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We're on the lottery list. We probably won't even get in.

But I am already planning EVERYTHING.

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/06/dining/a-pop-up-paris-picnic-is-coming-to-new-york.html

[fic - Glee] Like You Should Be Kissed (1/3), R

Title: Like You Should Be Kissed (1/3)
Rating: R
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine; Kurt/Blaine/Rachel
Spoilers (if any): "Blame it on the Alcohol", "New York"
Warnings (if any): None.
Word Count: ~2,000
Summary: Kurt comes to a startling conclusion. After that, everything is like dominoes.
Author's Note: tsarina, who beta'd this for me, said it feels like a fever dream. It's entirely possible that it is. This has been haunting me for months, and while I'm trying to write it smart, I'm mostly just trying to get it out of my head.

( In the mornings before they all have to start their days, Blaine knows that Rachel Berry likes to come into their bedroom and sit in the large chair by Kurt's side of the bed. )