A/N: March is special for a lot of reasons. Glee ended on the 20th last year. This fic was first published March 25th, five years ago. March is crazy. I'm sorry for this fic. For bringing back memories and hope that maybe I'll upload more. I'm supposed to be working on the sequel to Vesper, and I'm also supposed to be working on a Cats fic that I've been writing. But instead I'm writing Klaine. Why? No idea. I think I'm nostalgic because I just started planning another overseas trip.
Anyway. I haven't left the fandom, and I haven't left Darren or Chris. I'm very up to date with both boys and I'll be following them around for a very long time, methinks. And I'm still on Tumblr looking at Glee posts, so I'm very much still here. I'm just not... posting.
Please enjoy this random chapter from nowhere. It's set as if Kurt and Blaine had never been to New York before, and are just visiting. It's vaguely reminiscent of my own experience in New York.
"My uncle said that we have to get one of these vendor hotdogs…" Blaine said, stopping mid-conversation to gaze wistfully at the vendor cart.
Kurt wrinkled his nose, shaking his head, "No way. That's like food poisoning in a van. Come on, they've got good Halal a cart down…you liked the chicken over rice with white sauce, yeah?"
Blaine stood stubbornly in front of the cart, trying to decide which toppings he'd get.
"Blaine…please… I'm not cleaning you when you vomit it all back up…"
Blaine chuckled softly, reaching for his hand and squeezing it gently, "Come on. It's an experience…"
Kurt huffed, but indulgently stood with Blaine.
"Do you want one?" he asked, cocking his head as he fished a dollar from his pocket.
"No. No way, thanks…" Kurt laughed softly, gazing up at the vendor.
The man gave them a look, his eyebrows raised, and smiled with a little too much enthusiasm.
"Hi!" Blaine beamed brightly, "Can I just get one hotdog with everything except mushrooms? I'm allergic…"
A small smile widened on Kurt's lips. Blaine sounded almost apologetic that he couldn't have those mushrooms, and Kurt wondered where he got the notion of volunteering such useless information. It was endearing, but completely redundant. The vendor didn't care.
"Of course," he smiled, taking the dollar from Blaine and scooping a thin, wrinkled sausage from the vat, none-too-delicately stuffing it into a bun. He layered the toppings, and some fell out as he passed it through the small window to Blaine.
"Thank you!" Blaine grinned happily, already moving to take a bite – the bun with everything in it almost too big for his mouth.
Kurt watched him from the corner of his eye as they started walking, and Blaine made a pleased sound as he swallowed his first mouthful.
"Mm, it's good!" he exclaimed.
"For now…" Kurt warned, "And we have to go see Hamilton tonight, so you better not be sick for it."
Blaine laughed softly, "I won't, I promise…"
Kurt grinned over at him fondly, reaching for his hand after he'd wiped it on the back of his jeans.
"We should come to Times Square more often…" Blaine hummed softly, closing his eyes as they walked, letting Kurt lead him.
Kurt nodded slightly, working extra hard to keep the masses from bumping into Blaine. The streets were always busy, and Kurt guessed that was the appeal for Blaine. Personally, he didn't like it – it reminded him too much of school. But… at least they could hold hands here.
Blaine's eyes snapped open as he heard someone calling – a street crier, selling tickets to… something. Kurt rarely paid attention these days, but he liked to indulge Blaine. He took the flyer, listening to the speech and agreeing with everything the crier said, before promising to buy tickets and continuing on. Blaine was a people pleaser.
"I love this, you know?" Blaine murmured, humming to himself as they walked, "I don't think this could get any better."
Kurt smiled again as they passed tourists taking photos with the police – something he'd never quite understood. He squeezed Blaine's hand.
"I love you," he said softly, loud enough only for Blaine to hear. In the hustle bustle of the city, it still felt private. Safe. Theirs.
Blaine's whole body language improved, and he stopped there – almost right in the middle of Times Square, and cupped Kurt's face, kissing him deeply.
It was met with a few wolf-whistles right and left, but Kurt ignored those. He much preferred that than the slushies, or the locker-checks.
"I love you," Blaine whispered back, right against his lips, and Kurt wanted to melt.
It didn't get old.
"Oh shit," Blaine murmured, wrinkling his nose, "That hot dog is coming back…"
Kurt's eyes bulged and he stepped away, wincing, "Told you so…"
Blaine wrinkled his nose, taking in a huge breath, "No, no… it's just… just indigestion," he groaned slowly, his hand on his sternum.
Kurt laughed softly, stepping forward and rubbing his back, "Poor Blaine…" he murmured, "Come on…let's go back to the motel and go relax…and maybe find you some Mylanta…"
"No, no…" Blaine whined softly, "It's fine…" he whispered, "Just a bit longer here…"
Kurt smiled a little, watching Blaine as he closed his eyes, loving the feel of the city, the rhythm beneath the streets of the subway on its tracks. They'd explored the city for seven days now, but this was their first day without plans – only the Broadway show later. They'd walked through the bottom corner of Central Park that morning, ending up in Times Square.
Blaine seemed drawn to it – he'd bought too much from the Hershey's store, and the Disney store. They were almost broke, but luckily their trip was almost over.
"One day we'll come live here…" Blaine breathed softly, glancing over at Kurt, "We'll make it big, and we'll have to cross Times Square every morning to get to work. And we'll sing in the shower and the neighbours will curse and bang on the wall for us to shut up, because we'll be so close to them they'll hear everything…"
Kurt raised an eyebrow without judgement – just acknowledging that he was listening.
"It'll be perfect…" Blaine murmured, "And we'll kiss at midnight when the ball drops, and go to the Rockefeller centre to watch the special guests…" he shrugged.
Kurt gave him a small smile, reaching for his hand again and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
"I can't wait."