[It's perfect. The night is perfect. Kex is perfect. The whole world is perfect. They went to a play with good seats, had a fantastic dinner with fun, light conversation and candles that burned just right and melted the wax just right, and then they went back to their hotel and wow. Petals on the bed, chilled champagne awaiting, lights dimmed and only the translucent curtains closed so that the stars can shine through but still provide privacy. It's just perfect and the most romantic thing to ever exist ever]
[Kurt could write the lyrics for and compose the symphonic score for a song about how he feels right now. He's up in the air but so wonderfully on Earth, somewhere between the reality of the world and the heavens that he didn't believe in, maybe the clouds. Yeah, clouds sounded about right. He's on his back on the bed, fingers intertwined with Kex's, who's on top of him, and his eyes are closed and he's smiling so wide when they're not gently kissing.]
Kex...
[He opens his eyes, only for them to widen as he gasps. Staring back at him, from the ceiling, is himself flushed and the stretch of Kex's back. Oh god. There were mirrors on the ceiling.]
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[Kurt could write the lyrics for and compose the symphonic score for a song about how he feels right now. He's up in the air but so wonderfully on Earth, somewhere between the reality of the world and the heavens that he didn't believe in, maybe the clouds. Yeah, clouds sounded about right. He's on his back on the bed, fingers intertwined with Kex's, who's on top of him, and his eyes are closed and he's smiling so wide when they're not gently kissing.]
Kex...
[He opens his eyes, only for them to widen as he gasps. Staring back at him, from the ceiling, is himself flushed and the stretch of Kex's back. Oh god. There were mirrors on the ceiling.]
Oh my god.