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Chapter four: New York

Rachel was sure she was going insane. It had been a two weeks since she had seen a new episode of The Kurt and Blaine Show and she was desperate to watch more. She had already watched every episode of the previous seasons and yet it only made her feel depressed. She needed to know that Kurt and Blaine were going to get back together otherwise her favourite show would be ruined and there would no point in living any more. She might not even be able to sing anymore due to an intense bereavement period, and then the world would never witness her talent and that would be a real tragedy.

Maybe she was being a bit dramatic – of course – but she felt very strongly about this show and she needed Kurt and Blaine to be okay. Nobody else in Glee club shared her obsession of her favourite couple. They were happy to discuss the show with her, but never for long periods of time and never with the same amount of intensity that she did – but then again, it was rare that anyone could ever rival Rachel's intensity. It was one of her many talents.

School had finished for the holiday break and she was surfing the web every day in hopes of finding any spoilers that would reveal anything about the new season. The producers, however, were keeping everything under wraps and it was driving Rachel insane. She needed to know what was happening.

A thought had occurred to her during her last day at school. Really it was Finn who gave her the idea, even if it was unintentional – as the majority of Finn's actions were. Rachel had been ranting again about Kurt and Blaine breaking up and how it was torture to make them wait until after the holidays to see the results of this.

"The way she is acting she may as well and go bang on their door and demand to know what is happening," Finn muttered to Puck when he thought Rachel could hear but she had and it had given her a brilliant idea. Why not? Why shouldn't she got to the set and find out what was happening? As a dedicated and occasionally scary fangirl, she deserved to know.

She had always fancied herself as a spy; she spied on Vocal Adrenalin regularly without them ever suspecting. She could totally sneak on to the set and watch them film in order to find out the plot lines of what was going to happen. It would be easy. The only hard part would be getting to New York. This would prove slightly more difficult.

Her dads hadn't said anything about going away for the holiday break and she was desperate to get to New York. Maybe I could ask them, an idea suddenly hit her; yes, I could say I want to do some research on the Broadway stages, find out who I would have to contact and who I would need to suck up to in order to get a chance in showbiz and find out which school would look best on my résumé.

Rachel beamed and started scheming. She would have to butter up her dads first. They both wanted her to have the best opportunities she could so that she stood a chance of making it big. With this thought in mind, she started planning.

Kurt looked around, drinking in the culture around him. He was sitting at a small table on the side of the street in an authentic Italian café. He loved the sounds that surrounded him; the locals conversing in Italian tongue, the sounds of the vespers zipping past. He sipped his coffee and closed his eyes as the taste invaded his pallet. This was so much better than the coffee back home and he wasn't sure that he would ever be able to adjust back to dreary New York coffee again.

He opened his eyes when he heard the chair opposite him scrape across the ground. Kurt grinned lazily at his fiancé, who flopped into the seat with a smile. Kurt lowered his cup back into his saucer. They had been in Italy for nearly two weeks now and this was one of their last days here – they had to make the most of it. Kurt didn't want to face the harsh reality of going home any time soon.

Blaine's already olive skin had tanned even more brilliantly under the Italian sun and Kurt wondered what the producers would have to say – they insisted on passing judgement on every alteration and minor detail – and he found himself smirking at the thought. Both men had both been so relaxed and Kurt had never felt as stress-free in his life as he did in this moment. Of course, Blaine always helped him to ease the strain whenever things were looking to be too much, but being Italy made him think of the future, of when he and Blaine retired. Maybe they could come back and live here.

"Enjoying your coffee?" Blaine asked, clocking his fiancé's dreamy expression and Kurt chuckled.

"I love it," he grinned. "I love it here."

They had found a private villa that they could rent for the duration of their stay. They had ventured through the surrounding streets countless times, shopping and eating delicious food but they spent a lot of their time in the villa, hardly leaving the bedroom; content to just enjoy one another's company. One day they had spent a whole afternoon talking about their wedding and had finally – after much debate and compromise, mainly on Kurt's part; it was still beyond him why Blaine couldn't understand Kurt's need for an asymmetrical seating plan – managed to nail down a few details

"The one thousand or so other times you said you love it here did give me some clue," Blaine teased and Kurt gently nudged his foot against his fiancé's leg underneath the table. Blaine entwined their legs together and leaned in closer to Kurt, smiling him with bright, twinkling eyes.

"I don't want to leave," Kurt admitted, gazing around him, attempting to drink in everything Italy had to offer, but somehow his eyes seemed to always be drawn back to Blaine.

"Me neither," Blaine agreed. "But we have to get back to work." Blaine bit his lip, ducking his head in an attempt to hide his look of worry. Eventually he mustered the courage to ask: "You still enjoy filming, don't you?"

Kurt looked up at him, blinking in surprise. "Of course, I love working on the show."

Blaine sagged in his seat with relief. He loved working on the show, loved working with Kurt but that all depended on Kurt still wanting to be there: without him Blaine couldn't hope to continue with the show, no matter how they wrote it without him. He couldn't stand the thought of Kurt staying in a job he hated out of obligation to Blaine.

"Oh Blaine, I didn't mean to worry you," Kurt apologized, reading his fiancé's mind in an instant and taking Blaine's hands in his. "I love the show and we won't be leaving any time soon, I promise."

"We can, if you wanted to try something different," Blaine assured him and Kurt smiled adoringly at his fiancé.

"You're too sweet," he told him and Blaine beamed at the compliment.

"I'm serious. We could run away, stay here, start a family," Blaine told him. Kurt could quite easily imagine himself and Blaine living here with a couple of children; finally married and the picture of happiness. He grinned at the image and twined their fingers together.

"I already ran away with you once, Blaine," Kurt reminded him, his voice soft. "You know I would do so again in a heartbeat. All you have to do is ask"

Blaine thought back to when he first met his fiancé. They were both still in education but attended schools hours apart. Kurt was most certainly not the man that he was today. When Blaine had met him he was broken, barely hanging on with the few shreds of courage he had within him. Blaine had never met a more beautiful person and had instantly felt drawn to him; a wild, passionate and entirely loving connection that sealed them to this day. It had taken Kurt a long time to open up to Blaine and when he finally did, Blaine got to see the unique and wonderful person that Kurt was. He got to see the part of Kurt's heart that others had overlooked: the most beautiful facet, the entirety of which Blaine would one day own.

Kurt had an unhappy childhood, to put it mildly. He father was nothing like his on-screen one, Burt. His real father had been an abusive drunk, his mother never having the strength to leave him. She had been murdered when Kurt was nine. He had watched his father beat her to death and then take a gun and kill himself. From then Kurt had been shipped from foster home to foster home – none of which actually wanted him.

It was widely known that Blaine lived with his brother after his parents had kicked him out. They didn't know that Kurt had moved in with too, Cooper signing up to become a foster parents when he learnt that his baby brother's boyfriend was living with a less than ideal foster family, and that Blaine was completely in love with said boyfriend. When they had finished school, Kurt and Blaine moved away from Ohio, moving to New York and had never looked back.

Blaine brought his fiancé's hands up to his lips and kissed his knuckles. Kurt smiled adoringly at him, eyes tracing over every inch of his face.

"One day, we'll come back," Blaine promised and Kurt grinned.

"I'll hold you to that."

"Are you ready to head back?" Blaine asked, reaching down to pull up a small bag that he had, concealing a mischievous grin. "I have a surprise for you."

Kurt knocked back the rest of his coffee and stood. "I'm ready."

Blaine laughed, the sound rich and pure and sending shivers down Kurt's spine, and he too stood up. Kurt grabbed his hand and tugged him along, eager to get back to the villa for his surprise.

Rachel closed her bedroom door and made sure her dads hadn't followed her up before jumping up and down, flailing about because it was a miracle – her dads had bought it. She had pleaded her case about wanting to do research and they agreed that the Berries could take a family vacation to New York. Everything was falling into place and in this moment she genuinely believed that she was destined to do this.

Thanks to her favourite blog she knew exactly where they were filming and it wasn't too hard to figure out when they would be shooting. If season three was going to be aired after the holidays then they would have to start filming during them. She grinned and did a happy dance around her room, which she later would have profusely denied doing.

Klaine, here I come!

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