A.N: Right, so, this story is basically going to cover a year's worth of weekends in New York with Klaine! What I'd really love is if people could recommend things for them do do/dates for them to go on in reviews, that'd really help. Each of the chapters is going to be a different weekend, and they're probably not going to be super long. But, there are 52 weeks in a year - that's at least 52 glorious, Klaine-filled dates.

If there's anyone here who read my story, My Friend Delia, then I'm sorry for that one. I've hit a big road block and I don't know what to do with it. I'll keep it there in case I ever add to it, but in case you didn't realise… it's on major hiatus.

I know that's gonna piss off Chloe, and I'm sorry for that.

But, this chapter is dedicated to her. Cheeky-Chops. Check her out, love her stuff. For me, guys :) x

Sunday, August 26th, 2012

Kurt's First Full Day in his New York Apartment

"It's so…"

"Small. Decrepit. Gross."

"I was going to say homey."

Kurt Hummel smiled at his ever-optimistic boyfriend, Blaine Anderson. Blaine shrugged and smiled back.

"It really is homey, Kurt. I'd never lie to you." Blaine smiled. Kurt sighed and sat on the bed, crossing his legs and looking around.

"You worry me, Blaine. If this is what you think is homey." Kurt said. Blaine laughed and sat down next to Kurt on the bed, clasping his hands in his lap and looking at the ceiling.

"It seems pretty safe. I'll be fine as long as I know that you're safe." Blaine told both Kurt and himself. Kurt looked at him and tilted his head to the side slightly.

"Blaine… you okay?" Kurt asked.

Blaine looked at him and blinked quickly. He was sure he'd used up all of his tears crying in the days before Kurt left. Apparently not, it seemed, when they began to spill over once more.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and let him cry into his sweater.

And this was his good cashmere sweater.

Nobody had ever cried into this before, but none of that mattered. Kurt knew that it would take Blaine time to adjust to him being gone. Blaine sat up again and rubbed his eyes, shaking his head and laughing.

"I'm an idiot." Blaine sniffed. Kurt shook his head.

"You're not an idiot, Blaine. You're not." Kurt reassured him. Blaine gave a small smile and rubbed at his eyes once more.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't bring you down like this. You're here on your own." Blaine said. Kurt flopped down onto his bed with such grace that a prima ballerina herself would be jealous and shrugged.

"The only negative here, apart from the seedy apartment, is the fact that you're not going to be with me all the time. And my dad." Kurt said. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's midsection and nodded.

"It's gonna suck without you, Kurt." Blaine murmured. Kurt looked down at Blaine and pressed his hand to the side of Blaine's face.

"Like I said. Skype, every day. I don't care if the world is ending; you're going to Skype me." Kurt said. Blaine smiled and nodded.

"Of course." Blaine reassured him. Kurt smiled and sat up, walking over to the small window in his apartment and pushing it open. Immediately, a faint, smoggy smell and the noise of traffic and the hustle and bustle of the city flooded in.

Kurt should have found it slightly off-putting, but he didn't. It soothed him in an odd sort of way - it was almost like he knew he'd found his place in life.

And when Blaine walked up behind him and snaked his arms around his waist, it felt even better.

"I love you. Don't ever forget that." Kurt mumbled. Blaine nodded.

"I know. I love you too." Blaine replied. At that moment, Blaine let go of Kurt's waist and walked over to his desk, where a small stack of sticky notes sat. He picked up a pen and scrawled something down on it.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked. Blaine took off the sticky note and stuck it to the wall behind Kurt's bed.

"There. So you don't forget." Blaine said. Kurt read the sticky note.

I love you.

"Like I'd forget that, Blaine." Kurt laughed. Blaine smiled and shrugged.

"I didn't think you'd forget it. I just wanted you to always know." Blaine said. Kurt smiled and walked over to Blaine, taking his hands gently.

"Thank you for being here. Staying with me on my first day." Kurt said. Blaine nodded and smiled.

"Of course." he replied. He kissed Kurt gently, his grip tightening over Kurt's hands.

"It's really not homey, is it? It's just gross." Kurt said. Blaine laughed and shook his head.

"I give you a week, and you'll make it homey." Blaine said.

"Yeah?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah. You'll give this place a good dose of Kurt Hummel and it'll be great." Blaine reassured him. Kurt smiled and sat down on the bed once more.

"The big city. It seems kinda surreal, now that I'm here." Kurt said. Blaine sat down next to him.

"You'll get used to it. I'll get used to it. We'll get used to it." Blaine smiled.

A/N: Okay, there's chapter 1 :D
I just want to say that, with this story, I'm not focusing on the fact that a plane ticket to and from New York every weekend would be mind numbingly expensive. I understand it's a big plot hole, but that's not the point of this. The point is FLUFF. CUTE, ADORABLE, ROMANTIC, SEXY KLAINE FLUFF :D