New York is everything Kurt hoped it would be. He's been here before, briefly. He'd rushed down to 51st St to see the Gershwin Theatre and then down to Tiffany's, but he had never seen it like this.
He walks down Broadway hand in hand with Blaine. Blaine, Kurt has found, is a very tactile person; if their hands aren't connected, Blaine usually attaches to some other part of Kurt. It's something Kurt isn't used to, touches from boys that aren't aggressive, and he resists a flinch most times that Blaine touches him. It's comforting, though, he thinks as he squeezes his fingers tighter around Blaine's hand. Blaine stops in his speech of telling Kurt about the city, pausing to smile at him.
They had left Blaine's apartment soon after entertaining themselves with the responses to their video on Tumblr and jumped on the Subway. Kurt had emerged from 42nd St - Times Square station to be met with the most magical sights. He still had a hard time believing he was really here.
"I figured we could get ice cream and maybe take a walk through Central Park. How does that sound?" Blaine asks as if Kurt would say no.
Blaine takes him to Ben and Jerry's in the Rockefeller Center and Kurt greedily welcomes the cool air conditioning. They walk for hours. It takes a while to even get to Central Park; then they stroll around the park. They stop plenty of times to rest and for Kurt to apply more sun screen. The sun beats down on them. It's tiring; so, so tiring, but Kurt looks up to see tall buildings and the feelings they provoke spur him on.
They don't stop talking once. Any worries Kurt may have had about any possible awkwardness between himself and Blaine seems inconsiderate now, the conversation comes to them as it always has, easy and natural. The thought makes Kurt smile.
"My feet are going to fall off," Blaine says. He bumps his shoulder into Kurt's, which makes him giggle. "How about we go and get some caffeine and get a taxi back?"
"That sounds amazing."
It takes them a while to get out of the park. Kurt suggests that they might have been a little bit lost, but Blaine just laughs it off.
"A medium drip and a medium skinny mocha, please." Kurt looks to Blaine in shock as he orders their drinks after they finally made it to a coffee shop.
"You remembered my coffee order?"
"Of course I did," Blaine says as if it's the simplest thing in the world and Kurt's heart does that stupid flippy thing in his chest.
When they're back at Blaine's apartment, Kurt finally gets to ask the question that had been on his mind since he first walked into the luxurious building.
"I know this is a little personal," he starts tentatively; Blaine smiles, encouraging Kurt to carry on. "But how the hell can you afford this?"
He's about to apologize for his lack of tact when it comes to his phrasing but stops when he hears Blaine chuckling.
"It's okay. My parents helped me out quite a lot, actually," Blaine explains, still smiling, but Kurt can see that it's starting to look a little strained. "Trust me, this is just 'nice' to them, they wanted me on the Upper West Side, but I fell in love with this place."
Kurt holds back the many questions he's dying to ask as it seems like a sensitive subject for his boyfriend. "Only 'nice'?" he asks instead. "Who are your parents?"
Kurt is laughing, trying to make light of the conversation but Blaine's answer sobers him up quickly. "Um, Helena Anderson and Simon Anderson."
"I'm sorry, I thought you just said your parents were the Helena Anderson and the Simon Anderson."
Blaine scratches the back of his neck looking uncomfortable. "Yeah," he answers simply.
Kurt sits dumbfounded as he tries to process the information. Helena Anderson was one of the most influential people in fashion; Kurt had looked up to her for years, she was editor-in-chief of one of the biggest fashion magazines, Roupe. And Simon Anderson was a famous model turned actor. Kurt had read all about their romance, how Simon used to model clothing for Helena and it had been love at first sight. Which meant... "Your brother is Cooper Anderson?" he asks excitedly, Cooper was amazing.
Blaine groans. "Yes," he answers shortly. "Now, let's get changed, we have plans for tonight."
Kurt is shocked at Blaine's reaction to the mentioning of his family, but he lets Blaine change the subject, still not wanting to push his boyfriend. "Plans?"
Blaine smiles but it doesn't quiet reach his eyes and Kurt decides he hates seeing Blaine like this. "Plans, yes. Go get dressed; we shall leave in an hour."
Kurt changes into a plain white shirt, complimented by a black and gold bow tie. He matches it with his Louis Vuitton casual blazer. Blaine hadn't given him anymore clues as to where they were going tonight, so he dresses on a whim. Once Kurt has on his slim-fitting black trousers and stylish Valentino dress shoes, he hums approvingly at his reflection in the mirror. It's an outfit he would post to Tumblr on a morning before school, he knows he looks good.
"Are you ready?" he hears Blaine calling from the other room.
"Almost," he shouts back as he makes the last few adjustments to his hair. After one last look in the mirror, he walks out.
"Wow," Blaine says as Kurt steps into the room. "You-you look amazing."
"Thank you." Kurt smiles brightly. "You do, too," he says, and Blaine does. He's dressed similar to Kurt, a pastel blue long sleeved button down rolled up at the sleeves, and a tight pair of smart pants (Kurt can't wait to see the view from behind).
Blaine places a hand on Kurt's elbow and pulls him in to a quick kiss. "Come on," he says, "The car is waiting."
Kurt smiles and they leave the apartment and walk to the lift. "The car?"
"My parents'," Blaine says in explanation. "I rarely use it, but I thought it would add to the evening."
They pass Henry as they exit the building who wishes them a good evening. Outside is a black sleek Mercedes-Benz S Class, he knows because he remembered how his father would love when one of these came into the shop. He stares in admiration for a few seconds before Blaine gently nudges him and opens the door for him. Kurt smiles his thanks and enters the car carefully, relishing in the feel of the luxurious leather seats beneath him.
"This car is amazing," he says once Blaine is seated next to him.
"You know about cars?" Blaine asks, reaching out to hold Kurt's hand and resting them in the space between him.
"Only from what I've learnt from watching my dad work with them my whole life. I know my way around an engine," he winks.
Blaine chuckles. "I would love to see you all greased up bent over the hood of a car," he says and Kurt blushes. "Sorry, I just love seeing you blush." That only makes Kurt's face feel ten times hotter. "But listen," Blaine continues, stroking his thumb against Kurt's hand. "I'm sorry about before, -"
"Blaine, it's fine."
"No, no, it's not. I was short with you and I'm sorry."
"Really, it's fine," Kurt tries again.
"Please," Blaine says with a small smile and Kurt nods. "I love my family, don't get me wrong. I just hate it when people find out who they are, I get treated differently, and I know you wouldn't do that, it's just," Blaine sighs, "I don't know, I'm sorry."
Kurt rests his head on Blaine's shoulder, still meeting his boyfriend's eyes. "It doesn't matter to me who your family members are," he tells him seriously. "I was just a little shocked, I'm sorry for how I reacted."
Blaine kisses the top of his head, lips lingering for a few moments. "You have nothing to apologize for."
Kurt starts getting antsy and more and more curious as they start climbing the avenues. When Blaine still won't give anything away Kurt takes to looking out of the window for any possible clues.
"Calm down, beautiful. We're nearly there." Kurt doesn't even blush at the pet name, eager to know we're they're going.
The driver turns right onto 52nd St off of Eighth and slows down to a stop. Kurt sits, mouth agape, eyes wide, knowing he must look ridiculous but trying to comprehend that the car has just stopped outside of the Gershwin Theatre.
"Thank you, Reg," he hears Blaine say, distantly. A hand meets his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
The words seem to break his trance and Kurt answers, "Am I okay? Blaine, Wicked?"
"Wicked," Blaine confirms.
Kurt barely recollects leaving the car, finding it hard to focus on anything that isn't the amazing building in front of him. He has performed on this stage, but he has never seen this musical and he's always wanted to so, so badly.
Last time, he and Rachel had snuck in through the stage door, missing the beautiful lobby. Blaine hands the attendant the tickets and leads Kurt up the stairs and to their seats.
"How did you manage to get center front row?" Kurt asks, admiring the exterior of the theatre and amazing stage.
"I booked these a while ago," Blaine admits. "As soon as I knew the date you were coming, I had to. I remember you saying how much you love Wicked, and the first time I heard you sing it was Defying Gravity."
Kurt is close to tears, overwhelmed once again by the experience and, god, his boyfriend is so amazing. "Thank you," he whispers.
Blaine grabs his hand as the lights start to dim. "Enjoy."
Kurt leaves the theatre emotionally drained. The ride home seems faster than the one into the city, but Kurt uses the time to reflect anyway. Today he arrived in New York, the city of his dreams, to meet the boy he's in love with and has done things never even imagined he could do; like walking hand in hand with his boyfriend in Central Park, and seeing on of his favorite Broadway shows that took his breath away.
"Are you okay? You've been quiet," Blaine comments as they walk into his apartment.
"Today was amazing." Kurt smiles as Blaine turns to face him, pulling him into a hug.
"Are you ready for bed?"
"When have you ever known me to sleep before stupid-o'clock in the morning?" he jokes, melting against Blaine's body. "But no, not really. I'm tired, but I don't think I could sleep."
"Yeah, me either," Blaine says, kissing Kurt's head and breaking the hug. He takes Kurt's hand in his and leads them towards the couch. "How about we throw on a movie and just relax?"
"That sounds amazing."
They decide on The Sound of Music but they're both asleep before the title song, cuddled together on the couch.