Okay so here's the deal, I fell in love with the idea of writing a fic about Klaine after high school. Then I thought where is the best place for both of them to be and I was like NEW YORK CITY DUH! So that is where this started. This fic is flufferific as will be the chapters after it as well.

I should mention that I do not own Kurt, Blaine, or New York (though it would be pretty amazing if I did) but again I regretfully do not own them.

So sit back, relax, and enjoy all the Klainey goodness :)

Chapter 1

New York City, also known as the city that never sleeps. For so long the two of them had been dreaming about coming here and now they were actually here. They were ready to take on the world, together of course. Kurt and Blaine had been together for almost two years now and they felt they couldn't have been any more in love than they were the day they decided to pack up their bags and take the next step in their relationship, and ultimately in their lives. New York could be a scary city but they knew they could be strong as long as they had each other to lean on for support.

Blaine was determined to do the whole music thing, whether it was on Broadway or doing his own creations didn't matter as long as it was music. Kurt on the other hand wanted to take a stab at the fashion world and hoped to have his own line out by the time he was twenty-four. They were determined to support each other, so it came as no surprise that when Blaine got a call about a possible agent Kurt helped him pack and then packed his own bags, ready to take on New York together.

They had been in New York for well over an hour but Blaine was still as excited as when he first stepped off the plane. "Look Kurt!" he cried excitedly, his hands flying every which way as he pointed to various tourist attractions.

Kurt laughed gently and took his hands in his own. "If you don't calm down you're going to hurt yourself. You do remember what happened at Christmas last year, right?" He was of course referring to their first Christmas as an official couple. Blaine had been so excited about it that he had decorated the senior commons at Dalton, and under threat of playing Baby its Cold Outside on repeat for the rest of the holiday season had gotten everyone out of the dorms for the night. He wanted everything to be perfect, but somehow between exchanging presents and cuddling on the couch he had managed to burn himself on hot chocolate, trip over an ottoman and possibly give himself a concussion by hitting his head on the coffee table trying to surprise Kurt with an extra present.

Blaine smiled broadly as he thought about how wonderful that night had turned out. "I do not regret any of the injuries sustained that evening because it was the best Christmas I've ever had." With that he pressed his lips gently against his boyfriend's. Kissing Kurt was probably his favorite thing in the world to do. He just loved everything about it. He loved how Kurt always gently nibbled on his bottom lip. He loved the way that his spine tingled as soon as their lips met. But most of all he loved that when he kissed Kurt everything else seemed to disappear until there was only him, only them, only their life together.

By this time their seemingly innocent kiss had turned into something quite more. Kurt's hands were working their way through Blaine's hair despite all the gel and product holding it in place, while Blaine on the other hand was content with resting his hands on Kurt's thighs. Kurt deepened the kiss; the passion and force coming from him surprised Blaine, but he couldn't say that he minded.

It was then that they heard the distinct sound of the taxi driver clearing his throat. Quickly they broke apart, both turning an interesting shade of red. How embarrassing for them and just plain awkward for the driver. Sheepishly Kurt glanced at Blaine and smiled. Blaine smiled back and held his arms out for Kurt. He was only too happy to accept the invitation and so he scooted across the seat and into Blaine's arms. Blaine held him close and whispered in his ear "I love you Kurt Hummel. I love you more than you can possibly know".

Blaine had told him he loved him numerous times before, but it never failed to give him butterflies. "I love you too," he whispered back, cuddling up to him as close as possible. Blaine kissed his forehead gently. They settled into a comfortable silence as they watched New York zoom by the window; content with just being in each other's arms.

"Blaine hurry up and open the door! I want to see our new apartment!"

Blaine let out a chuckle. "Now who's the one that needs to calm down?" he teased. Kurt crossed his arms in a huff which only made Blaine laugh more. He had been the one that picked out the apartment and finalized all the designs, so he wasn't in as much of a hurry as Kurt. He was going to milk this and get all the amusement out of it that he could.

"Hmmmmm... now where did I put that key. I can't seem to find it." He made a show of checking his pockets and looking dumbfounded.

"Blaine Anderson if you do not open that damn door right now you do not want to know what I will do to you," Kurt threatened.

"Oh but I think I do," he replied wagging his eyebrows suggestively. Kurt instantly turned red and covered his face with his hands.

Blaine laughed at how embarrassed his boyfriend got whenever he made suggestive comments. "You would go there," Kurt complained. He was still covering his face with his hands, but now he was peeking out between his fingers in order to stare at Blaine.

Blaine gave him a reassuring smile and Kurt finally dropped his hands and settled them on his hips. "So why don't we try this again," Blaine began. "If you can ask me nicely I will open the door." He expected Kurt to just grab the key out of his pocket and open the door himself, or to at least argue that he was already asking nicely.

Instead Kurt sidled up to Blaine and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. "Dearest Blaine, can you please unlock the door so that we can go explore the apartment that we shall be living in together?" He then proceeded to kiss Blaine gently on the cheek, then on the other cheek and then on the lips.

Blaine smiled against Kurt's lips. Kurt was right, this was the apartment that they were going to be living in together. It took their relationship to a whole new level. Sure, they had spent weekends with each other but it couldn't compare with the idea of being able to wake up to Kurt's beautiful face every morning. Just the thought of being able to do that, being able to come home to his amazing boyfriend every night, made him exceedingly happy. "Well since you asked so nicely," he said after breaking their kiss. He grabbed the key out of his pocket, unlocked the door and let it swing open.

Kurt walked briskly, he never ever ran ever, into the apartment and stood in awe of what he saw. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes darted from one thing to the next. He knew it was probably very unattractive but he just couldn't help himself. The apartment was perfect.

Blaine walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder. "Do you like it?" he asked timidly. He knew he wasn't the best at decorating but he hoped that the apartment was at least livable in.

"Like it? I love it!" Kurt cried. "You did an amazing job. I'm proud of you."

"Well I couldn't have New York's next big fashion designer living in an apartment that looks like it was decorated by a three year old." Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek and he could feel him starting to blush.

"I don't know about that," Kurt countered.

"I do. You're going to run this town, I just know it"

Kurt grinned at his boyfriend. "Only if you're right there with me," he added. He couldn't imagine doing anything important if he didn't have Blaine to support him.

Blaine stared into this amazing man's gorgeous blue eyes. "There is no place I would rather be than by your side." He could do this all day; just stand here with his arms around Kurt, staring into his eyes. Unfortunately he couldn't do that. He still had another surprise for him. "I have something I want to show you," he said, gently taking Kurt's hand and leading him down the hallway, passing the bathroom and their bedroom.

He stopped outside of a door at the very end of the hallway. "Close your eyes." Kurt began to protest but Blaine put a finger to his lips to silence him. "Please?" He gave Kurt his biggest puppy dog eyes knowing that no matter how hard he tried Kurt could never resist them. Kurt sighed in defeat and reluctantly closed his eyes.

Blaine opened the large wooden door and pulled Kurt inside the room. "Alright, you can open your eyes now." Kurt did as he was told and was flabbergasted by what he saw. It was a fashion designer's dream come true. Rolls of fabric were everywhere, sketch pads were piled on a desk pushed up against the wall and there was a large work table in the center of the room with a brand new sewing machine and sewing materials on it. "I had the designer make this room especially for you," he said after a while.

Kurt remained silent, still attempting to take the room in. "I figured that you could use this room for designing and then you wouldn't have to go to the office as much," Blaine explained hurriedly. He didn't like that Kurt hadn't said anything. He hoped the room was okay. Maybe he didn't like the fact that Blaine assumed he wouldn't want to be at the office? Maybe it was just too much? "Kurt?" No answer. "Kurt, please say something. You know it makes me nervous when you don't talk."

Kurt, who had somehow gravitated to the other side of the room, practically skipped back to Blaine and threw his arms around his neck. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" he asked seriously, planting a kiss on Blaine's cheek.

"You just had to be your absolutely amazing self," he responded with the same amount of seriousness in his voice.

"But wait," Kurt said while unhooking his arms from around Blaine's neck. "Where are you going to do your music? We don't have room for a home studio if you want me to use this as my designing room." The look of concern on Kurt's face nearly broke Blaine's heart. He hated seeing Kurt even remotely upset.

Blaine pulled Kurt against him and kissed his forehead. "Don't worry about it hun. There is a recording studio across town and Broadway is just a short taxi ride away. Whatever I end up doing I will have a place to do it." Kurt smiled broadly. He loved it when Blaine called him pet names. It was something that never failed to make him smile and leave butterflies in his stomach.

"I don't want to be selfish." He would give Blaine the world if he could, but he couldn't do that... well not yet anyways. But he could give Blaine the extra room if he needed it. "Are you sure you don't mind having to commute every time you want to sing?"

Blaine laughed at the absurdity of it all. "I don't have to commute if I want to sing, especially if my favorite duet partner lives under the same roof as I do. Besides it's not even that far." Kurt sighed in defeat for the second time that night. If this is what Blaine wants it is what he is going to get.

"Are you hungry?" Kurt mumbled into Blaine's chest. He wasn't particularly hungry, but it would give them an excuse to go out and explore.

Blaine pondered the question for a moment. "Not really," he responded. "But why don't we go out and explore the city. We'll eventually get hungry and we can eat then." Kurt smiled. How was it that they always thought so much alike? It was like Blaine could read his mind.

"Sounds like a plan."

With that Blaine led them out of the room and back into the entrance-way. Figuring it might get cold out Blaine began to rummage through the boxes of clothes and whatnot that had arrived at the apartment the day before. "Where are the jackets!" he cried after searching for a good five minutes.

Kurt laughed. "Probably in the box labeled jackets and scarves."

"Oh. I knew that."

"Sure you did."

"I did! I swear! I was just testing you. Good news, you passed." He grabbed two jackets out of the box, making sure that the one he pulled out for Kurt would match his outfit. He handed Kurt his jacket, and after he had put it on Blaine grabbed his hand and led them out the front door.

The night air was slightly cold for being the middle of September, but they didn't mind. And one of the perks of New York is that they didn't get any dirty looks walking down the street holding hands and cuddling into each other for warmth.

The next morning Blaine woke up to the warmth of another body in bed with him. He sighed, wishing he could spend all day in bed with Kurt. Their first night in their new apartment had been magical. They had aimlessly walked around the city, getting to know their neighborhood. When they got hungry they popped into a Chinese restaurant a few blocks from their apartment. And then when they got back to the apartment...well there is a reason why Blaine could now kiss Kurt's bare shoulder and run his hands down his chest.

Kurt let out a small moan as Blaine started kissing his neck. "Well good morning to you too," Kurt said, rolling over so that he could face Blaine. He went to give him a good morning kiss, but Kurt quickly put a finger over his lips.

"I have morning breath. Its gross."

Blaine chuckled. "Do you honestly think I care?" He moved Kurt's finger and kissed him anyways.

A few minutes later the two of them were just lounging in bed, holding on to each other lovingly, not saying a word. Kurt loved moments like this. He loved when they were so comfortable with each other that they didn't have to say a word and yet that was enough. Just being together was enough.

Blaine was the first to break the silence. "How does some breakfast sound?"

"It sounds really good right about now. I'm starving."

Blaine moved to get out of bed but Kurt held onto him tighter. "Kurt, if you don't let go I can't make us breakfast," he said laughing. Kurt made a sound that was something in between a sigh and a groan but reluctantly let go. Blaine leaned down and gave Kurt a quick kiss on the forehead before throwing on some pants and heading for the kitchen.

Hmmmm. What to make for breakfast? Bacon? No, Kurt would kill him. That was way too much grease. Pancakes. Now that was something. He quickly got to work. Ten minutes later Kurt wandered into the kitchen still in his pajamas. Blaine glanced over at him. His hair was sticking out every which way and he was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants. It wasn't a sight that many were privileged enough to see. Kurt says its because he looks "gross without being properly done up" but Blaine thought this is when he looked the most beautiful.

"What are you making?" Kurt asked, plopping down on one of the stools at the kitchen counter. Blaine could still hear the thickness of sleep in his voice. It made his voice low and husky and incredibly sexy.

"Pancakes," he answered. He flipped a pancake over in the pan then placed it on a plate. A few minutes later all the pancakes were made and so he placed a plate in front of Kurt and joined him at the counter. They didn't need a dining room table. It was just the two of them, for now.

Neither of them said much, only the sound of clinking silverware breaking the silence. Kurt glanced sidelong at Blaine and smiled. Blaine, being the observant person that he is, asked him why he was smiling but Kurt just shook his head. "Come on, tell me." Kurt shook his head again. "Please?"

Kurt kept his eyes on his plate and Blaine could make out a faint blush on his cheeks. "I guess it just sank in that this is our place. Its our apartment."

"Its so much more than that." Kurt looked at him puzzled and so he explained. "This is our home. This is where we will come back to every night. This is where our life together really begins." Kurt stared at Blaine and he could see the love in his eyes. God, Blaine loved staring into Kurt's eyes. He could get lost in them forever and never think of trying to find his way out.

Kurt reached out and placed his hand over Blaine's which was resting on the counter-top. "So what are your plans for today?" he asked, lightly stroking small circles on the back of Blaine's hand.

"Well I have a meeting with my new almost agent in an hour. I have to admit I'm kind of nervous. What if he thinks I'm not cut out for the music industry?"

"Don't be silly Blaine, you are a truly talented musician, probably the most talented musician I know. And I don't give that compliment often." It's true. In the time that Blaine had known Kurt he had only said a handful of people were truly talented, and to be labeled as the best was an honor Blaine wasn't sure he deserved.

"How will I ever stay humble if you give me compliments like that?" Blaine teased.

"You're not. I want your ego to grow to astronomical proportions," Kurt said with a sly smile playing across his lips.

"Well if you keep telling me how amazing I am that won't take long. I think I should probably go get ready and head out for that meeting though." He gave Kurt a peck on the head before heading to the bedroom to search for some clothes to wear.

Twenty minutes later Blaine had gotten dressed, gelled his hair to perfection, kissed Kurt goodbye, and hailed a taxi. He was meeting his new agent at his office on fifth avenue and currently his stomach decided that it wanted to do back flips all the way there.

The taxi pulled up in front of a sleek sky scrapper. Its intimidating facade only made Blaine even more nervous. He paid the driver and then walked into the spacious lobby. He didn't exactly know where to go, but when he spotted a petite brunette sitting behind a large desk he figured he could start there.

Cautiously he approached the desk, adjusting the guitar he had slung over his back. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me. I have an appointment with Gavin Daniels at eleven."

The receptionist looked up at him, somewhat startled. "Of course," she said. She had a small, quiet voice. Her brown hair was pulled into a tight bun and she had long red fingernails. "If you will just have a seat over there," she gestured to a small waiting area. "Mr. Daniels will be right with you."

"Thank you," Blaine said obediently walking over to the area with the overstuffed furniture. Normally Blaine was never this nervous for an audition or performance, but then again this was the audition, the performance that could make or break his career.

Ten minutes later he found himself being escorted down a long hallway. There were many doors lining the hallway, but Blaine guessed that the room they were heading to was the very last one at the very end. He was proved right when he was escorted into that room and the door was closed behind him. If he hadn't been so nervous he would have found that entirely creepy.

The man sitting at the desk in front of him was a young man, probably no older than thirty five at most. He had short blonde hair and wore a tailored black suit with a light blue tie. Though he was currently on the phone, when the man looked up at Blaine's entrance he noted that the man had really striking green eyes. Blaine could tell that the man was fit, and he had to admit that he was very attractive. Wait, had he just thought this man was attractive? He isn't supposed to think that. He is in a committed relationship with an amazing guy. No he was definitely not supposed to be thinking other men were attractive.

The man, having ended his phone conversation, directed all his attention to Blaine. "It's nice to finally meet you Mr. Anderson. I'm Gavin Daniels." He held out his hand to Blaine who immediately shook it with a vigor that could only be explained by his nerves. He then motioned for Blaine to take a seat in one of the two plush leather chairs.

"I have to say it's an honor Sir-"

"Please, call me Gavin. Sir makes me feel a whole hell of a lot older than I want to."

"Gavin, right. Geez, I mean I can't believe I'm actually in your office right now. When you called and said that you wanted to be my agent I hardly believed it, but here I am. Here you are. Its like a dream come true." Somehow he had managed to say that all in one breath and now he stood there panting like some kind of fool.

Gavin just laughed. "You talk like I've already got you signed to some major record label. Don't think that it won't happen though because it will. You have an incredible voice for someone so young. Say, how old are you exactly?"

"I'm nineteen Sir...I mean Gavin"

Gavin whistled under his breath. "You're awfully young to be coming to New York all by yourself."

"Oh, I didn't come by myself," Blaine stated. "I came with my boyfriend Kurt. When I told him you called and said you wanted to be my agent he was determined to come with me. He even lined up an internship with Isaac Knightly and everything."

Gavin by this point had come around to the front of the desk and was leaning on it. "Isaac is a very talented up and coming designer. Your boyfriend must be pretty amazing to get a position like that." Blaine smiled. Kurt really was pretty amazing, and no one could say otherwise.

The rest of the "audition" went fairly well. Gavin decided that he simply must have Blaine as a client and arranged for a lawyer to draw up a contract the next day.

"I have a feeling you're going to go far in this business Blaine," Gavin stated, gently patting Blaine on the shoulder. Blaine's stomach immediately tied in knots, and what made it worse was that this time he couldn't blame it on his nerves. "I think I am going to have to take a very personal interest in your career," he continued more to himself than to Blaine.

Soon after, Gavin had another meeting to go to and regretfully had to leave. Blaine was once again escorted down the hallway and deposited in the lobby. What happened in that meeting? He got himself an agent, but that was not what he was thinking about. He had been attracted to Gavin. You aren't supposed to be attracted to other people when in a loving and caring relationship. Two years he and Kurt had been together and he had never felt attracted to any other man. No, Kurt was perfect for him, is perfect for him. Kurt is all he needs right? Right he assured himself. This is nothing. This meant nothing. Gavin is attractive, that's all. But still, maybe he would pick up a little something for Kurt on his way home...

A/N:

OMG that last part was so hard to write! Blaine was just so damn nervous and did not want to cooperate. So Blaine kind of stuck out to me when I was writing this. Kurt and him were fighting for dominance in the story and Blaine eventually won. I have admit that I liked writing from primarily his point of view.

I loved writing all the little interactions between Blaine and Kurt. I just think they are so cute together and I imagined that after almost two years together they would still be a cute, quirky little couple.

So about this Gavin guy...I hadn't intended for Blaine to find him ridiculously attractive, but Blaine had other ideas. I think I am going to develop him more in upcoming chapters.

So here are some spoilers for the next chapter:
Kurt and Blaine get a surprise visit from some old friends
Blaine and Gavin bond over music
We meet the notorious Isaac Knightly
And finally there will be some good old fashioned fluff because fluff makes the world go round.

I hope you enjoyed reading this
ya'll come back now you hear

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-Allison