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For blainewanderson: The Make-Up

Kurt took a deep breath as the cab stopped outside of Blaine's house, staring at the building. For so long, the sight of that front path had made his heart giddy with happiness, and so it felt more than a little strange to feel such dread today, faced with the same sight.

Paying the driver the horrendous fare, Kurt steeled himself and got out, duffel over one shoulder and a large sketchbook clasped to his chest. He hesitated on the curb, going through what he intended to say one final time in his head before there was nothing more for it. Walking slowly to the door, he pressed the bell. And waited.

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"We should share. I'll come to New York once a month, every month until I graduate. I think my parents will entirely back off. And if I am going to find a tiny ray of light in all of this, that's it. Then you can come for holidays and when you visit your family," Blaine suggested.

"I know this new job is going to keep you hopping, and I want you to dedicate yourself to it, it's clearly a path to your future, so we should call or Skype on Sunday nights during Treme, and let each other know our schedules for the week so we can decide when calling or Skyping is reasonable. Plus I'll Tweet you all the time," he added, brushing a soft kiss over his cheek. "We'll make this work. It's only until May. Then I'm yours forever and ever."

"Alright. But... then I want you to dedicate yourself to McKinley, too. I don't want you to be lonely here, and friendless. Maybe you did move school for me, but that doesn't mean they're not your friends too. Hell, most of the guys liked you more than me, even before I graduated. And you've got a student council to run, Mr. President."

As sure as he was that they would make it, Kurt still hated that they had to live this way until May.

"I promise. And I'm going to try out the musical, and sectionals will be coming soon. I might even call some of the Warblers, mend fences before I leave Ohio for good. Maybe see if Cooper will come visit again. But you are right. I need to make my niche in the time that's left. So I can look back and share good memories with our children someday. And not just that Daddy was a needy douche-bag for a year, then we got married," Blaine said with a sigh.

He smiled a little. "Will you be designing our prom outfits, Mr. Vogue Important Guy?"

Kurt nodded, glad Blaine was willing to try and find a life in Lima, at least for the next 6 months. He gave his boyfriend another kiss before smiling at the prom outfit question.

"Just as soon as you tell me what the theme is, I'll get right on it."

"Not dinosaurs. Or clouds. Or unicorns. And hair gel is a must," he laughed. "But I am going to put it to vote, I want to do what everyone wants to do. As long as I have my favorite slow dance partner, it's going to be perfect."

"I'll be there," Kurt promised. "No matter what. Even if I am expected to dress up as a cloud. Or a unicorn."

He gave Blaine a warm, reassuring smile, before leaning in for another kiss or two.

Blaine smiled against his mouth, stroking his fingertips along his throat lightly. "What if I decree a Garden of Eden theme? Will you wear fig leaves for me?"

"If... If that's what you wanted, then y-yes," Kurt answered, struggling for a moment to remember how to put words together as Blaine ran his fingers over his throat.

Pulling himself together, he belatedly added "So long as they were fashionable fig leaves."

"Of course. I wouldn't dream of putting you in anything less. An original Kurt Hummel, sure to be the envy of the entire prom. The only boy that could make leaves sexy," Blaine smiled softly at him. "The most sexy boy anywhere."

"We could have matching outfits," Kurt murmured, keeping his voice low and his lips close to Blaine's own.

"The hottest president in McKinley history."

"I am all for that," Blaine whispered, nipping at Kurt's bottom lip playfully.

"Me? Are you sure? There was this guy in the 90s with a mullet, hard to compete with that," he laughed softly, pulling Kurt closer, almost onto his lap.

"There's nothing sexy about mullets," Kurt laughed, going with Blaine's tug against him. With his boyfriend's arms still around him, Kurt leant back in a rather acrobatic movement to try and reach his duffel bag.

"I have something for you. In here," he said by way of an explanation, trying to get the zip open without having to move out of Blaine's embrace.

"Glad you agree," Blaine chuckled, letting him go a little as Kurt reached back.

"For me?" Blaine asked, surprised, but his voice sounded pleased, hopeful.

"Don't let me go!" Kurt squeaked, relying on Blaine's hold as he leant back for his bag. "You're all that's keeping me from landing flat on my face on the floor."

Awkwardly unzipping his bag from his strange angle on Blaine's lap, his fingers scrabbled around inside until they found what they were looking for. Sitting back up, he pulled his favourite scarf with him.

"I believe this belongs to you."

"I've got you, I've got you, no falling, promise!" Blaine laughed, circling his hands on Kurt's waist to give him better support.

"Ohhhh..." Blaine eyes got huge, and his smile lit up his face. "Thank you. Thank you so much. God, thank you," he repeated, letting go with one hand to take it like holding onto something rare and costly. "I love you."

"I love you too," Kurt smiled and gave Blaine a quick peck of a kiss.

"I shouldn't have demanded it back, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking properly."

"No, Kurt, I didn't deserve it, I will remember to keep you in the front of my mind always now, and not dissolve into worries and fears that aren't real. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened to me. I feel like I crashed emotionally after you were gone, I couldn't handle it," Blaine sighed. "I've never felt sadness like that before."

"Shhhh," Kurt hushed, kissing Blaine gently before wrapping himself around him.

"It doesn't matter. It's over. We're together and I love you."

"I love you too. I'll always love you. I'll do better, I'll be the kind of boyfriend you deserve, I swear, I swear," Blaine whispered against Kurt's shoulder.

Making gentle noises of comfort, Kurt stroked his fingers through Blaine's hair. He didn't want to hear his boyfriend putting himself down so.

"I love you. Just the way you are," he promised in a whisper. "Don't change for me."

"I just want you to be happy, Kurt, but selfishly, I want that to be with me, I hope I can do that, make you happy, not be such a failure," Blaine leaned into him more, needing the comfort so badly it made him ache all over. "I love you. I love you with everything in me. I swear."

"You're not a failure, baby. You've never been that," Kurt said, keeping Blaine close, keeping his fingers brushing softly through his hair.

"I love you. You make me happier than anyone else, or anything else. These last few weeks without you... I never want that again. I've never been so miserable, without you."

"You are the one for me Kurt, the only one, I hope you believe that," he sobbed quietly, broken even as Kurt valiantly tried to tape the pieces together.

"I do, I do, I do..." Kurt kept repeating those two little words, would do so all night if it made Blaine's tears go away. He'd give anything, do anything, to see that smile he used to know so well.

"Don't cry, baby, please..."

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