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26. Kurt.
It turns out that Kurt isn't the only one who's been planning a surprise.
After their breakfast at Tiffany's, they walk hand-in-hand along Fifth Avenue, window-shopping and taking in the atmosphere of a New York City morning. Honking taxis and women with prissy little dogs, people in suits, people in jeans, tourists with kids and huge cameras, a few stragglers who look to just be heading home after a night of God-knows-what. It's noisy and busy and a little overwhelming, and Kurt loves every bit of it, but he loves the boy he's with most of all. This is my future. Our future. Us, here. The thought makes him feel like singing.
They spend a few hours just strolling around. They stop in the Apple store so Blaine can replace the headphones he'd lost in the airport; they wander through Bergdorf Goodman and pick out their favorite items at Cartier. They take a picture of themselves in front of Radio City Music Hall and Blaine uploads it to Facebook, captions it "I <3 NY (and Kurt)!" After the photo posts, he notes the time and takes Kurt's hand, tugging him down 51st Street.
"Come on," Blaine says, his eyes twinkling. "We have somewhere to be."
"We do?"
"Yup."
"Where?"
"You'll see."
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"Blaine, this is unbelievable," Kurt says, gazing out into the empty theater. "How did you do this?"
"My dad's college roommate is on the board of the Nederlander Organization," Blaine says, beaming. "We got a tour of the theater last time we were here, so I asked him if he could make a phone call for me so you and I could stop by."
"Your dad?" Kurt asks, dumbfounded. "I thought he...?"
"I think he's coming around," Blaine says, his voice wobbling. He smiles and blinks a few times, and his eyes are bright. "He said...he said he's never seen me so happy."
"Oh my god," Kurt breathes, grabbing both of Blaine's hands and squeezing. "That's great, I can't believe you didn't tell me until now!"
"I was afraid if I brought it up, I'd ruin the surprise," Blaine says, shifting his hands and interlacing their fingers. "And he's right. I've never been this happy." He sighs and shuffles closer to Kurt, so close that their noses touch. "I'm so glad I found you."
"So am I," Kurt says. Then he laughs. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation on stage at the Gershwin Theater! I feel like...well, I feel like I'm in a Broadway show."
"I think it's time for the big musical number," Blaine says, bouncing a little on his toes. "Sing with me?"
"I would be honored," Kurt says. He lifts their joined hands so he can kiss Blaine's knuckles, then starts to sing.
"Kiss me too fiercely
hold me too tight
I need help believing
you're with me tonight
my wildest dreamings
could not foresee
lying beside you
with you wanting me..."
Kurt squeezes Blaine's hands again and Blaine smiles at him, his warm honey eyes crinkling up at the corners, and while there may not be any music, Kurt could swear he hears an orchestra. Maybe that's just what love sounds like, he thinks.
"Just for this moment
as long as you're mine
I've lost all resistance
and crossed some borderline
and if it turns out
it's over too fast
I'll make every last moment last
as long as you're mine."
Blaine kisses Kurt firmly on the lips before singing the next verse, his voice soft, but clear and beautiful.
"Maybe I'm brainless
maybe I'm wise
but you've got me seeing
through different eyes
somehow I've fallen under your spell
and somehow I'm feeling
it's up that I fell."
Kurt tugs Blaine downstage and stands behind him, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist as their voices join together on the chorus. He nuzzles against Blaine's cheek and feels him smile as they sing.
"Every moment
as long as you're mine
I'll wake up my body
and make up for lost time
Say there's no future
for us as a pair--"
They both shake their heads at that line, then laugh before they continue.
"And though I may know
I don't care.
Before they can sing the next part, Blaine turns in Kurt's arms and kisses him desperately, his mouth wet and hungry and Kurt moans before he can stop himself. Blaine's tongue slides into Kurt's open mouth as his hands push up into the hair at the nape of Kurt's neck, warm and strong and wonderful. His fingers rub gently at Kurt's scalp, making him tingle, and he hums happily into Blaine's mouth. This is the most perfect day of my life.
With a last, tender parting kiss, Blaine pulls back slightly so he can speak, and leans his forehead against Kurt's. "Oops," he says, his voice husky. "We can finish the song now. I just really needed to kiss you."
"I didn't mind," Kurt says, lifting a hand so he can trace his fingers over Blaine's lips and feel the kisses he'd left there, warm and slightly damp. He takes a breath, and makes a decision. "We can just skip to the end."
"Hmmm?"
"You know. 'For the first time, I feel...wicked'."
"Oh, do you now?" Blaine says, laughing and very much not getting it, Kurt realizes. He's going to have to be a little more clear.
"So," Blaine says. "We still have half a day in New York, what do you want to do? The Empire State building, maybe? Or Central Park?"
"No," Kurt says, and he pulls back so that Blaine can see his smile. "I want to go back to the hotel."
Blaine gapes at him for a moment, his eyes wide and searching.
"Okay," he whispers.
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