A/N: Okay! So Claire and I are officially out of ideas.
That's a lie. We have 46 prompts sitting in our prompt book, but we're tired of looking at them. So please, send in your requests. And we'll actually do them this time. *slack
It got cold at night.
Really cold.
Kurt and Blaine cuddled on their inflatable mattress - it had cost them under five bucks from a thrift shop, and it didn't inflate all the way, but it had lasted them a month already.
Two thin blankets lay on top of them, tucked under their shivering bodies to keep the heat in. They had been in their suitcases from the plane ride over.
Blaine's stomach grumbled and he winced.
"Sorry." he murmured at Kurt's sympathetic expression.
He couldn't see the other man very well - the night loomed in, just adding to their misery.
"Are you working tomorrow?" Blaine asked softly, but Kurt shook his head in the darkness, making the whole mattress wobble.
"I begged them for a shift...but..."
Blaine sighed and nodded, tilting his head to press a long kiss to his forehead.
"I'll go busking tomorrow so we can eat." he said against his forehead, not even needing to see to know that Kurt didn't approve.
"Okay." he finally murmured.
It had been a long month in New York.
They thought they could do it - they'd been apartment hunting since Blaine had graduated, and had found this little box sized apartment with barely enough room for the two of them. But the rent was cheap and it was a roof over their head...
But Kurt's job barely gave him shifts, and Blaine still had no luck in getting hired.
It was so hard, but the boys powered through.
They went to bed with the sun, because they couldn't afford to hook up the electricity. They walked everywhere to avoid cab fees.
Most nights they went hungry - trying to save just so they could pay the rent.
Some nights they cried themselves to sleep, already dreading having to wake up and start the day again.
But one thing kept them going.
One thing kept them living like this - kept them from seeking help from their parents.
It was going to get better, and they were going to do it together.
A/N: So this is going to be me when I move to New York. Miserable and broke.
Also, I'm going to take all of the mutli chaptered fics and put them in separate stories tonight, and then change the order of the fics so the ones with one or two sequels that I can't be effed to put into it's own story are together.