THE MISSING SCENE FROM THAT FUCKING FINALE

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“Kurt Hummel!”

Kurt jumped as a six-inch thick folder was slammed onto the desk next to him. He looked up, startled, at a slightly-crazed Blaine. “Blaine—?”

“Here we go,” Blaine huffed, pulling up a chair to sit across from him. “It took me all night, but I’m pretty sure I got them all.”

Kurt stared at the overwhelming stack of papers in alarm. “All of what?”

“Applications,” Blaine said distractedly as he started leafing through them, sorting the papers into piles. “For internships in New York starting in September and October.”

“Woah, what?” Kurt’s eyebrows raised in alarm. “Internships?”

“Mmhmm,” Blaine mumbled. “Fashion, Magazine editors, playwrights, tech hands, designers, they’re all looking for interns and I got all their applications, but most of them are due by Saturday, so we kind of have to hurry.” Kurt was still giving him a dumbfounded look. “To get you to New York next year, so you don’t have to be stuck here.”

Kurt stared at the applications. “Blaine…Blaine, this is amazing! But, you know that I don’t mind taking a year off and staying in Lima—”

“You will be taking a year off,” Blaine said firmly. “But you’re going to New York. It’s what you’ve been dying to do all year.”

“Blaine,” Kurt said gently. “I know that you’re dying for me to stay.”

Blaine was silent, fiddling with the edge of a fashion magazine internship application. “I am,” he admitted quietly. “Of course I want you to stay. But what I want more than anything is for you to achieve your dreams and be successful and show the world how bright and amazing and inspiring Kurt Hummel is.”

Kurt kissed him, full on the mouth and suddenly they were grabbing at each other, not even concerned at the table between them as they kissed frantically over the applications.

“Thank you,” Kurt gasped against his lips, pulling back. “Seriously, you’re the best boyfriend ever. I love you so much.”

Blaine smiled, kissing him gently. “I love you too.”

Kurt smiled, sitting back down and leafing through the pappers. “Well, at least I’ll get the summer here in Lima with you.”

“Oh…” Blaine frowned, glancing down.

Kurt blinked. “What?”

“Well,” Blaine bit his lip. “It’s just that Cooper got a contract and is filming a commercial in Paris in two weeks and he kind of invited me…”

“Oh,” Kurt nodded. “Well, have fun—”

“And a plus one.”

Kurt blinked.

Blaine shrugged. “But hey, if you want to spend the summer in Lima, that’s cool, I’ll just give the tickets to my parents—” He laughed as Kurt climbed over the table and squeezed him in a hug, squealing in his ear.

“Paris? Moi? I have to pack! Oh my god, what am I going to wear there?” Kurt babbled, looking around frantically as if a wardrobe would just appear in the classroom. “We have to go shopping, Blaine. This is important—”

Blaine cut him off with a kiss. “Alright, sweetheart. But we have to finish the applications, remember? Here, I’ve already started filling some out…”

Kurt took a half-completed one, filling in the empty blanks. “Wait, you know my social security number?”

“Of course I do.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling, not willing to admit that he knew Blaine’s as well. “Come on, let’s take these to the Lima Bean. It’s not like we can finish them without a non-fat mocha, medium drip, biscotti, and pumpkin bread anyways.”

“My man is so wise,” Blaine smiled as he leaned in and kissed Kurt on the side of his head.

Together, they gathered up the papers and left the school.