Cause I know you like the back of my hand. I got a heart of gold and a piece of land.
From the rooftop of their building, Kurt and Blaine could barely see the glow of Times Square when they sat up there at night, but only if it was overcast, meaning no moon or stars or natural light.
"It seems so close," Blaine said.
"Four subway stops," Kurt said.
"But it's still so far," Blaine continued. "I mean, I just started at NYADA, I haven't been in anything in New York yet, or even gotten any callbacks, and I'm still told that if I go to this school, I'll be on Broadway in five years," Blaine said.
"Look at Rachel. She did it in less than a year," Kurt said.
"Yeah, but I'm not Rachel. I don't have her drive or determination. Or her audacity," Blaine said.
Kurt laughed. "Yeah, no one is Rachel," he said.
"Do you ever think about moving out of New York?" Blaine asked.
"Like to Los Angeles or Chicago or Orlando or something?" Kurt asked.
Blaine shook his head. "No, like to a place with rolling hills and a little picket fence and an actual yard," he said.
"That could be nice," Kurt said. "But decisions like that are so far away. I still don't know what I'm singing for the voice recital next week."
"That's true. But it's fun to plan," Blaine said.
Kurt nodded. "It is. And wherever we end up, we'll end up there together, right?" Kurt asked.
Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt. "Of course we will," he replied. He flung his arm around Kurt and pulled him into him. They sat up there for a while, listening to the sounds of New York. Although sometimes they were a little noisy, they were almost soothing.