Alrighty, here it is! I hope you like it. You guys have been so amazing, thank you!

Oh! And the first person who guesses which line I took directly from Chris Colfer's twitter gets to request a Glee one-shot :)

"So how did you like it?"

My eyes were still wide as saucers as we exited the Gershwin theatre. I had absolutely no words for what I had just witnessed. Well, maybe a few, such as WOW. AMAZING. BRILLIANT. STUNNING. WOW. BEAUTIFUL. INSPIRING. Did I mention WOW?

"Huh?"

Dylan chuckled. "I take it that your speechlessness is a good thing?"

I continued staring up at the pretty lights, still in shock. "That was amazing."

"Yeah, thought you might like it," he said, slinging his arm around my shoulder. We continued up the crowded street, my head still spinning.

This was nothing like the national tour I saw. This was Broadway. This was Wicked on Broadway. Dylan had surprised me with tickets on our last night here, and I couldn't have thought of a better way to end the best two weeks of my life. We rounded a corner onto Times Square, and my jaw dropped. It was... beautiful. So many lights and billboards and screens and people... it was overwhelming. I felt tears pricking the backs of my eyes. I could hardly believe it. I was standing in the middle of Times Square. I was standing in the middle of Times Square with Dylan. I knew right then and there that this was where I belonged, and this was where I intended to stay.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Dylan asked. I realized I had stopped in the middle of the street while he had walked several paces ahead. Many hurried New Yorkers scowled at me in annoyance.

I shook myself out of the trance. "Nothing, I... it's just... wow."

Dylan laughed. I'd been at quite a loss for words for practically the entire trip, so he was quite used to this. "Ever seen Times Square at night?"

I shook my head, still mesmerized. In our two weeks here, we had been all around Brooklyn, the Village, the Upper West side, SoHo, etcetera. We'd been to midtown once or twice, but never at night. At night, it seemed like an entirely new world.

Dylan's adorable chuckle brought me out of my daze. "Come'ere, you."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. I smiled against his mouth, remembering the first time he kissed me in public while in New York; I squirmed away and shouted "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" He seemed to find this hilarious, and pushed me up against the wall of the nearest building for another kiss. It didn't take me long to realize that New York was nothing like Lima. Two boys kissing in the middle of the street was fairly ordinary, if not celebrated. I could seriously get used to that.

"Come on," he said, pulling away and heading towards the curb. "It's getting late, my mom's gonna flip." He stuck out his thumb and called "Taxi!"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you doing? I thought you said only tourists took taxis."

"Myeah, well..." he said, shrugging. "We just saw Wicked and are standing in the middle of Times Square with our mouthes wide open. We might as well pretend."

I laughed and settled into the taxi that pulled up in front of us, Dylan shooting out the address of our hotel. The driver rolled his eyes when he realized he had to drive to Brooklyn, but took off into the traffic anyway. During our time in the city, I had already gotten used to the subway, despite my original objections towards it. Riding it for the first time was hell - it was crowded and dirty and made me uncomfortable. Gradually, I got used to it, and actually became quite fond of it. But a nice, comfortable, air-conditioned taxi on this warm July night was acceptable too. I stared out at the bright lights and the countless people rushing by, which was quite soothing. I lunged forward as the taxi stopped again, seemingly stuck in traffic. It might now be as efficient as the subway, but it was surely comfortable. I found my eyelids drooping shut, and my body sliding down onto Dylan's shoulder. He smiled against my hair, and wrapped his arms around me, placing a few chaste kisses on my temple. I felt like a little kid again, driving at night and falling asleep in the car. It was amazing.

When we arrived back at the hotel, I checked that I had everything packed up before settling into bed with Dylan. I made sure I had all my new clothes and my NYU brochures in a safe place. I had never seen anything as incredible as that school. When Dylan and I went to visit, I knew immediately that it was the school for me.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked, reaching a hand over to my cheek.

I sighed. "The worst part about coming to New York City is leaving New York City."

He rolled closer to me and started to plant kisses down my neck. "But we're not leaving... not really, anyway."

"Mehh," I spat, curling my leg around his. "It ended way to fast."

Dylan propped himself up on his elbow, his eyes wide with excitement. "Don't you get it?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. He grinned, then laced his fingers in between mine.

"This isn't the end," he said matter-of-factly. "It's only just the beginning."