“Good morning! How did you sleep?” Kurt woke Blaine up placing a kiss on his closed eyelids and his voice high pitched and lilting.
Kurt was holding an arm around Blaine’s waist, and his chin on Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine could feel Kurt’s eyelashes tickling his cheek and to his amusement he could feel that Kurt was still naked as well.

“Pretty good. How about you?” Blaine shifted to lie so they were face-to-face, but still close enough to feel each other. He loved the way he could feel Kurt’s body heat spread to his own body, and he just wanted to lie under the covers wrapped around Kurt forever.

“I’ve slept like a baby. One of the good babies, though. Not one of those who screams and cries all the time.” A wide grin spread across Kurt’s face before he had to hide a yawn in the pillow under him.
“But I feel like my breath smells like feet,” said Kurt, causing Blaine to grimace at him.

“It doesn’t. It smells like meadows and butterfly dust - or something like that,” he chuckled.
“But Jesus, my back is so sore, I have no idea what’s happened.” He winced before he saw the grin on Kurt’s face.

“Sorry. It’s gotta be the table. Or carrying me,” said Kurt with a look of guilt on his face, but the satisfaction by the memory were shining through.
“Oh yeah, that table. That was really tough. But it was worth it, though -” he smiled warmly before he turned to lie on his back.

“I’m hungry. Are you hungry? I feel like I could eat a lion,” Kurt whined.
“How about I call down to get some breakfast brought up, and then we can discuss what to do today?” Kurt was already sitting up in the bed trying to figure out where he could find some clothes, when Blaine grabbed him around the arm and forced him to lie back down.

“I don’t think so. I think you should stay here with me, naked because I like you like that, and then we can discuss what to do today, and then we can go out to eat breakfast somewhere new.” Blaine’s eyes were big and filled with stars and he could feel Kurt’s excitement by the suggestion.

“I like that, Anderson. You aren’t bad this morning. Then what do you wanna do today?” Kurt asked, his negotiating expression plastered over his face.
Blaine took in the image of Kurt’s anxious appearance, enjoying the atmosphere oozing around them in the bed.

“First of all, breakfast! Very important. And then I was thinking that I would drag myself with you out to shop. Or at least look. There’s gotta be a lot of amazing stores that will make you go nuts. But there’s also some places I wanna take you, places we need to see and experience. And I’ve got a surprise for you! But that’s not for another three days, so we have to make the best of the next few days.” Blaine silenced and watched as Kurt’s brain started to run over all of the information Blaine had just given him.

Blaine watched as Kurt’s eyes grew wide with sparkles. Blaine could see as he turned over his last words in his mind, trying to put together a list of places in Vegas to go and experience. He also observed as Kurt began squeezing his eyes shut trying to figure out what the possible surprise could be.

“Okay, I’ve got nothing. Are you gonna give me a clue?” Kurt opened his eyes and shot Blaine a sharp look, but Blaine just put on his best pokerface.
“If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” He touched Kurt’s nose with his finger tip, before he rolled over to lie on top of him.

“I think we should get some clothes on. As much as people in Vegas are eccentric I don’t really think they’d like it if we walked down the street naked. Or maybe we could wrap ourselves in sheets and pretend we’re wearing togas. Of course they would be happy if you walked around naked, but then I would have to kill every single one of them for looking at you.” Blaine grinned broadly at Kurt under him, before kissing him on the neck and jumping out of the bed.

Blaine stole the sheet Kurt had over him and wrapped it around himself instead and tiptoed across the floor to their suitcases. He found some clothes and started getting dressed with Kurt staring at him from the bed.

“What are you looking at?” Blaine asked embarrassed as he started zipping up his jeans.
“Nothing. Just enjoying the view,” Kurt teased as he sat up to slide out of the bed and join Blaine at the suitcases. Blaine stuck out his tongue at him before Kurt started getting dressed too.

When they were both fully clothed and ready for town they closed up and hurried down to look around the city.

*

They spent the entire next day going to stores. Kurt was acting like a kid in a candy shop; racing from boutique to boutique, trying on different outfits and insisting on modeling each of them for Blaine using the store as a catwalk.

In the beginning it was fun. Kurt would make Blaine wait outside without seeing the combinations he made up and then Kurt would come out wearing something outrageous swaying his hips up and down the floor every now and then stopping to do dramatic poses, so Blaine, on Kurt’s orders, could serve as his own Project Runway judge.

Sometimes Blaine would sneak into the changing room after Kurt where he would watch him change, and then they would start making out heavily, but after they got caught by a very shocked woman looking like she was about to have a minor heart attack they decided that it was a bad idea.

After a while with scarves and shoes and different fabrics Blaine was starting to get tired. He finally got Kurt convinced that they should take a break from the shops and do something else.

They went out for dinner at a small restaurant that Kurt chose because it reminded him of Moulin Rouge, and after that they strolled down the street hand-in-hand, taking in every visual bit of the town they could.

It felt amazing. To be able to walk down the street holding each other’s hands without having people shoot curious or even disgusted looks in their direction. This was definitely something they couldn’t do in small-town Ohio. Blaine had thrown off the anxiety about walking down the street like that, but he still hadn’t got completely used to the looks.

After he had got beat up in high school for going to a dance with a friend he had been wearing his nerves on his sleeves, but then Kurt had come along and showed him how much he didn’t care about it all and that had made Blaine braver. Even though he still found himself looking twice over his shoulder sometimes when he and Kurt were outside during nighttime.

The Vegas atmosphere was completely different, and people smiled at them and didn’t take notice of them being together.
Kurt didn’t say anything, but Blaine knew that he was well aware of the way he was relaxing compared to when they were at home.

They found a square where big concrete blocks served as benches and sat down with an overlook over the street. It was starting to get dark above them, and the bars and clubs were starting to light up their signs.

“I’ve got a plan for tomorrow. So don’t worry about that. What do you wanna do tonight? We can do everything, Vegas is ours!” Blaine spread out his arms, leaning against Kurt singing A Whole New World, but failing to illustrate the greatness of the city when Kurt giggled.

“You look so tiny in front of all the grand buildings.” He covered his mouth in his hand to not crack up completely. Blaine faked an unamused expression before he moved over to sit close to Kurt on the cold concrete block.

“Seriously. Aside from laughing at my height, what do you wanna do tonight? We can do anything - just tell me and I’ll make it work. Whatever you want,” Blaine said emphasizing how much it was Kurt’s choice.

Kurt stopped giggling and sent Blaine a warm look.
“Actually - I am starting to get tired. I’m sorry. Can we just, I don’t know, stay in our room? I’m sorry,” Kurt said apologetic, his eyes looking sad.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. I know it’s not your fault. Of course we can stay in. We’ve got lots of time here. There’s still 6 days left.” Blaine smiled at him as he got up off the block and held out his hand to help Kurt get up too.
“Let’s go back then. You need your rest.” Blaine put an arm around Kurt, and then they walked back to the hotel.

It didn’t take long until Kurt fell asleep leaving Blaine to himself.
He spent the time calling Burt, before he remembered that he had to call his mom too. He called Puck and told him about their first day in Vegas, but he didn’t tell any of them that they had got married. It was so tempting, but he had to remind himself that they hadn’t discussed it yet, and he didn’t want to do it without Kurt - and of course he wanted to see Puck’s face when he got the news.

*

When they woke up the next day Kurt wasn’t feeling good so they agreed to take it slow. They stayed in for breakfast in their room and Kurt called Finn to tell him that he missed him. He gave a very descriptive story about their trip since they left him and Puck at the Columbus Airport two days earlier, and as Blaine had done when he had talked to Puck Kurt hesitated when he reached the part of the chapel. He sent Blaine a tender look before he skipped that part and instead continued to talk about their day in the stores.

“Are you feeling any better? Did you remember to take your pills?” Blaine asked anxiously after a few hours.
Kurt had been drawing while Blaine had been reading, and now Blaine had noticed that the clock had struck 4:30pm.

“Yes. I have taken my pills, mommy,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes, as he wiped his index finger across the paper before he looked up at Blaine.
“I am feeling a bit better. I think I need to get some fresh air soon, do you wanna go out?” Kurt started packing up his pencils to put them aside on the nightstand.
Then he crawled to the foot end of the bed and put a hand on Blaine’s book to stop him from reading.

“Did you have any plans, since you’re so anxious to get out of here?” He let his feet drift back and forth in the air as if he had been a teenage girl talking about boys as he waited for Blaine to react.

“Actually, I do. Or at least I had an idea of what I thought we should do. I know you’re gonna love it, but I don’t wanna force you out if you’re still not feeling well enough to go out,” Blaine said and sat up, his brows almost meeting in the middle of his forehead.

“Stop. Just stop with the worrying, would you? We’re here to have fun, I’ll tell you if it’s too much okay,” Kurt objected sending Blaine a sharp look before he changed to a softer expression. Blaine suspected him feeling guilty of having snapped.

“Let’s just go out and then we can always go back if I start feeling bad, alright?” Kurt jumped off the bed and started changing his clothes.
“Okay. You’re the boss,” said Blaine waiting for Kurt to get dressed.
After Kurt had changed and turned in front of the mirror for what Blaine thought felt like ages he was finally ready and they left.

As soon as they hit the streets Blaine remembered how much he had looked forward to this when he had been planning the trip with Puck and Finn, and he felt a rush run through him as he lead Kurt through the crowds of the sidewalk.

“Are you lost?” Asked Kurt after Blaine had led him down a couple of streets, and across a few squares.
“No. I know perfectly well where it’s supposed to be,” said Blaine unconvincingly as he turned the map and double-checked the note on the side.

He looked a bit around the shops surrounding them before he let his arms drop to his sides.
“Okay. Just - wait here and I’ll go ask in that store if they can tell me where to go.” He sent Kurt a defeated glance, before he disappeared into the store.
It only took him a few minutes and then he returned with an excited expression lighting up his face.

“Apparently it’s just around that corner.” Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and pointed in the other direction of a grand hotel across the street.
Kurt hurried in the direction of the pedestrian crossing, Blaine having to almost run to keep up with him.

“Are you gonna tell me what it is before we get there?” Kurt asked in one last attempt of getting the surprise cracked, but Blaine didn’t even answer he just smiled as they crossed the corner.
Blaine turned to watch Kurt as he stopped walking and froze in the spot, taking in the sight of the replica of the Eiffel Tower.

“I really wish I could take you to Paris. I know how much you love anything French - so I thought I’d have to do with the next best thing until I can show you the real thing.” Blaine didn’t know why, but he could feel his cheeks grow rosy, and a ball of warmth spread through his intestines by the look of Kurt’s reaction.
Kurt turned to Blaine and without warning he threw his arms around his neck in a high pitched scream.

“You are the most flawless human being on the planet, you know that?” Kurt said happily as he released his grip to look at Blaine.
“Naaah, not at all,” Blaine responded awkwardly before something hit him, and he put his hands on Kurt’s hips to lean back without letting go off him and still have a perfect look at his face.

“This is actually perfect. It’s almost 6:30, so if we go eat somewhere, we can go up later and then we can go there when it’s dark, and it’s gonna be so much more beautif -” Kurt cut him off, planting a kiss on his lips, making him stunned, forgetting his words.
“You’re amazing. Come on.” Kurt let go of him and started walking towards the little group of restaurants and cafés down the street, leaving Blaine confused staring after him.

Blaine caught up with him, his head still baffled over Kurt’s sudden excitement - and of course from the glance he had at Kurt when he walked away.
To Blaine’s surprise Kurt chose a small bistro for them to eat at, and once they were done Kurt didn’t start walking towards the Eiffel Tower as expected.

“I thought we were going to the Eiffel Tower now?” Blaine asked confused but loyally following Kurt.
“Of course we are, silly head. But I was thinking that we could go do something else so we won’t go there until later. It’s only 9:15 - wouldn’t it be more amazing if we went there around midnight?”
Blaine shrugged and figured that he did have a point, so he let his fingers lock with Kurt’s and guessed that they were going to stroll around the city for a bit while waiting.

“Blaine. I wanna go to a casino. Can we go to a casino? We have fake IDs.” Kurt nearly beamed, nearly tripping over his words; he spoke so fast.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. It would be fun but - I don’t think we should risk anything with the fake IDs. If we get caught we could get into some real trouble.” Blaine felt bad that he had to say no. He had to admit that he was incredibly tempted too. Not because he wanted to gamble, he just really wanted to experience the atmosphere.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. But then can we go to a bar or something else? Something fun and exciting,” begged Kurt. They had stopped in front of a 24hr souvenir shop with a man looking as if he was hoping that they were going to come in, but Kurt just wrinkled his nose and led Blaine down a side street that was housed by bars and clubs and lightly dressed women walking up and down the street outside trying to stop bypassing cars.

“Kurt. Tomorrow. I’ve got this really great thing planned, so please be patient. I know you’re gonna be so excited when you find out what it is, so tonight - can we just go to the Eiffel Tower and not get all too crazy?” Blaine shot Kurt an apologetic glance fearing that he was gonna get mad and make a scene.

“Are you disappointed? I’m sorry, I just -” Kurt interjected, shaking his head to stop Blaine before he finished his sentence.
“Of course I’m not disappointed. You’re taking me to the Eiffel Tower. Sure it would have been fun to do something wild and spontaneous, but we still have plenty of time for that. Trust me, I’ll convince you to relax a little and be a bit reckless with me.” He paused and looked at Blaine as if he expected him to object but wouldn’t care the slightest if he did, but then he continued with the same upbeat voice he had before.

“Then let’s be kids instead!” He started dancing back over the sidewalk in the direction back to the Eiffel Tower. Blaine chuckled at his over expressed dance moves, and started observing the different kinds of people in the streets.

It was completely dark above them, and Blaine was starting to feel a bit cold, he pondered whether it was a good idea to take Kurt to the Eiffel Tower, but he couldn’t bring himself to take away the ecstatic excitement Kurt was filled with from the promise of getting a bit of Paris.

Kurt ran across the square of the Eiffel Tower and ended at the little souvenir stand. He looked at all the tacky stuff the balding, middle-aged man was selling. There was all kinds of crap from t-shirts to mugs and paintings.
Blaine wrinkled his nose from the sight of the plastic jewelry and the cheesy postcards while Kurt ran to the stand next to the one Blaine was at.

After a few minutes of looking around Blaine found Kurt at the foot of the Eiffel Tower with a grand cotton candy stick in his hand.
When Blaine got over to him he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the sight of Kurt letting his fingertips playing around with the pink fluff. In that moment it was almost as if the hospitals, medication, and fevers had just been a bad dream. How could anything bad happen to them when life was as beautiful as it was in that second?

“And you are like 7 now, or what?” Blaine chuckled and smiled at Kurt sticking out his tongue in response.
“I happen to enjoy cotton candy very much,” Kurt said, threatening to let the cotton candy collide with Blaine’s nose, making him take step back.

“I got you something,” Kurt said casually, not even raising his focus from his hands that were busy avoiding sugar covering his clothes.
“It’s nothing big. It’s silly actually, but I liked it.” His voice changed from childlike to sad for a split-second - so quickly that Blaine wondered if he had just imagined it.

“Let me the judge of how silly it is. What is it?” Blaine asked, desperately hoping that it wasn’t a corny pen saying “I heart Vegas” or anything like that.
Kurt put his free hand into his pocket and hurried to hold up his palm showing a key ring with a little silver replica of the Eiffel Tower.

“Kurt, that’s so adorable.” Blaine took the little model in his hand and turned it around to get a better look at the details.
Kurt had stepped over to stand close to Blaine, smiling - observing him look over what he had just received.

“I’m glad you like it. It’s really nothing. I just wanted you to have - something to remember me by. Remember this trip. You know,” Kurt explained under his breath. The words hit Blaine like a torpedo in the chest, and he wasn’t sure if Kurt had meant it like that, but he couldn’t just let it slide.

“Don’t say that. I could never forget you. But that doesn’t matter, cause you’re gonna stay with me forever, right? Besides, how could I ever forget this trip? It’s not nothing, I really love it, baby.” Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt on the cheek, before he put the model in his pocket and grabbed Kurt’s free hand.

“Are you ready to go up?” Blaine asked letting a broad grin cover up the sting of pain still ringing in the back of his chest.
Kurt squealed and jumped on his toes before they walked over to stand in line.

They had to stand in line for what felt like ages, but when they finally reached the top it had been worth the wait.
The view was indescribable. When they stepped out of the elevator Kurt started tripping around on tiptoes, squeezing Blaine’s hand hard in his own.

Kurt let go of Blaine’s hand and started running around to take in the view from every angle he could, leaving Blaine to walk over to the fence where he could silently look out over the city under them.
After a while Blaine felt Kurt close his arms around his waist and place his chin on Blaine’s shoulder.

“It’s so beautiful. It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t even begin to imagine how it must look like in Paris.” Kurt rested his head against Blaine’s as he sighed, making Blaine’s cool cheek moist from Kurt’s breath.

“It really is beautiful. But I don’t really care that we’re not in Paris. I’m with you, so it doesn’t matter. For all I know we could be in Paris right now. It feels like it. The most romantic city in the world.” Blaine turned around to put his arms around Kurt too, seeing that Kurt’s face was covered in a smirk.

“When I’m with you anywhere is the most romantic city in the world.” He planted a quick kiss on Blaine’s lips.
“Thank you for taking me here,” Kurt smiled, giving Blaine the impression that the stars had been moved from the sky to his eyes.

“Kurt. No one has ever made me feel like this before. You make me feel like that Beatles song; The sound of your laughter is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard. It’s the most infectious and inciting sound in the world. And our limitless, undying love - it lights up my life. You’re my sun, you take me across the universe, Kurt.” Blaine let his brown orbs pierce into Kurt’s. He didn’t want to blink an eye or move a muscle. He wanted to make sure that Kurt understood how serious he was about it.

“You are certainly poetic tonight, huh?” Kurt raised an eyebrow, but Blaine knew that he was actually shying up from Blaine’s words.
Blaine didn’t care the slightest though. He wanted so badly to do the impossible; explain to Kurt just how much he loved him.

“I love you,” said Kurt, and moved closer to Blaine to hug him.
Kurt was shivering from the cold breeze silently drifting by them. They stood by the fence, holding each other while looking over the Vegas lights illuminated the sky before Blaine knew that it was time.

“Let’s get you back to bed, baby. You’re freezing.” Blaine didn’t doubt that Kurt was going to be sad about it, but he really did needed to get back and get his medication in time.

“I just wanna stand here with you forever,” Kurt responded in the predicted sad voice.
“Me too, but you’re gonna get sick. I promised your dad that I would take care of you. Besides - Puck would kill me if I let you catch as much as a cough.” Blaine chuckled at thought of Puck’s caring for Kurt, and brushed a lock of straying hair away from Kurt’s forehead.

Kurt rolled his eyes and agreed to let Blaine take him back to the hotel, so he let Blaine lead him to the elevator and back through the town.
The streets were filled with singing, dancing and screaming people on their way to or from the city.

Blaine was very well aware that Kurt was only walking this slowly on purpose because he wanted to postpone the second they were going to be back in the room, where he had to face the pills again; and thereby his illness.

When they got back to the room Kurt was being extremely quiet and Blaine decided to let him have his peace.
They took turns on showering and after that Blaine presented Kurt with his usual dose of pills.
Kurt swallowed the pills with the same expression of disgust that he always adopted once he let the medications into his mouth, before he silently curled up against Blaine and fell asleep.

Blaine called Burt to let him know that everything was fine. Then he called Puck to tell him about their day and hear how things were going back home.
After he had hung up the phone he let himself slide down in the covers to listen to Kurt’s hushed breathing as he went to sleep himself.

*

“Kurt. You need to wake up. Are you okay?” Blaine could feel a tingle of worry creep up his spine.
Kurt had been sleeping all day - he hadn’t even woke up to go back to sleep again. Blaine had spent the entire day catching up on some schoolwork while keeping an eye on Kurt’s breathing.

There had been a few times where Blaine had dropped everything because Kurt had started coughing horribly. Every time it had stopped without problems and Kurt had slept on as if nothing had happened.

Now it was afternoon and Blaine needed to make sure Kurt didn’t mess his medication schedule up too much, so Blaine had to wake him, even though Blaine really just wanted to let him sleep.

“Hey beautiful. What’s going on?” Kurt looked as if he could easily have slept a few more hours, and he didn’t even raise his head from the pillow.
His voice sounded strangely rasp, but Blaine guessed that it was from the sleeping.

“I’m sorry that I had to wake you, but you really need to take your pills. You’ve been sleeping all day.” Blaine let his hand run caressingly over Kurt’s cheek that was feverishly hot, and Kurt sat up and looked confused around the room.

“What time is it? Why didn’t you wake me?” Kurt coughed a little but didn’t seem to take much notice of it.
“I just thought that you probably needed some rest. It’s okay, I’ve just been doing some homework.” Blaine tried his best to convince Kurt that he shouldn’t feel guilty, but apparently it didn’t have the desired effect.

“It’s almost 3! Oh god, I’m so sorry, Blaine. I shouldn’t have slept the day away.” Kurt’s eyes were red and he sniffed delicately before he rested the back of his head against the wall.
“Are you okay? You’ve been coughing a lot, and your cheek is so hot,” Blaine said, doing his best not to comment on how Kurt looked.

“I’m okay. Don’t worry about it. I just need some water,” Kurt exclaimed with an undertone of a snap.
Blaine nodded and decided that it probably wasn’t a good idea to take up an argument. Instead he got Kurt some food and water and then he silently proceeded with his school while Kurt ate and made some phone calls.

“So - today’s the day!” Kurt fell down on the mattress with his head in Blaine’s lap as he sported a broad grin.
“Are you gonna tell me what our plans for tonight are?” Kurt asked flirtatiously as he let his hands up to caress Blaine’s knees around his ears. Blaine smiled widely when he saw the spark in Kurt’s eyes.

“Okay. But just because you probably want to start getting ready as we have to leave around 5:30.” Blaine caved in, and Kurt rushed to sit up straight in less than a second with anticipation painted thickly all over his entire body.

“We are going to The Treasure Hotel -” Blaine deliberately dragged it out to torture Kurt a little. He was dying to see Kurt’s reaction, but the frustrated mode he got into when he was waiting was so cute too.

“- to see Mysterie.” Blaine didn’t even get to finish the word before Kurt threw his arms around Blaine’s neck.
“Cirque Du Soleil? Are you serious? You’re not joking are you? Cause if you’re joking I am going to kill you, Blaine Anderson!” Kurt let go of Blaine, first sending him a suspicious glance, and then transformed into looking like he could burst into flames from excitement any second.

“I promise you; I would never joke about Cirque Du Soleil. Finn goes to college with a guy whose dad has some connections, so he got us these amazing tickets. You are gonna love them. My idea is that we dress up nicely and pretend to be some fancy couple that actually fits in.” Blaine felt his own excitement run through his veins.
He had dreamed of seeing Cirque Du Soleil his whole life and he knew that Kurt had too. It was going to be the perfect night.

“Oh no! That means that I’m way behind on getting ready!” Kurt jumped off the bed and hurried to the bathroom, before he ran back to get his suitcase and then locked himself in the bathroom.
Blaine giggled over him, but let himself drop back on the pillow knowing that he wasn’t going to see Kurt for the next hour.

As predicted Kurt didn’t emerge out of the bathroom until 4:30. He had obviously taken a shower and was now wrapped in a blue bathrobe.
“So I’m allowed to shower now?” When he saw the expression on Kurt’s face Blaine instantly regretted his own joking tone.

When Blaine was done in the bathroom he found Kurt sitting on the bed. Ready and waiting for him.
Kurt was wearing a slick black suit with silver flowers broadened in thin thread down the front of the jacket, and when Blaine stepped closer he could see that Kurt was wearing a discrete layer of black mascara and eyeliner.

“Wow. Kurt you are stunning. Are you sure you wanna be seen with me in my boring black suit?” smiled Blaine as Kurt stood up to face him.
“You make a valid point. But your pretty face makes up for it,” Kurt teased back before he returned to the excited state he had been in earlier.
“We better get going. Are you ready?” Blaine held out his arm for Kurt to take it and they left the room to find a cab.

*

As they sat in the dark Kurt didn’t let go of Blaine’s hand for one second.
Every time one of the artists did something extraordinarily dangerous Blaine felt Kurt tighten his grip and hold his breath. Whenever something amusing happened Kurt would giggle to himself and when a new costume was presented he would do a little gasp before stopping himself. During one particularly moving number Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand a little more and leaned closer to let Blaine put his arm around Kurt’s shoulder, feeling Kurt’s silent tears through his shirt.

“It was so amazing. Even more than I could ever have imagined. I have to tell Rachel everything.” Kurt talked about the show in the cab all the way back to the hotel, and proceeded once they were in bed.

“All the colors, and the way they were moving. The outfits and the - just everything.” Kurt’s voice was still rasp, but he didn’t let it stop him from having it rise and fall during his stream of words.

“So I’m guessing that you had a good time?” Blaine asked casually as he turned off the lamp on his nightstand.
“Oh Blaine. It was perfect, nothing less. It was just flawless.” Kurt continued to go over every single detail of the music, the choreography and the costumes and make up until he eventually yawned himself to sleep.