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That moment where Jamie and Rain are RP texting in Little Numbers-verse and Kurt thinks that 'Blaine' might be a pseudonym.

"I could be talking to Jonathan Groff right now!" Oh, Rae. I love you.

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"Kurt, did Blaine get you pregnant?"

"No, Finn. Guys can't get-" And.... he threw up once more into the toilet, the cheesecake giving him the toughest release he's ever had in his life, "...oh my god, someone get me moist toilettes. Stat."

"I got Blaine... he's-" Rachel appeared, ushering Finn away and out of his step-brother's room.

"Kurt! What's wrong? What's going on?" 

"...never..." Kurt looked up slowly, eyes wide and glassy into his boyfriend's as his voice squeaked, "...never eat a whole cheesecake in one sitting."

He didn't want Blaine to smell that gross throw-up breath everyone had when they were looking like a miserable mess. He immediately ducked into the toilet, the sour fluid like a volcano while Blaine rubbed his back comfortingly.

"See, what I don't get is why you'd eat a whole cheesecake in the first place." He tried to lighten the mood, "I love Cheesecake almost as much as I love you, but... why, Kurt?"

"I'meatingmyfeelings." Kurt murmured, trying to avoid that thoughtful gaze, trying to balance himself on his own without having to hold the bowl for support.

"What?"

"I'm eating my feelings. I'm stressed out about so many things. All these insecurities and things I desperately want, and it's so hard because I know I can't solve everything overnight." His voice cracked, "I want to go to NYADA, I want Rachel's dreams to come true because she deserves them just as much as I do, and with that- I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave you, so Sebastian can just steal you away with his cheap, greasy McHam-burgalar ways. I'm just so heartbroken..." Tears were slowly running down his face, "So, I turned to comfort food where I could get it. Breadstix had this cheesecake and it was so convenient."

Blaine watched Kurt for a moment, that porcelain face shrouded in deep thought and a new level of disappointment that absolutely destroyed him. He leaned in to kiss his boyfriend's cheek when Kurt shifted away from his slightly puckered lips.

"No- I smell gross."

"I think you smell like roses. Like the ones you gave me that one day before cast list went up." Kiss. "But... you shouldn't worry about any of those things. We can work it out, I know we can. You'll get to that college, and you'll always... ALWAYS, Kurt, have me. But for the next couple weeks, you won't see me that often." The countertenor's expression changed to that of worry and curiosity- what was going on? "I've been pulling some strings, and I'm going to be taking an extra class- well, I'll be taking a couple extra classes."

"Blaine, your grades are impeccable. You don't need tutoring. Please, just stay with me..."

"No, it's going to be worth it. Please sacrifice these few weeks for me, for us." Kurt still didn't know where Blaine was going, "...so that we have all of forever to worry about with each other." 

That was so touching. If Blaine was aiming to make Kurt cry even more than he already was, then mission accomplished.

"There's something else," Kurt began, "I sense that there's a huge message I'm not getting yet..." His jaw dropped, "...are you proposing? Oh no... please tell me you're not! It's not that I don't want to marry you, I do- and I want to- someday- down the line, but I don't think we're at that part of- and we didn't even graduate yet and I haven't even called a caterer, or a fashion house and oh god, would it really be the best place you would think of doing this at? In front of my very ACCOMODATING toilet?"

Blaine couldn't help but blush, while he saw Kurt ramble in that adorable way his other half seemed to over analyze things, "No offense to your toilet, but no." He took that cold, shaking hand, "I'm taking a couple extra classes so I get all my credits done...and graduate WITH you this year."

"OH MY G-you're perfect. You're perfect to me. I love you so much... thank you for doing all of this. I promise to help you study in any way I can."

"Wes and David and some of the guys volunteered, actually." Blaine's gave his boyfriend a knowing look, "...because you remember what happens if it's just us 'studying' together... nothing ever gets done."

"I think plenty gets done, actually." Batt of the eyelashes, biting of the lip.

"Well, well, well... how about you and me get out of this bathroom and get some of that homework done, okay?"

"Let me just brush my teeth and clean up a bit. I think you need to pop quiz me, orally...please. I don't want to fail."

"Since you asked so nicely..."