"Why are you shoving your phone in my face?" Blaine asked suspiciously.
"Because I am going to need to get this on film," Kurt replied, laughing. Blaine had taken the train up to New York to spend the weekend with Kurt, even skipping school on Friday. Kurt had made him Blaine dress up and he took him out to a fancy early dinner. They were now walking, hand in hand, through Times Square at about 6 PM on Saturday night. Instead of simply wandering, Kurt started leading the way and they were soon stopped in front of the Gershwin Theater. Blaine knew exactly what plays here: Wicked. He simply let his mouth fall open.
"Wow," Blaine whispered.
"Want to go inside?" Kurt asked.
"Kurt, we can't just go inside," Blaine said. This moment was bringing back memories from when Rachel dragged him inside illegally when they were in New York for nationals their junior year, but Kurt was not that daring.
"Yeah, you're right. I guess we need…," Kurt reached into his pocket, his phone still filming and fumbling in his hand, "…tickets!" Kurt pulled two pieces of paper out of his pocket and handed them to Blaine. Tears welled up in Blaine's eyes.
"Kurt…I can't accept..." Blaine began.
"Don't worry about the price. What matters is that this is one of your dreams. And I am more than happy to make it come true," Kurt said, posing for one final shot with a shocked, stunned Blaine. Instead of a simple smile, Blaine flung his arms around Kurt with the biggest, goofiest grin he ever had worn, sending Kurt's phone flying to the ground.
"Thank you so much!" Blaine yelled. With Blaine's arms still wrapped around him, Kurt rescued his phone from the ground.
"You are ever so welcome," Kurt replied, gently kissing Blaine on the lips. "Let's go," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's hand. They strolled inside, on the way to a dream come true.