Graduation Gift Gone Wrong

Author's Notes: This is set toward the end of Season 3. In this story, Nationals is once again held in New York City, instead of Chicago.

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Chapter 1

"All right, everyone, that was a great rehearsal," Will Schuester said. "Now, I'm going to let you guys explore the city a little."

Excitement radiated throughout the room and soft conversations began a they tried to come up with plans.

"There are a few rules," Will said over the conversations that stopped.

"Rules?" Noah "Puck" Puckerman asked.

"Yes," Will said. "First off, no one goes off alone. This is a big city and there is safety in numbers. Also, everyone needs to be back at the hotel by 10:30 p.m. I will do room checks and if you're not back on time, you will have detention until the end of the school year." He looked around catching the eyes of each member. "Are we clear?"

Everyone nodded.

"Then go have fun."

As everyone started gathering their belongings, Blaine Anderson hurried over to their director.

"Mr. Schue?"

"Yeah, Blaine?"

"Is there any way Kurt and I can get an extension on tonight's curfew?"

"Can I ask why?" Will pressed.

Blaine glanced over his shoulder and saw Kurt was deep in discussion with Rachel Berry and Mercedes Jones. He looked back at Will.

"I have an early graduation present for Kurt," Blaine explained. "When I knew we were coming for nationals, I made dinner reservations for Kurt and myself and I got tickets to his favorite Broadway show. It doesn't start until eight and with intermission, it won't get out until curfew. We'd never make it back."

Will looked at him carefully. "If I say yes, will you come back right after the show?"

"Of course," Blaine said. "We'll come right to your room so you know we're safe."

Will looked over at Kurt and then back at Blaine. He let out a breath. "Stay together no matter what and be careful."

"We will," Blaine said with a smile. "Thank you."

Will nodded.

Blaine turned and headed for Kurt. As he reached them, Blaine heard Rachel say, "You are more than welcome to go shopping with us, Kurt."

"Unfortunately, we already have plans," Blaine said. Kurt looked at him confused. "Have fun and we will see you later."

Blaine took hold of Kurt's hand and pulled him away.

"What plans?" Kurt asked as Blaine grabbed his bag.

"You did bring a suit like I suggested, right?" Blaine asked in return.

"It's hanging in the closet at the hotel," Kurt said as they left the practice room.

"Good," Blaine said. "Because we have dinner reservations."

"Did I miss an important date?" Kurt asked.

"Nope," Blaine said. "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

Kurt smiled. "That's so sweet."

"Then let's go get ready to enjoy the night," Blaine said.

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After dinner, Blaine presented Kurt with two tickets for that evenings performance of Wicked. Kurt was ecstatic and that feeling disappeared quickly when he realized they'd have to leave before the end if they were going to get back to the hotel for curfew.

"Don't worry about it," Blaine said. "Mr. Schue gave us permission to be late."

"He did?" Kurt asked, surprised.

"He did," Blaine assured his boyfriend. "We just have to stop by his room to let him know we're back."

"I can't believe you did this."

"I wanted to give you something special for graduation and I thought that since we were coming to New York, what better gift than dinner and a show."

Kurt reached across the table and took hold of Blaine's hand. "This is marvelous. Thank you so much."

Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand. "I'd do anything for you, Kurt. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"So, are you ready for the show?"

Kurt nodded excitedly as he bounced in his seat a little. "Let's go."

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They enjoyed the performance, their eyes glued to the stage. Knowing all the songs, they mouthed the words as the cast sang. They were entranced through the final note and joined the audience in a standing ovation.

After the curtain calls, they audience began to disperse. Kurt and Blaine took a few minutes to examine the grandeur of the theater. The murals on the ceiling, the curtains, the intricate chandelier just made the theater unbelievable.

Kurt turned away from the stage and looked at his boyfriend. "Thank you so much. This is a night I will never forget."

"You're welcome." Blaine smiled. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah."

They left the theater and saw a large crowd was still gathered outside. They opted to walk back to the hotel instead of trying to catch a cab.

Kurt took hold of Blaine's arm, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder as they walked down the street.

"This feels so right," Kurt said. "It could be considered a prelude to our future."

"It could," Blaine said. "We just need to wait and see that you've been accepted to NYADA,"

"I wish they would send out the acceptance letters."

"Maybe the judging committee will be at the competition tomorrow to listen to the performances," Blaine said. "They may send out the letters afterward."

"Hopefully they will see the potential with our song choices," Kurt said.

"You'll do great," Blaine said. "You always do."

"It'll be my first competition solo for New Directions."

"And that's long overdue," Blaine said.

They turned the corner and could see the hotel in front of them.

"There are two fairies," came a drunken voice from across the street.

"Don't look," Blaine said. as he felt Kurt wince. "Just keep walking."

"That is so disgusting," came the drunken voice, which sounded closer.

"If I tell you to run, you run," Blaine said. "Don't look back. Just go."

"Blaine?"

"Trust me."

Kurt lifted his head off Blaine's shoulder and allowed his left hand to slide down into Blaine's right.

"No one wants to see that," the drunken voice said right behind them.

Blaine was suddenly shoved from behind and he stumbled a few steps.

"I'm talkin' to you boy."

Blaine straightened up and turned to face the man who looked to be in his mid-30s. His clothes ere were severely wrinkled and his hair was askew. He staggered as he walked. Behind him were two more men that looked about the same age and appeared inebriated.

Blaine felt Kurt step close to his back.

"Just leave us alone," Blaine said. "We're not bothering anyone."

"We don't want to see that," the first man said, pointing a finger at Blaine.

"We're leaving," Blaine said, turning to face Kurt.

"I'm talkin' to you."

The first man shoved Blaine hard and he bumped into Kurt. Their bodies collided and Blaine accidentally knocked Kurt into the concrete wall of the building.

Blaine saw Kurt's eyes go wide as his head cracked against the masonry. His eyes slid shut as his body went limp.

To be continued...