Once Upon a New York Dream - A Klaine Fanfiction

Chapter Four - And All That Jazz

During act two, Kurt couldn't help but get into a groove as his audition song for the Glee Club began to play. Mister Cellophane was his kryptonite as his body swayed in time with the music, his fingers tapping against the back of Blaine's hand. Which only made Blaine's lips curl into a tight smile as he looked over towards Kurt who was clearly enjoying the musical. Blaine moved his free hand to rest against the other's arm, his fingers tracing Kurt's arm comfortingly before moving his gaze back to the performance. 

Kurt couldn't have been more relaxed as the Warbler touched his arm, in fact it made his heart skip a beat every now and again. As Mister Cellophane came to an end, Kurt cheered clapping his free hand against his arm excitedly. Kurt then leaned back into his seat, moving his position to slightly lean against Blaine's arm, somehow fitting perfectly against the other. Normally, this would be the moment where Kurt would get completely overwhelmed, like things were moving too fast and he was unable to control them, but in this moment Kurt couldn't have been more comforted by having Blaine next to him. 

As the finale began to play the reprise of All That Jazz, Kurt rose to his feet pulling Blaine with him as he gave a standing ovation to the incredible cast. His free hand wiping away an emotionally happy tear that had crawled down his face, as he began to jump up and down in excitement cheering probably way to expressively. Blaine on the other hand watched Kurt with a proud smile swooping across his face, clapping rather moderately compared to Kurt. The cast finished their final bow before the safety curtain closed for the final time. 

Kurt bent down to gather up his belongings that he'd stuffed underneath his seat before standing up and facing Blaine with a massive grin on his face. "Oh my gosh, how incredible was that, Blaine?!" Kurt exclaimed as his hand impulsively against Blaine's arm, not thinking about what he was truly doing, deciding to live in the moment. 

Blaine flashed a smile of admiration towards Kurt, his voice humming happily as he replied, "I don't think I've seen anything as amazing as that in a long time, and that's saying something. I live for Broadway. . ." As he finished his sentence, he linked arms with Kurt and lead them both out of the theatre. The cold New York breeze hitting them as soon as they stepped outside. Blaine pulled his beanie hat over his gelled hair and tightened his scarf around his neck before linking his arm back with Kurt's. 

"So. . . uh, Kurt, did you want to go and grab some food? It's my last night here and I was planning on just ordering room service alone, but it'd be kind of sad to eat alone if there was an option to get something with you instead." Blaine didn't want to be too forward, however he equally didn't want to go back to his lonely and isolated hotel room. "I'm not very good at. . . whatever this is, so. . ."

As Blaine tried to finish his sentence, Kurt cut him off, "Whatever this is?". He repeated smirking as he looked over towards the clearly anxious Blaine, "Well I couldn't have you go back to your hotel room and order food all alone now could I?" A hint of mischievousness crossed his voice, "C'mon, I know this cute little diner that sells the most amazing milkshakes. Although it's in Brunswick, if that's okay with you? I'll bring you back to Manhattan afterwards, don't worry."  

Kurt's words had obviously relaxed Blaine as a smile crept back on his face, his arm linking tighter with Kurt as he moved slightly closer to him. Nodding slowly, Blaine grinned, "That sounds great, would make a change from all the Filipino food I make at home anyway." There was no way he could ever say no to going to Brunswick now, he needed to find out more about Kurt and their feelings. Something magical had happened at the theatre, and it wasn't something Blaine could let go of quickly. 

They walked towards the Grand Central ready to get the J train all the way to Brunswick. Kurt's hand slid down the others arm until he reached his hand, intertwining them as he began to swing their hands back and forth. He looked across to Blaine for a brief moment, sighing softly, deciding whether or not to rip off the bandaid. . . "B-Blaine?" Kurt mumbled softly, his hand squeezing the others tightly at this point. "Whilst we were at Dalton together, I know it was only for a brief time, I. . . I, um, I kept trying to make a move on you. I wanted to confess my feelings towards you, I wanted you to know how you made my heart skip a beat each time you looked in my direction. I wanted so badly to take you to the Lima Bean for coffee or out to Breadstix." Kurt spoke in one swoop, not taking a breath, just rambling, he needed to get everything out in the open while he had the chance. 

"Kurt. . ." Blaine whispered softly, stopping the pair in their tracks. Blaine's gaze quickly looked around him for a moment, taking in the twinkling stars that were shining above Central Park. He then returned his gaze to Kurt, his hands moving out of Kurt's grip to Kurt's cheeks, cupping them gently as he pulled the other closer towards him. His lips grazing against the others softly, his hands gliding down the others arms until they reached his waist, wrapping his arms around and closing the gap between them. 

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