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A/N: it doesn't really matter, but this is the suit blaine puts on. the visual for the scene is like *___* in my head so i thought i'd share.
25. Blaine.
The only thing in the entire world that Blaine loves more than Kurt is being with Kurt in New York City.
Kurt is ecstatic, wide-eyed and exclaiming over every landmark and iconic sight, and the best part is that he's holding Blaine's hand the whole time, because it's New York and nobody cares. They hold hands and hug and kiss in the middle of Times Square and no one bats an eye, and even though it's nighttime the lights make it look like day. Blaine grins at Kurt and sings softly, "Times Square can't shine as bright as you, you know it's true" and Kurt just smiles, his real, nose-crinkling, teeth-showing smile (Blaine loves all of Kurt's smiles but that one is his favorite) and kisses him again.
On the flight to LaGuardia they'd talked about going somewhere fancy for dinner, but they're too giddy to sit in a dark, quiet restaurant, so Kurt buys them both giant slices of pizza instead. They eat them while standing on the sidewalk, staring up at the billboards for various Broadway shows and looking like tourists, and their fingers are greasy and Blaine spills his soda and Kurt laughs at him and it's all the absolute best, Blaine thinks. He pulls out his iPhone and snaps a picture of himself kissing Kurt's cheek, and that's the best, too, so he makes it his Facebook default. (Two weeks ago, he'd changed his status to "In a Relationship with Kurt Hummel," an event that also goes on his list of things that are the best.)
"Everything is just the best," Blaine declares, leaning his head happily on Kurt's shoulder.
One other thing that's the best is that through amazing luck -- or, more likely, Mr. Schue's preoccupation with a billion other things -- Kurt and Blaine managed to score a hotel room to themselves. Well, okay, Mike had technically been assigned to stay with them, but because he's the best, too -- seriously, everything is the best! -- he'd offered to bunk with the other guys, even though it means he'll be sleeping on the floor. (Kurt had let Mike borrow his Tempurpedic pillow as a thank you gift.) Alone time has been even harder to come by now that their relationship is no longer a secret, because suddenly the possibility of them having sex exists, which means no more sleepovers for Blaine at Kurt's house, and when he does come over, the bedroom door stays open. That's one thing that's not the best, but then again, the fact that the possibility of them having sex exists is, Blaine thinks, pretty terrific.
Of course, out of things that are the best, the very best thing is Kurt, who tells Blaine he has a surprise for him tomorrow morning as they walk into their hotel room.
"What kind of surprise?" Blaine asks, grabbing Kurt around the waist and kissing him on both cheeks. He lowers his voice. "Is it a...sexy surprise?" He places tiny, feather-light kisses along the line of Kurt's jaw and Kurt's eyelashes flutter closed. He looks so pretty like that.
"Ah, no," Kurt says, his voice scratchy. He clears his throat and continues. "Not that that's...well. No, it's not sexy. Well, it's a little sexy, but not in a sexual way."
"I don't know what that means," Blaine says with a laugh. "But I'm sure I'll love it." He tightens his arms around Kurt's waist and hugs him close. Kurt always feels so warm and solid against him, and this late at night it doesn't matter if his clothes get wrinkled, so Blaine likes to take advantage. Kurt lets himself be held for a few minutes, then kisses Blaine lightly on the lips and wiggles free.
"We should probably go to bed," Kurt says, pulling his pajamas out of the dresser drawer he'd placed them in earlier. (Blaine's mostly living out of a suitcase, but Kurt had grimaced at the suggestion of leaving his clothes packed.) "We're getting up early tomorrow."
"We are?"
"We have one free day in New York City," Kurt says, tugging his shirt off his shoulders. Blaine tries not to stare, because this is new and holy wow, Kurt is attractive, so much pale skin and firm lean muscle and small rosy nipples and he's still talking and then pulling on his pajama top, and Blaine tunes back in time to catch "...not going to waste a single minute sitting in a hotel room."
"Right," Blaine says, nodding quickly and wondering if Kurt's about to take his pants off, too. That would be okay.
Kurt looks down at his pajama pants in his hands, then turns to look at his shirt, which he'd placed on the bed when he'd taken it off. "Oh. Oh. I just changed in front of you."
"Did you?" Blaine asks, pursing his lips and then shaking his head. "No, that can't be true. I didn't even notice. Certainly wasn't looking. Or ogling. Not I. If I had been, I'd probably tell you that you're really sexy, though. But I didn't. Look. Much."
Kurt blushes -- how is someone so hot also so adorable?! -- and pokes Blaine in the chest, then sweeps into the bathroom, clutching his pajama pants and the large bag of toiletries he'd left sitting on top of his suitcase. "I'll just be a few minutes," he says. "I have to exfoliate, my face is a mess."
"Your face is perfect," Blaine calls as he yanks his pajamas out of his suitcase, but Kurt either doesn't hear or chooses not to respond, so Blaine changes quickly and darts into the bathroom. There are double sinks, so he can brush his teeth while Kurt rinses off his face cleanser, and a little thrill sparks through Blaine at the domesticity of the moment. He rinses his toothbrush and sticks it in the cup on the vanity, then waves to Kurt in the mirror and throws himself on the bed, yawning.
Kurt reappears a few minutes later and shuts the light off before crawling into bed beside Blaine. He smells lightly of almonds and Blaine knows that means Kurt used his fancy cream, the really expensive one that makes his skin feel, like, a hundred times silkier than usual. (He'd given Blaine a tour of his facial products a few weeks ago.) Blaine realizes he shouldn't, knows he should wait and let the moisturizer soak in properly, but he can't help it and he kisses Kurt's cheek, getting moisturizer on his lips and therefore removing it from Kurt's face. Kurt doesn't object, though, just curls himself closer into Blaine's arms, and that's how Blaine knows Kurt really loves him. And that's the best thing of all.
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Kurt kisses him awake at just past six a.m., fully-dressed and gorgeous in a sharp black suit and tie, his hair immaculately styled.
"Get up," Kurt says with a smile. "Get ready. Put on something fabulous."
"Mmm, okay," Blaine says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and staggering toward the shower. "Gimme a few minutes."
A few minutes is more like thirty, but the approving nod Blaine gets from Kurt for his slim tan suit, striped tie, and two-tone Oxfords is totally worth it.
"Gorgeous," Kurt says faintly.
"Thanks," Blaine says, tucking his pocket square carefully into place. "It's Gucci, so."
Kurt laughs and grabs his hand. "I wasn't talking about the suit, Blaine."
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"I can't believe you brought me to have breakfast at Tiffany's," Blaine says, grinning widely as Kurt hands him a paper cup of coffee and a donut. "This is amazing. And yes, kind of sexy."
"I'm glad you like it," Kurt says, leaning against the building and sipping his coffee. "And I actually...um, I brought us here for a reason. Remember when we watched this movie?"
Blaine nods. "Well, we sort of watched it," he says. We also made out a lot.
"Right," Kurt says, blushing. "So do you remember what Holly Golightly says, about why she likes Tiffany's so much?"
"Because...what was it? Oh, because she felt like nothing bad could happen to her there?"
"Exactly. She said if she could find a real-life place that made her feel like Tiffany's, she'd settle down and give the cat a name," Kurt says. "And you had your arm around me, and I could feel you breathing, and I just...I realized in that moment that I'd found a place like that." He ducks his head, then meets Blaine's eyes and gives him a crooked smile. "So I brought you here to tell you...you make me feel like Tiffany's."
"Kurt."
"I'm so in love with you," Kurt says, letting out a shaky laugh.
"I'm so in love with you," Blaine says. He throws himself into Kurt's arms, almost knocking the coffee out of his hand. "I don't know how I got so lucky."
"I think we both got lucky," Kurt whispers, and he kisses Blaine's temple. "We'll come back here, won't we?"
"To Tiffany's?"
"To New York. For college? I want to come here and go to school here."
"I'm in," Blaine says without hesitation. "Absolutely. I want that, too, all of it."
"So...one more year in Ohio, and then New York City? Together?"
"Together," Blaine says, and Kurt kisses him.
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