Kurt and Blaine were sitting at Blaine's kitchen table. The only thing on it was a pen and a very important piece of paper. The deadline for NYADA admissions was only a week away, and they wanted to make sure Blaine's acceptance reply made it on time. All the paper needed was his signature and it would be official: Blaine would be joining Kurt at NYADA in the fall. "And you're sure this is what you want?" Kurt asked him.
"Of course it's what I want," Blaine replied. He picked up the pen.
"Wait!" Kurt yelled. "Are you doing this for yourself or for me?" he asked.
"I'm doing it for both of us. I want to go to this school, and I want to be with you," Blaine replied.
"You know I would be happy for you wherever you went," Kurt said.
"I know that. But this is what I want. In ten years, I want to have a lead role in a Broadway musical, be living in New York, and be married and living in an apartment near Central Park with you," Blaine said. The confidence showed in his voice.
"If it's what you really want, then do it," Kurt said.
Blaine signed the paper and stuck it in the envelope, already addressed to the NYADA department of admissions. He stood up and picked up the envelope and held out his hand to Kurt. "Come with me?" he asked.
Kurt laced his fingers with Blaine's and they went to the mailbox and Blaine placed the letter inside. They then sat down on the front steps.
"What should we do in New York?" Blaine asked.
"I have my plans," Kurt said slyly. "I have a list of restaurants and shows and little dives we can go to."
"Can we have a place? Like, somewhere where we always go? Somewhere that we can call our place?"
"We can have a place." Kurt leaned in and kissed his boyfriend as the mailman pulled up and took the letter from the mailbox.
"It's real. It's really happening," Blaine said, smiling.
"Yes it is," Kurt said. It was a wonderful feeling.