It had only been a month since Blaine made the giant leap of faith and moved to New York. He was living with Kurt in the loft. Although there were now more of them living there, they were still pinching pennies just to make ends meet. Blaine was heating up some leftovers in the microwave, trying to make a somewhat nice dinner for Kurt after his long day at work.
That's when Kurt burst through the door, a big smile on his face. "Stop what you're doing! We're going out for dinner!" Kurt said. They had not been out in weeks.
Blaine looked puzzled. "But I'm making this…um…" he looked at the congealed, steaming spaghetti in the Tupperware container in front of him, "…lovely dinner for us," Blaine said.
"We need to celebrate! This is my first paycheck that's for me! Not the landlord, not NYADA, me."
Blaine was still confused. "Kurt, what are you talking about?" Blaine asked.
Kurt sighed, getting annoyed. "I mean, I'm finally making a profit! My tuition is paid, I already set aside what I need for my portion of the rent, so I can spend this check on what I want!" He was still beaming, so proud of himself.
Blaine looked at the spaghetti again. It was looking less and less appetizing by the second.
"You know what, you're right! Let's go out!" Blaine said.
Kurt jumped up and down while Blaine grabbed his coat. They went down the stairs and got onto the subway, on their way to Times Square for a nice dinner.