear as he snaked an arm around his hips, letting his hand just barely graze across his ass as he pulled him in close. Kurt blushed and stammered, glancing around to see if any of the passersby had noticed, and when he turned back, Blaine planted a quick kiss on his lips with a noisy smack.

“See?” he whispered with big, goofy smile. “Now come on, I want to go to Times Square, but you’ve got to lead the way!”

“Times Square?” Kurt asked as they crossed the road. “I didn’t think you were serious about that.”

“Of course I am! I didn’t get to see it last time I was here, because, well…”

“We were dealing with other things,” Kurt finished. “But we’re good now, so I thought we agreed not to talk about that?”

“Right. Why wouldn’t I be serious about wanting to see Times Square?”

“Because it may only be 10 in the morning, but it’s still New Year’s Eve, Blaine. People will already be camped out there waiting to watch the ball drop tonight.”

“So? We’ll just get as close as we can, grab a few pictures, then go window shop on 5th Avenue or something.”

Kurt sighed. “Okay, if that’s what you want, I guess that’s what we’ll do.”

“Yes! Thank you, Kurt, you’re the best boyfriend in the world.” Blaine nearly squealed, grabbing a startled Kurt in a quick hug, then leaving his arm around him as they walked. After a minute and a few more nervous glances, Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaine as well and leaned into his side as they walked the last few blocks to the heart of the city.

“See, told you it’d be packed already,” Kurt said as they weaved their way through the milling crowds.

“And I told you I didn’t care. This is the perfect spot,” he said, abruptly coming to a halt.

“Perfect spot for what?” Kurt asked.

“For this,” Blaine whispered as he took Kurt’s face in his hands and leaned forward to kiss him deeply and full on the mouth, lips parting and tongues starting to slide together.

“Blaine!” Kurt broke away with a gasp. “I know it’s New York, but we’re not exactly alone. What was that for?”

Leaving his arms draped loosely around Kurt’s neck, Blaine looked deep into his boyfriend’s eyes. “Because 2012 was kind of a rough year for us—“

“Blaine, don’t…”

“No, I’m not just talking about that, Kurt. From my eye surgery and family issues to you not getting into NYADA… well, we’ve dealt with a lot. But we made it through, and we’re stronger people because of it. And now we’re in New York together, and the year is almost over, and even though it’s not midnight yet, all I want to do is kiss my incredible boyfriend in Times Square on New Year’s Eve.”

Kurt smiled, blinking rapidly to keep the happy tears from surfacing. “Then kiss me, you handsome fool.”

They surged towards each other again, Blaine’s hands weaving into Kurt’s hair as Kurt gripped the lapels of Blaine’s jacket to pull him closer. They kissed with abandon, far too passionately and intimately for a cold mid-morning in a public place, but neither of them noticed or cared. When they finally broke apart, faces flushed and lips red, Blaine stepped away to tap a young woman on the shoulder, asking her to take pictures for them.

They posed together, laughing, hugging, and kissing, until they were sure that they’d have at least a few good photos. Blaine took his camera back and held it at arm’s length, ready to capture one last picture.

“No matter what happens this year, Kurt, I’m here for you and I will always, always love you.”

Kurt leaned forward to rest his forehead against Blaine’s. “I love you too. I've loved you from the moment we met, and nothing will ever make me stop.”
Blaine’s camera captured the moment as their lips met for one more slow, sweet, kiss.