There was no better time to show off Central Park to one of the Glee Club’s latest additions to New York City than when a fresh blanket of snow put a soft white blanket over the trees, statues, bridges and fountains that lined the twisting paths through one of Blaine’s favorite places to be. Mike had yet to experience the scenery fully, as far as Blaine knew, and that was –or should be– a crime. Why not steal a day when classes were cancelled and neither one of them had many plans to check that item off Mike’s too-busy-to-really-enjoy-the-city first few months of getting settled into NYADA’s and living in New York City’s routine?
Standing at the gate he’d texted his friend to meet him at, a thermos of warm apple cider in each hand, Blaine used the tip of a black boot to mess around with the clumps of snow at his feet. A brow lifted up in his concentrated attempt to Etch-A-Sketch away a circular pattern by swiping his foot back and forth over it to flatten out the sparkling powder underneath his sole. He’d barely begun a careful crescent shape when a shadow ghosted itself into view. “Sorry, waiting for–,” he looked up ready to excuse himself if he was blocking someone and his smile went from apologetic to brilliantly delighted. Mike! “Waiting for you! Hey! Hope you like cider,” he lifted the silver and black beverage container in his right hand to give it a light ‘look here!’ shake before holding it out to him. “Make the walk so much better. Ready for the view of a lifetime?”
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