A/N: This is my first fan fiction here! I hope that you guys like it! This is a Blellie story.

Summary: Nellie and Blake have been best friends since they were in first grade, and moved to New York together. Meeting new friends and dealing with jealousy are just a few of the problems that they may run in together.

Nellie's POV

This is incredible. New York. I'm finally here! Times Square, Rockefeller Plaza, God this place is amazing. And I get to do it all with my best friend. Not do "it" I mean like everything in New York. God I wish we would do "it". What am I saying?

"Hey Nells, where did we put the plates and bowls?"

"I think that we put them in the box labeled kitchen, Blake." I said, lifting up the box so that he could see the label.

Me and Blake Jenner, in New York. We always joked about moving here and following our dreams. I'm just glad we actually did it. All of our friends always said that we would be dating by now and honestly it takes everything that I have not to jump Blake. I realized that I wanted us to be more than friends after the ninth grade. We were at a Halloween party playing spin the bottle. When it was my turn, it landed on Blake and we kissed. It was sweet and gentle, but passionate and lustful. Or at least I thought. We were pretty drunk that night and I never brought it up again. But all I wanted was to feel his lips against mine as we-

"Here you go Nellsie," Blake said, putting eggs in front of me.

"Thanks Blakey."

"We still have a lot to unpack, but I was thinking that maybe we could go check out the city. Santana called and said that she was going to meet us at Starbucks and give us a tour." Blake said, shoveling down his breakfast.

I remember that we met Santana our junior year of high school. She had come back to visit Mr. Shue and talk to the Glee club about their huge win a couple years back. Blake and the rest of the guys were too busy drooling over her to listen to everything that she said. They were still drooling even after telling Mr. Shue that she and Brittany were planning on getting married as soon as she finished school. But me and Santana had become good friends after she heard me sing. She said that she loved the sound of my voice and that she thought that I was a rebel. We talked and connected instantly, and when I told her about New York, she said that she would show us around and help us find an apartment.

"Alright, Nells, your turn," Blake had come out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his ripped upper body. Damn, just damn. Focus Nellie, just get ready for the day. God I'm going to need to take a cold shower.

Do you guys like it? Should I continue?