It was a crisp, spring Saturday night during McKinley's April vacation. Blaine had opted to spend the week in New York with Kurt. It was their last night together before Blaine had to return home to go to school on Monday. They were sitting together, curled up on the bench in the window, their bodies entangled, talking and staring out at the New York skyline. "I wish you would get to see the skyline better," Kurt said to Blaine. Blaine sighed.
"Honestly, Kurt, this has been the best week ever. I've seen every nook and cranny of the city. I'm perfectly happy here, with you," Blaine said, pecking Kurt on the lips gently. Kurt looked around and then got a marvelous idea. Without a word, Kurt untangled himself from Blaine, threw him a coat, grabbed a bundle of blankets, and led him over to another window, which he cracked open, revealing the fire escape that led to the roof. "What are we doing?" Blaine asked.
"We are getting a better view of the skyline. I go up here at night to think sometimes," Kurt said nonchalantly, shimmying through the window, out onto the platform, and beginning the slightly harrowing climb up three stories of ladders and platforms. Blaine followed, and Kurt diligently made sure that Blaine was safely behind him the entire time. It was freezing cold outside, such as a typical New York City spring night, and the boys were soon enough curled up on the concrete surface of the roof under a fluffy comforter, in each other's arms. Blaine took a deep breath and gasped. The skyline was lit up with people's late night adventures and it looked stunning.
"Kurt, this is amazing," Blaine whispered, his eyes filling with tears.
"You're amazing," Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine on the cheek. Blaine snuggled into Kurt's warm shoulder and felt completely at peace. The boys stayed up there for hours and were warmed from the freezing air by each other's love and devotion.