author's note: yeah. I'm glee deprived, and let's face it. Kurt and Blaine killed everyone with their undeniable flirting in 'Baby It's Cold Outside', a song I currently know both parts to. And I don't know how I came up with this, I just know I had this image in my head when I was washing my hands in the bathroom. Link for some stuff on my profile.

Mojo Jobo

It was no question on how much they stood out right now. Their radiating blue blazers with the red trim clearly stood out if there were seventeen high school boys wearing it. The navy blue did not blend in with the usual grey outfits roaming the street. Kurt smiles at this revelation, realizing he's still is within personality, but the difference is he's in a personality of a group, and he was an individual, because the Warbler's themselves were all just one idea, sticking out.

Kurt glances around, clutching his own white mocha, seeing many other members drinking some form of coffee in preparation of their dress rehearsal for Nationals. Blaine stands beside him, a wondrous and innocent grin as he looks up upon the obnoxiously tall New York buildings.

"This is awesome." He says, and Kurt can't help but nod in agreement with a smile. It really was, but for him it was because of the unity of the group.

"Okay, guys." The real director of the Dalton Academy's Warblers, Alan Morrow, spoke, trying to bring a sense of directions to the excited group of men before him. "Nationals is in three days. Now, tomorrow, we're working our asses off instead, because I figured that today…" The Warblers hitched their breath at the tone changes of Mr. Morrow who usually displayed a very strict character. "Well, you can explore New York."

The Warblers cheered with various tones of, 'Hell yes!' Kurt grinned and subconsciously looked at Blaine, who was already grinning back at him.

"BUT if you aren't in your hotel rooms by 9pm sharp, you can officially call yourself an ex-Warbler. You only need twelve members to go on." They all gulped at the threat, and even Kurt, who was already warmed up well to the director, merely for the fact that he was a countertenor, found this piece of information slightly frightening.

"Now scram." He waved off with his hand, and Kurt isn't sure how but everyone seems to split into three groups.

Blaine grins at the guys before him, his gaze lingering on Kurt's a little longer than intended before turning his attention back to all of them. "So, guys… What's first?"

Ryan is the first one to grin wickedly, showing that he already has a godforsaken plan for them.

Before he can talk, Kurt speaks up.

"Let's go back to the hotel."

They widen their eyes at him as if he's officially gone mad. He rolls his eyes at the dramatic gestures. "No, not to be a bore. To get out of these damn uniforms. Then we can do whatever Ryan was scheming." They all smile at the fact that Kurt wasn't being uptight, which admittedly, he sometimes was. "Maybe." Kurt hesitantly says, about the Ryan comment, as they walk back.

Blaine notices, and laughs, before lifting his head to strain his neck to look at the mesmerizing shine of the glass on the buildings.

Blaine places his hands into the pockets of his near black-tinted jeans, and scrunches up the sleeves of the purple checkered button up, along with his black vest on top. It's casual and dressy, and that's what he needed, not knowing where they would turn up in the day. Thankfully, they had all been up and ready at seven in the morning, so they had plenty of time before nine o'clock.

"Ready to go?" Blaine asks, when he sees the familiar pair of Hugo Boss shoes shuffling in his direction. He glances upwards, only to reveal Kurt's mouth open in shock slightly. His own eyes widen when he sees the Gucci v-nest cardigan that Kurt sports with a simple black bow tie.

"Is everything okay?" He questions aloud at the boy's expression, but it feels like his subconscious mind asking him the question.

Kurt closes his mouth and nods, "Yeah, yeah. Um, where's everyone else?"

"Still changing. We're supposed to wait down here 'til they show up." Blaine laughs. "You'd think that since we're gay we'd take longer."

Kurt smiles charmingly. "Yeah, you'd think."

Soon enough, four more boys came down and declared that they were ready to go.

Somehow, coffee was actually the first thing on their minds.

First they visited the New York Central Park.

"I think these flowers resemble my grandpa's art design on his motorcycle," Wes stated bluntly, his face up front of marigolds and daisies.

"You're grandfather has daisies on his bike?" David asks, eyes narrowed, and eyebrows raised.

Wes shrugs, "I know right? What's up with that?"

"Maybe he's gay." Kurt says bluntly, carefully sipping his hot caramel macchiato.

Wes and David somehow burst into laughter at the statement, because usually it would be a crude joke, but since it was coming from a very good friend who was gay himself, they found it incredulously hilarious.

"Hey, guys, are those girls walking our way?" The last member of the inner group, Zach, with black shaggy hair, says excitedly. Kurt rolls his eyes, and sits next to Blaine on one of the benches, who has one of his elbows propped up against the bench, and the one clenching his cold mocha frappuccino.

Blaine is oblivious to the girls as well, but seemingly notices them when they wave. At him.

Blaine coughs on air and the frappuccino when the two brunettes smile flirtatiously at him and wave his way. David, Wes, Ryan, and Zach glance at him in disbelief and pouts. Blaine politely waves back, extremely uncomfortable. He suddenly recognizes a sound of snickers and laughs coming from next to him.

Kurt laughs loudly when, and Blaine notes the melodic sound for what he hopes eternally in his mind.

"Aw!" Ryan whines, obnoxiously. "That is so not fair! Why you? You're gay!"

Blaine smiles sheepishly.

"I think you need help displaying that you're gay." Kurt says, trying to muffle his enjoyment at the event.

"Are you offering?" Blaine notices what he said right away, when his own cheeks go red, and Kurt's mouth drops in shock.

"Um," he begins about to excuse the comment, but is cut off by Wes being… Wes.

"Yeah! Like, I'm sure there are some gay pride shirts somewhere in a souvenir store!"

Kurt and Blaine both roll their eyes this time. Sometimes, these guys were incredibly clueless.

Ryan walks beside Kurt, and knowing nudges his shoulder when he catches Kurt curiously glancing at Blaine who's absentmindedly chatting with Wes.

"So how's the Kurt and Blaine foreplay going lately?" He asks.

"Oh, fantastic, thanks for asking." Kurt retorts, sarcastically, playing along.

"Why don't you make a move already?" He asks, whining once again, annoyed.

"Um… cause I don't want to?" He replies, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well, why not? It's New York! People are much more versatile here. You could kiss Blaine in public a gajillion times," Kurt blushes profusely at Ryan's open mind. "And what about all that… jungle where dreams are made of?" He asks, referring to the song Kurt had been replaying on the bus ride to here.

"We tied Sectionals, we won Regionals, come on Kurt! And also what about all that mojo jobo, 'courage' stuff you and Blaine talk about?"

Kurt sighs heavily, because it's not the first time that he's been asked these things. David and Zach continuously pester him about Blaine, and feelings for Blaine, and how to get with Blaine, etc.

"If I want to be with Blaine, I don't want you and everyone else forcing it. And lately, that's all you guys are trying to do. And I'm not trying to sound rude, but this is something you should let me do on my own." Kurt concludes with an edge to his tone.

After a few minutes of silence, Ryan eventually nods his head in agreement. "Okay…Alright, I'll let the guys know, and we'll back off."

"Thank you." Kurt says, feeling only slightly guilty.

It starts to rain around 3pm and stupidly enough the boys all decide to do some sightseeing.

Most of the Warblers want to go to the Empire State Building, or visit the Statue of Liberty.

Kurt doesn't want that too much…

"Hey, what's going on?" Blaine asks softly, touching Kurt's shoulder when he notices Kurt staring at a building he couldn't grasp his eye on.

Kurt snaps out of his reverie and turns his attention back to the guys. "What? Nothing."

Blaine secretly tells them to let him and Kurt hang out for a little bit alone, and that they'll meet up for dinner later. They all gave him knowing glances, and smirks. "Shut up." He says, blushing, knowing what's going through their minds.

"Um, Kurt?" Blaine nervously asks.

"Yes?" Kurt smiles at him, turning his attention away from Wes, who was smirking at Blaine from behind his back at what the lead Warbler had planned.

"Can I take you somewhere?" He asks, wringing his hands together.

"Sure! Who's coming with us?" He enthusiastically asks.

"Um…Actually, I was thinking we could go alone." Blaine says, taking particular interest in how a certain bird was looking for a worm.

"Oh," Kurt blushes, a shy smile on his face. "Um, okay. Now?"

Blaine nods, and extends his arm out, hoping that—Kurt takes his hand.

"So where are we going?" Kurt asks curiously as they walk, as Blaine glances at his watch.

"A couple of months ago, after we won Regionals, and when we found out the dates when Nationals were being held, I did some research." Blaine stated, a grin forming at his words. "And well, there's a show going on, and I thought…" He stops talking and reaches into the vest pocket, before handing Kurt a scrap of paper.

"No way." Kurt breathes, eyes in shock when he reads the paper.

"I thought that maybe you and I could go see it." Blaine says, knowing Kurt absolutely would eternally be grateful for this.

"I can't believe I'm even holding this right now." Kurt says, still in disbelief as they stand in front of their destination.

"Just call me supermegafoxyawesomehot." Blaine teases.

"Supermegafoxyawesomehot." Kurt slurs the words together quickly.

"Ready?" Blaine says, holding out his hand again.

Kurt nods, and they walk hand in hand to the Broadway building to see the production of Wicked.

"Did you guys have fun?" Ryan winks in Kurt's direction, referring to the oh-so-obviously-a-date that Blaine took him out on.

Kurt bows his head, embarrassed looking at his spaghetti twirling it with his fork. Blaine glances to his side, where Kurt sat, with a loving look and smile. "Yeah," He says, slightly breathless. "Well, I did."

When Kurt looks back at Blaine with the same look, he can feel the rest of the Warblers rolling their eyes at the gooey-ness before them.

"Okay, Kurt what am I doing wrong?" Blaine asks, exasperated the next day at their dress rehearsal in the grand auditorium of NYU.

"What are you talking about?" He asks confused.

"I flirt with you all the time; I took you out on, not to be cocky, pretty much the best date anyone could ask for… If this whole relationship it's one-sided, I think you should tell me… And soon, so I don't start dying of extreme heartbreak."

All Kurt can blurt out is, "That was a date?"

Blaine rolls his eyes, "We were holding hands during the entire play!" He exclaims as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. The whole entire cast of Warblers are backstage, eyeing the two suspiciously and as quietly as they can.

"What is going on? Why aren't you guys re—" A voice is cut off by various voices of the Warblers, shushing whoever was talking.

They glanced up briefly, only to reveal to their horror that it was their strict director, Mr. Marrow.

Mr. Marrow follows his eyes to what the boys were looking at. And thankfully, most of the Warblers add, Kurt and Blaine had not noticed them.

"Blaine, you're not doing anything wrong." Kurt laughs, at the senior's speculations and dramatic tactics.

"Well… then help me out here." Blaine says confused.

Kurt smiles, "Thank you for the date. Are we going on another one?"

"I love you." Blaine replies quickly, not really sure himself where the hell that had come from. It's now that he notices the shock of the Warblers twenty feet away, backstage.

Kurt's eyes widen. "What great timing…" He laughs genuinely afterwards. "I love you too, though. Just thought I should tell you before you die of extreme heartbreak." Kurt rolls his eyes at the latter statement.

"Okay." Blaine smiles, accepting the answer. "Okay." He repeats again, his shoulders relaxing as he eases into a laugh. He turns his head to the Warblers, annoyed, and then back to Kurt who realized the glee club's presence as well. "I'd feel awkward kissing you in front of all of them, but I assure you, it will happen."

Kurt laughs awkwardly, and pecks Blaine's cheek, who suddenly feels very warm in the uniform. "Thank you for the reassurance." Kurt whispers in Blaine's ear.

They don't win Nationals, and to be honest, it really does piss everyone off that Vocal Adrenaline had won their…(was it seven?) seventh National show choir award. They clearly thought that the loss of Jesse St. James would make it easier to win, along with the hard driven director they had and long dress rehearsals. Clearly, Sunshine was parading around like a newly Fillipino Barbie… that could sing, and then they knew they were doomed.

On the bus ride back, Kurt can't help but realize that he won many other things. Closer friends, because of the crazy antics that Ryan had formed during the sightseeing, unity with the Warblers in uniform, a devoted love for coffee, and maybe a bigger devoted love for his boyfriend, Blaine.

Speaking of, who was currently lightly snoring and resting on his shoulder.

David, sitting in the seat behind him, leans forward to Kurt. "Guess this means you get your happy ending where you have a vampire baby going to Hogwarts."

Kurt confusedly laughs, slightly reminded of Brittany at the cluelessness of the statement. "Um, I think you're confusing your references, but," Kurt casually shrugs, hiding the meaning he felt. "Yeah, you could call it a happy ending."

"You got that right." Blaine sleepily mutters, lazily grabbing Kurt's hand to fall asleep to the softness. Kurt kisses the top of his curly hair, and couldn't wipe the grin off his face…Avoiding the proud gaze of his 'posse', and Mr. Marrow.

"AW! How cute!" Wes gushes quietly at first. "EVERYBODY, WATCH OUT! KURT AND BLAINE ARE GOING TO BE GETTING IT ON WHEN WE GET BACK TO DALTON!"

Yeah, that wakes Blaine up.