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Kurt stands up, makes to push aside the curtain and call out for Santana.
"Wait!"
Kurt turns around. Blaine gives him the flirtiest smile he can manage. "We can try makeup later. We wouldn't want it to get smudged."
Kurt snorts.
"You used to be smoother. I think you've lost your debonair sensibilities since I left you for the Big Apple."
Blaine reaches out a hand and Kurt takes it, kneels on the bed in front of him.
"Luckily I'm still hopelessly in love with you, so you're good."
Blaine smiles brightly. "I'm glad to hear it, because if I do get into NYADA you're going to be seeing a lot more of me."
He cups Kurt's jaw with his other hand and tilts his face up for a kiss.
He breaks them apart for a brief moment, whispers against Kurt's lips, "Love you," and presses their mouths back together, leaning back slowly so that Kurt is on top of him.
Living in New York is going to be bliss.