New York Melodies, a glee fanfic

"I can't wait to see you."

Kurt Hummel smiled into the small webcam, his eyes crinkling like they do whenever Blaine did something cute. The curly haired boy on the computer screen was grinning like a puppy dog, his fingers running over the strings of his guitar. His eyes sparkled, even through the crappy computer screen.

"I know," Kurt laughed happily, "I've missed you."

Blaine gave a content sigh, relieved to actually be able to see his boyfriend again. Spring break had been anticipated by both the two boys, and it was finally here. Kurt was still reeling from when Blaine had told him his dad finally caved.

"Hey, uh, I gotta go. I've got a plane to catch," Blaine laughed, Kurt catching an edge of secretism behind it, then blew Kurt a kiss before logging off.

Kurt leaned back in his desk chair in the apartment he's sharing with Rachel. After months of being in New York away from his dad, Finn, and of course Blaine, he's coming. He's actually coming. Kurt couldn't restrain the goofy smile that spread over his lips. He leapt from his chair and walked over to the window of his apartment, throwing it open, and leaning out into the breeze. The hustle and bustle below was comforting to him and he leaned on his hand. For a moment, it sounded as if someone was tuning a guitar... then chords. And finally, a voice.

Hey there Delilah

What's it like in New York City?

I'm a thousand miles away

But girl, tonight you look so pretty

Yes you do

Times Square can't shine as bright as you

I swear it's true

Kurt's eyes widened and he stared down at the sidewalk, where the curly haired boy with gleaming eyes and a smile to die for strummed his guitar and sang the lyrics up toward his window.

Hey there Delilah

Don't you worry about the distance

I'm right there if you get lonely

Give this song another listen

Close your eyes

Listen to my voice, it's my disguise

I'm by your side

Kurt beamed at Blaine, and stood listening to his voice float toward him. People were gathering on the street, some with sweet looks, others with eyebrows raised. But Kurt's eyes were only on his boyfriend and his endearing suprise.

Oh it's what you do to me

What you do to me

Without another thought, Kurt left the window, the words still audible as he raced out of the apartment and down the steps to the first floor.

Hey there Delilah

I know times are getting hard

But just believe me, girl

Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar

We'll have it good

We'll have the life we knew we would

My word is good

Hey there Delilah

I've got so much left to say

If every simple song I wrote to you

Would take your breath away

I'd write it all

Even more in love with me you'd fall

We'd have it all

Kurt pushed the door open and padded out into the sidewalk. Rachel smiled at him where she stood with the crowd, her cell phone out and video taping. It took all his strength not to run up to him, push his guitar out of the way, and wrap his arms around his neck.

Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far

But they've got planes and trains and cars

I'd walk to you if I had no other way

Our friends would all make fun of us

and we'll just laugh along because we know

That none of them have felt this way

Delilah I can promise you

That by the time we get through

The world will never ever be the same

And you're to blame

Blaine slowly walked closer to Kurt, his lips pursed as he sang, and Kurt knew he was itching to grab his faced and kiss him, too.

Hey there Delilah

You be good and don't you miss me

Two more years and you'll be done with school

And I'll be making history like I do

You'll know it's all because of you

We can do whatever we want to

Hey there Delilah here's to you

This one's for you

Oh it's what you do to me

What you do to me.

Blaine quickly took his guitar off as Kurt ran into his arms, burying his face into his neck. Kurt's lips curled into a smile as Blaine's familiar scent invaded his nose, and he hugged him tighter to his body. Distinctly, he heard a few "aww"s from the crowd that was slowly leaving. Kurt pulled his face away from the younger boy and looked into his eyes.

"Hi," he smiled, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Hey," Blaine chuckled, then pushed his lips into Kurt's own.

The kiss was everything Kurt had missed. The tenderness of their casual pecks, the eagerness of their first, and the passion that seeped into each, this time stronger than ever.

"I've missed you," Kurt said breathlessly.

"I know," Blaine told him, his hands brushing his cheek gently, "I have, too."

And their lips met again as the cars honked behind them, people bustled around them, and Rachel slowly skipped up to their apartment, a pleased smile upon her face.