Kurt glanced at his watch as he booked it up the subway steps, cursing the 115 blocks that separated them when they had such little time together as it was. He knew Blaine technically had a longer journey to Times Square than he did, but he was the one who had to fight through the hipsters hanging around outside of Tisch. Hipsters his boyfriend would probably feel much more at home with than Nerdbomb, as Kurt collectively referred to Blaine's Columbia classmates every time they were out of earshot.
His phone buzzed in his pocket as he wove through the tourists with a scowl and he pulled it out to silence the calendar reminder. It was pathetic that they'd had to actively schedule an hour for coffee, but it was tech week on his show and Blaine had deadlines and it had been difficult to even find this hour, and he was grateful for it.
Kurt worried sometimes, when he got home long after Blaine had fallen asleep and woke up to a bed empty apart from a scribbled note, that they were losing each other in the chaos of the city, that they weren't cut out to last outside of Lima. That people had been right when they'd said it wouldn't last. That they weren't perfect.
A hand on his arm snapped him back to reality as he walked into the Starbucks and approached the counter. The touch was so familiar that he didn't flinch, even in his surprise, and he looked up with a grin that threatened to split his face.
"Hey," Blaine gave him a lopsided smile, balancing two coffee cups while trying to push his glasses back up from where they'd slipped down his nose. "I got you an extra shot. And some fruit. You need the vitamin C - you were sniffling in your sleep." He handed off one of the cups and a small bowl. "There's a couple breaking up really loudly in back. I grabbed us a table with a good view."
"Perfect," Kurt smiled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his boyfriend's lips, feeling the tension between his shoulders break at the contact. Because of course they were.