We're floating in the air, look at the view from here.
"I really don't feel the need to do this," Kurt said.
Blaine grabbed his hand. "Oh come on, scaredy cat, it will be fun!" he said.
They were standing at the base of the Empire State Building. Kurt, dispite having lived in New York for almost two years, was terrified to go to the top. "I'm going to be right here with you," Blaine said.
Kurt sighed. "Fine, but if someone gets a vomit shower from 87 floors up, it's your fault," he said.
Blaine laughed. "Deal," he said.
"I'm glad you think I'm kidding," Kurt said.
They went inside and rode the elevator up, up so far that their ears popped. The doors opened, revealing a glass-enclosed floor with signs pointing to another elevator, meaning they had to go even higher.
Kurt glanced out a window and froze.
Blaine pulled on his arm. "Come on. It's perfectly safe. I promise," he said.
Kurt reluctantly followed him into an elevator, which took them to the top of the building. It spat them out in a gift shop, which had a door leading outside to the observation deck. They stepped outside and took a minute to adjust the whipping wind, but then they peered through the fence at the view.
"What do you think?" Blaine asked Kurt, who was clamped onto his arm.
"It's beautiful. It's high, but it's beautiful," Kurt said. They walked around and around the observation deck for at least an hour, before heading back inside. Kurt had to buy a t-shirt that said something about surviving the Empire State Building observation deck to wear to bed, but then they rode the elevator down, glad they did it.