"That was the best show I've ever seen in my life." Kurt exclaimed, walking out of the theatre on the jacketed arm of Sebastian. He looked around to see the huge green poster still hanging on the top of the theatre and sighed a delighted sigh. Sebastian couldn't help but grin down at him as he carried on admiring the same poster he'd seen thousands of times. The same poster he passed everyday on the way to work. The poster they had hung up in their study.
When Kurt was finally finished, they turned around and went on their way. Hundreds of people followed the same footsteps they did to the subway station, like a line of ants in a jungle. Concrete jungle where dreams are made of. Sebastian thought, the song which made him want to come to New York as a teenager. The song still meant a lot to him.
"Best show I've ever seen in my entire life." he said again, almost screaming, hoping to reach the tops of every New York building. He wanted everyone to see how happy he was.
"You've seen it seven times." Sebastian laughed, making sure that he and Kurt didn't trip over the feet of the people in front of him. That was something Kurt wasn't very good at; being aware of people around him. He always seemed to be tripping up, ever since they'd moved to New York. Apparently growing up in Lima didn't really prepare you for the largely populated streets of New York City.
"And it's still the best thing I've ever seen. Doesn't that just highlight how brilliant it is?" Kurt's arms were flying all over place, yet another sign of his lack of awareness of the people around him. Not that it was his fault entirely, it was Sebastian's gift to go and see Wicked (again) and therefore his fault that he was getting far too excited.
"I thought you said that Starlight Express was the best thing you've ever seen. You said that when we last saw it, like, last month."
"Seb?"
"Yes Kurt?"
"Stop ruining my post Wicked hype." Kurt's face remained stern, looking at Sebastian like a teacher would look at a misbehaving child. He thought of the first time he'd ever sang on a Broadway stage, with Rachel, right there in New York, right there on that stage. Now Rachel was up there every night as Elphaba, singing her little heart out just like they knew she always would do.
"Sorry." he laughed, leading the two of them down the steps into the subway station. Letting go of Kurt's arm for a second, he loosened his scarf allowing the cool air of the New York night hit him before delving fully into the stuffy, stinking subway.
Taking Kurt's hand this time, he felt the naturally cold fingers of Kurt interlace with the hot ones of his, they always had this dynamic about them, that they could be so supportingly similar and yet contrastingly different. A good contrast though, like night and day. Sebastian would always see himself as the dark in the world; the night whilst Kurt was the one bringing the light in, the joy, the hope; the day.
Kurt would argue he was simply the artificial light of Broadway, nothing real, all for show.
In a way, Sebastian couldn't argue; if Kurt was a Broadway light then he would shine on the dark streets of Sebastian. Kurt would be the light in his life. Which he was.
"Best show ever." Kurt repeated for the third time, adding a shake of his head to emphasise his love even further. "Even the cast was the best."
"What happened to the original cast being the best?" Sebastian's eyebrows knotted together as he looked to Kurt with a confused look on his face. He was always contradicting himself was Kurt.
"Oh they are. Damn right they are. But with Rachel up there, I think I'm kind of biased." switching to start nodding his head, Sebastian began to laugh at him.
"The originals are good." he agreed to which Kurt smiled. Perhaps making Sebastian listen to the soundtrack of Wicked over and over the past six years had finally had an effect on him. Even if it hadn't, it was progress. He'd even bought the soundtracks for Jesus Christ Superstar and Starlight Express over the last year.
"Good? They are brilliant, fantastic, fabulous... fantastic!"
"You already said that one." Sebastian nudged Kurt in the side and laughed. Looking around he noticed there weren't many people on the platform as they stepped onto it; of course there were lots behind them but not ahead. He sighed, realising this meant they'd have at least five minutes to wait for the next train.
"Yeah well it deserves to be said twice. Kristin Chenoweth is my musical soul mate."
"Soul mate? Wow, thanks babe." he laughed and Kurt pulled a face at him.
"No matter how much I love you, Bas, if Kristin wanted me to have babies with her I would."
"Imagine the pitch." he joked, earning another face from Kurt.
"I'd never leave you though." Kurt smiled, leaning further in and allowing Sebastian to wrap his arm around his shoulders.
"Aww, babe. Thank you." he kissed the top of Kurt's head, "Maybe we could adopt one of the squeaky children."
Kurt played along, "Yeah and we could call it Meerkat after the look on your face."
"Or Chipmunk, like the cartoon."
"Or Idiot."
"Or Beautiful."
"You have to ruin everything by saying something sweet, don't you?"
"I'll not say anything sweet next time. Happy?" Kurt looked at Sebastian and stretched up to kiss him lightly on the lips.
"No, you can say anything you want. You have your own free will. We are in America." he joked, pulled back and smiled at him.
"So you wouldn't marry Cheno?"
"Oh no, I'd marry her, certainly." Kurt nodded again, trying his very best to annoy Sebastian.
"And here's me wanting to be the one who gets to marry you." he rolled his eyes jokingly and wrapped his arms around Kurt's middle, holding him the way he did when he wanted something. It allowed Kurt to lean back and smell the familiar scent of Sebastian's hair gel mixed with the smell of his breath on his neck. It made him shiver regardless of the obscene heat on the platform.
"You'd have to ask me first." Kurt breathed out, sounding almost like a beg. Like he was tired of waiting, like it was the one thing he wanted, needed. Sebastian recognised the sound but couldn't help but think. I have done, three times. Three!
"Noted." was all he managed to say, the feeling of Kurt's neck next to the tip of his nose was too much to breathe. To think. To properly function.
"Bas can we see it again?" Kurt finally said, opening his eyes and looking to see Sebastian smirking down at him.
"Fine but not now." he said, removing his arms from his middle and taking Kurt's hand again at the sound of the train approaching.
"Why?" Kurt looked disappointed.
"Because we're eloping." Sebastian wanted it to sound serious but no matter how much he'd tried with these stupid proposals, they always came out as a joke. Like he was mocking the idea of getting married; that was not it at all. Quite the opposite.
"Oh." Kurt said with a smile. He just wished Sebastian would do it. He would do it himself but a part of him told him that Sebastian wanted to propose, and that if Kurt did it he'd be kind of disappointed. Deciding it'd be best for them both to leave it he said, "So we're going home?"
"Yeah." a weak smile played on Sebastian's lips before he turned to see the train waiting for them to hop in. "Come on."
