Kurt and Blaine sat perched on the roof of their building, watching the cars that looked so tiny creep by on the busy streets. They each had a mug of hot chocolate in their hands, even though it wasn't actually that cold out. It was something they loved to do and they went up there almost every single night. "I love this city," Kurt said. "Especially at night."
"Me too," said Blaine. "But only sometimes. Times Square and Rockafellar are nice at night. Sometimes it's creepy over here."
Kurt laughed. "That's very true," he said. They were quiet for a minute, watching the lights of the far away buildings twinkle. They let the sounds of the city fill their ears: honking cars, sometimes a person yelling, loud music.
"Would you want to live here forever?" Blaine asked Kurt suddenly.
Kurt had to think for a minute. "I'm not sure," he said.
"Maybe living in a suburb would be nice, one that's not too far away so I could commute. What about you?"
"I think I would get sick of it after a while," Blaine replied. "I mean, I love it now. It's really exciting and there's so much to do. But I think eventually I'll miss having a lawn and having a quiet night, without all the horns and sirens."
"Well, we have lots of time to think about it. We're both going to school here, but who knows what could happen," Kurt said. "Come on, let's go inside. It's getting chilly." Kurt stood up, grabbed his mug, and helped Blaine to his feet.
Blaine grabbed the blanket they were sitting on and followed Kurt back inside.