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Rachel smiled amusingly in response, feeling Kurt shift restlessly against her side as they waited outside their apartment building for their ride. Kurt’s impatience with late running taxis was a common occurrence.

“Kurt, please refresh my mind on how long we’ve both been living here in New York?”

“A little over four years.” Kurt grumbled.

“Yes, and you still act so surprised when the taxi cabs are running late. It’s New York. Maybe one day a miracle will occur and it’ll arrive exactly on time when we least expect it.”

Rachel made sure to throw a wide grin at Kurt, getting a roll of the eyes in return from him.

“I swear you’re too optimistic sometimes. That’s more than fine, though. It just means that I’ve become more of a New Yorker than you.”

“What?” Rachel exclaimed, taking a step back from Kurt to properly express her outrage.

New York has been her dream since her once growing young mind finally grasped onto the concept of what it was. She was a New Yorker at heart even when she was living in Lima, Ohio. There was absolutely no way she was going to allow her New Yorker status be called in question. Not even by her best friend.

“Do I need to remind you, Kurt, that I --”

“Oh, look! It’s our cab,” Kurt gleefully interrupted, tugging on Rachel’s arm and opening the door to their taxi once it had pulled over to the curb.

“Just because our taxi cab has arrived does not mean you have escaped from getting set straight,” Rachel huffed, joining Kurt into the backseat as he informed the driver of their desired location. When her best friend processed the meaning of her words, she smirked when he sat back dejectedly with a sigh.

“You’re going to lecture me in this cab until we reach Callbacks, aren't you?”

Rachel grinned widely at her soon to be schooled best friend.

“Yep.”