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“This is probably disgustingly cheesy,” Blaine says, pulling the long box from the inside pocket of his jacket. “But…I saw this and I thought of you.”
He hands him the box and Kurt opens it, finding a shiny silver key hung on a thin chain resting inside.
“Blaine,” Kurt breathes, eyes welling up for every reason; this necklace, his senior year coming to a close, having to leave Blaine in Lima when he leaves for New York. “Blaine, it’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“It’s…I have the lock.”
Kurt looks up from the necklace and locks eyes with his boyfriend, who had just pulled the corresponding necklace from under his shirt. He throws his arms around Blaine’s neck without missing a beat, holding him closer when he feels the shaking shoulders that tell him Blaine is seconds from crying himself.
“I love you,” Kurt says when he pulls away. “This is…perfect. It’s exactly us.”
“I’m going to miss you,” the tears fall from Blaine’s eyes, but he’s smiling slightly when he moves to take the necklace from the box, standing behind Kurt and fastening the clasp around his neck. “But at least when you’re gone, you can still know that you’re the only one with the key to my heart.”