Kurt sat in the familiar interview office at NYADA, waiting.
Blaine was sitting in the tiny interview office with the dean of admissions.
Every so often, Kurt would strain his hearing to see if he could hear what was going on inside of the office, but he honestly did not want to know. He wanted to hear it from Blaine. He took a deep breath and bit at his nail nervously.
The door to the office creaked open and Blaine stepped out.
Kurt immediately stood. "Well? How did it go?" Kurt asked eagerly.
Blaine's face showed a mix of defeat, relief, and determination. "I…don't know," Blaine replied.
Kurt linked arms with Blaine and led him towards the door and out into the sunny day outside. They had stepped right out onto the streets of New York, with taxis wizzing by and people rushing around them. "Let's go for a walk. Get your head cleared," Kurt said.
Blaine nodded.
Kurt led him a few streets down, and soon, the lights of Broadway were visible. They walked to a giant building with signs for shows plastered on the outside: Newsies, Kinky Boots, Wicked, and many more, and Kurt stopped walking. "Look at this," he whispered in astonishment. He put his arms around Blaine's waist. "Remember, this is the dream. Remember, you want your face up here. And I don't think you need NYADA for that. I think that you could get here all by yourself. I mean, NYADA's a nice stepping stone, don't get me wrong," Kurt stopped to peck Blaine on the cheek.
"I think you're incredible." Blaine smiled. "Thank you. I needed that," he said.
Kurt linked arms with him again and began walking. "You know, since we have the whole weekend in New York, do you want to try to get rush seats for something?" Kurt asked excitedly.
Blaine's face lit up. "I'll race you to the box office for Matilda," Blaine said. He took off down the street, Kurt hot on his heels, laughing.