A/N: This is the first fanfic I have ever let anyone else read, so I would really appreciate some constructive criticism from you all! I am British (hence the trip to London) but I have tried to get everything as authentically American as I can. But feel free to point out any Britishisms that I have left in by mistake. This fic is set in 2016, and Kurt and Blaine have been together ever since Dalton.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kurt, Blaine or Glee. I wish I owned Darren Criss though ;)

Chapter 1 - London Baby

Valentine's Day. It had never really been Kurt's favourite holiday, and he definitely didn't need reminding about that particular February the 14th back in high school when he had to watch the love of his life serenading another guy. But ever since then Blaine had made it his personal mission in life to make every Valentine's Day all about Kurt. Last year had been particularly amazing. Blaine had somehow managed to get access to Dalton, and had organised a ridiculously romantic picnic for the pair of them, at the bottom of the staircase where they first met. He had placed candles on every step, and there had even been champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. Kurt was sure Wes and David must have had something to do with it too - there was no way Blaine could have done that all by himself.

Needless to say, this year Kurt's hopes were pretty high. However, he hadn't expected to come home from work on the 13th to find Blaine waiting in the living room with two packed suitcases and a ridiculously big grin on his face.

"I don't want to rain on anyone's parade, but you do realise I have work tomorrow?" Kurt asked, looking incredibly guilty that he may be about to ruin Blaine's surprise.

He laughed. "I called Shane weeks ago, and he gave you the whole week off, so you are all mine now babe". Kurt didn't know what to say. "Don't even ask me where we are going though, because I'm not telling".

Kurt stuck out his bottom lip, giving Blaine the puppy dog eyes that he normally couldn't resist. "Blaaaaaiiine, how will I know what to pack if you don't tell me where we're going?" he pleaded.

"Kurt, there are two suitcases here, so obviously I have packed for you. And yes, all your moisturizers are in there". Kurt was about to speak when Blaine added "and of course I packed your charger. Couldn't be doing without your iPhone for a week now could you".

Kurt smiled. "Maybe you could just let me have a quick look and make sure you really did pack everything I might need? You know that being on holiday is the perfect excuse to flaunt my wardrobe".

"Kurt!" Blaine knew his boyfriend too well. Kurt wanted to try and deduce their holiday destination from the clothing he had chosen. "Trust me babe. Anyway, you're late home from work and we have to be at the airport by 8.30".

"You do realise that as soon as we get to JFK I will know where we are headed" Kurt explained. "You can't blindfold me - I'm going to see the tickets, the airline, the departures board".

"Yeah, well, you will find out soon enough then won't you!" Blaine handed a suitcase to his boyfriend. "Now come on, let's get us a taxi".

Kurt didn't really like surprises - he was way too impatient for that. Obviously Blaine knew this, but to his credit he didn't give in, even when Kurt was trying to seduce it out of him in the back of the taxi. However, when they finally arrived at JFK he didn't really have a choice, Kurt was going to realise as soon as they headed for the British Airways check-in desk.

"Kurt. You know how you got all excited about the Royal Wedding, and even wrote that musical about that Middleton girl-"

"Pippa. Kate's sister's name is Pippa, Blaine!"

"Anyway. You know how you love all that Royal family stuff, and how you have always wanted to visit England-"

"?" Kurt screamed, jumping up and down like someone had told him he had won the lottery.

Blaine was the sort of man who loved giving gifts more than receiving them, especially where his boyfriend was concerned. The look on Kurt's face right now was enough of a gift to last a lifetime. "Well, let's head over to that British Airways desk and see if they have a couple of seats for us, shall we?" Blaine teased.

Kurt had never been a very good airline passenger. Now that he and Blaine lived in New York, he did occasionally have no choice but to fly back to Ohio to visit his parents and Finn. Although if he had enough time he much preferred to drive, and road trips with Blaine were always fun. There was just something about getting on a massive hunk of metal and expecting it to get up in the air that made him a bit nervous. He had never been on a 747 before, and this was a whole different ballgame. He seriously thought that it was never going to take off, but when it finally did, Blaine did manage to get Kurt settled down. They spent the next 6 hours talking about what they planned to do with their week in London (which obviously had to include a visit to Buckingham Palace) and getting some sleep.

"Oh my GaGa!" Kurt screamed. "We are actually in England!" There was something about this country that completely captivated the young man. England conjured up images of castles, princes and romance, and Kurt couldn't wait to explore. Blaine finally managed to persuade him that it might be best if they checked in to the hotel first, and so that's exactly what they did.

Blaine's Dad was a major shareholder in a chain of upmarket hotels, and so Blaine had got a ridiculously good rate for the week. Of course Kurt knew that Blaine's family weren't exactly poor, but it never failed to amaze him on the rare occasions that Blaine demonstrated just how wealthy they actually were.

"It's good to see you again Mr. Anderson" the hotel manager beamed, holding out his hand to the young man.

Blaine smiled, and gave the man a very enthusiastic handshake. "Please James, call me Blaine. As I keep telling you, Mr. Anderson is my father".

James laughed. "As you wish, Blaine. It has been a while since we have seen you here. Your father stayed with us just a few weeks ago actually, business I think". Blaine nodded. "Anyway, I see you have a reservation for this week in one our double rooms. That definitely won't do". Kurt looked worryingly at his boyfriend, wondering if this man wasn't happy with Blaine's choice of partner. He needn't have been. "I'm sure there is a spare suite that we can upgrade you and your friend to".

Blaine smiled at Kurt. "I don't want to cause any trouble James".

James shook his head vigorously. "Nonsense, it's no trouble at all! It's a pleasure to have you staying with us again Mr. And-, I mean Blaine. And your boyfriend, I assume?" he asked, smiling at Kurt.

Blaine put his arm around Kurt's shoulders. "James, this is indeed my boyfriend, Kurt. Kurt this is James. Obviously he runs this hotel, but he is also a family friend. He keeps an eye on Charlotte when she's over here at LSE". Charlotte was Blaine's younger sister, who was currently studying for a degree in Business Math and Statistics here in London, at the School of Economics. Kurt had only met her once or twice in Ohio, when she came home for Christmases, but they had an instant connection. She was like Blaine in so many ways, only a little bit wilder.

Kurt smiled at James. "It's great to meet you Sir. Thank you so much for the upgrade! Not that I am planning on spending too much time in the room - I have so much London to see, and only a week to see it in!" Blaine could tell that Kurt was getting excited again, as he couldn't keep still.

James laughed. "Well, leave your bags here and I will get someone to take them up. Here are your keys Blaine, you are on the 5th floor, in your family's usual suite. And if you need anything at all, then don't hesitate to ask".

Kurt couldn't quite believe how gorgeous their room was. The bedroom had a massive four-poster bed, and was decked out in blue and peach colors. There was even a chandelier for Christ's sake! And their balcony overlooked Piccadilly Circus, which Kurt decided was London's answer to Times Square. Of course, Blaine had got them tickets to see a few shows whilst they were in town, but that evening they had a very important dinner date with Charlotte. Kurt had some sightseeing to get down before then though. They hopped on the tube to Westminster, and took a ridiculous amount of photos of themselves at Westminster Abbey, as well as outside the Houses of Parliament and Downing Street, before walking along the river to meet Blaine's sister in a restaurant that she had suggested.

Kurt had forgotten just how gorgeous Charlotte was. He remembered thinking that she had a striking resemblance to Zooey Deschanel the first time they had met, but she had somehow become even more beautiful since then. She had the same colour hair as her brother, as well as the trademark Anderson curls, but that was where the similarities between the siblings ended. She had the bluest eyes Kurt thought he had ever seen, so blue that he almost couldn't believe they were real. She did dress a bit like Rachel Berry used to at McKinley, but it somehow worked on her more than it did on his famous friend.

"Kurtie!" she hollered across the restaurant, spotting them as soon as they walked through the door. "And Blainie, of course" she added, seeing the look of faux upset on her brother's face. She drew them in for a group hug, before giving Blaine a wink that Kurt didn't quite understand. "How the devil are the pair of you?"

Kurt and Blaine filled the girl in on the goings on back in New York, and in turn she entertained them with tales of her drunken university goings-on. "Char, you're only 19! Does Mom know about all this drinking?" he asked jokily.

"Babe, that is the benefit of a British education! Trust me, being able to go out and legally get trashed makes college a lot more bearable" she smirked. "And I'm sure Mom did plenty worse when she was my age. How do you think she got that drinking problem in the first place?"

"How is dearest Mama?" Blaine asked. He didn't speak to his parents all that often, as they didn't really approve of his 'lifestyle'.

"Same old, same old, really. Mom keeps threatening to come over and visit, which of course would be a disaster of epic proportions". Blaine laughed. "Dad was here a few weeks ago though. I think he misses you B. Obviously he would never say it out loud, but I can tell".

Both the men looked shocked at this revelation - Mr. Anderson had never really seemed to care about his son when they lived in Ohio. "What makes you say that?" Blaine asked, not wanting to get his hopes up for any sort of relationship with his father.

"I don't know. He asks about you a lot I guess. Whenever I talk to him on the phone he always asks if I have heard from you, and wants to know what you are up to. I think he is incredibly proud of what you are doing you know. He always wanted you to become a lawyer babe, it's like a dream come true for him. Maybe you should go and visit the pair of them next time you are back in Ohio?"

Blaine smiled, as Kurt grabbed his hand under the table. Kurt knew how much Blaine craved his father's respect, and he didn't want Blaine to be disappointed yet again. "Does he ever mention Kurt?" Blaine asked his sister, ever hopeful that his Dad would have a change of heart.

"I'm going to be honest and say no". Blaine's smile disappeared instantly. "Don't look like that babe. It's hard for him, he was raised in a different world. And anyway, as soon as he starts asking questions about you, all I talk about is Kurt. And he doesn't try and change the subject, which can only be a good thing, right?"

They spent the rest of the week following Kurt's well thought-out itinerary, with the help of the guide book Blaine had given Kurt on the plane. Blaine had treated his man to tickets to see Wicked, and Charlotte had got all three of them tickets for Priscilla Queen of the Desert. Rachel had a friend that was staring in Billy Elliott, and so she had gotten the boys tickets and backstage passes for that particular musical. Being Rachel's brother-in-law really did have its advantages!

On their last day in the city, Blaine even managed to drag a very scared Kurt on to the London Eye, promising him he would reward his braveness when they got back to the hotel later.

"It's not as bad as I was expecting honey, I will give you that" Kurt relented. "You can see for miles up here!"

"It makes you realise how tall everything in New York is, doesn't it?" Blaine commented. "London is so much more... I don't even know what the word I am looking for is".

"Old?" Kurt offered.

Blaine couldn't help but laugh at his adorable boyfriend. "Yeah, London is so much more old. Very eloquent Kurt".

Kurt laughed, but then he turned to look at the man he loved, with pure happiness in his eyes. "Thank you so much for bringing me here Blaine, it has been a completely magical trip". Kurt was almost crying now. "I was seriously wondering how you were going to top last year's V-Day, but you managed it. I really don't deserve such a perfect boyfriend".

"Shhhh! It's me that doesn't deserve you". He took Kurt's hands in his and looked him straight in the eyes. "These past 5 years have been the best of my life. I still can't really believe that I get to wake up next to you every morning, or that I get to be the one who you tell your crazy work stories to, or that, by some unbelievable luck, I'm actually the one who gets to kiss you".

They were both crying now, and other people in their section of the massive Ferris-wheel were beginning to look at them, but neither of them seemed to care. They were too wrapped up in each other.

Blaine hadn't planned to do this here. He was taking Kurt out for dinner later, to a very posh restaurant. That was the plan. But it felt so right, and he had been carrying the ring around for the past week. It was burning a hole in his jacket pocket, itching to get to its rightful place on Kurt's finger.

Blaine started to shake a little bit, but at least he managed to remember some of what he had been planning to say. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. You move me. You constantly make me want to better myself, and to prove to you that I am worthy of your love and respect. And I would love nothing more than to be allowed to keep trying to prove that for the rest of our lives". Blaine let go of Kurt's hands, stepped back, and dropped down on to one knee. "Kurt, my love, will you do me the incredible honor of becoming my husband?'

Kurt was in floods of tears by now, and really couldn't believe that something so incredibly perfect could be happening to him. "Ummm... YES! Of course I will marry you Blaine!" Kurt screamed, running forward and squeezing his fiancé as hard as he could. They were startled as the people around them started clapping and cheering; they had completely forgotten they weren't alone. Blaine reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the box that he had been guarding with his life the entire time they had been in London - he had been so worried that Kurt would find it before he got the chance to propose. Kurt opened the box to find a simple silver band, complete with three small diamonds. On seeing the beautiful ring, a fresh wave of tears started to fall from his eyes.

"Did I do good?" Blaine asked, smiling like never before. He couldn't believe how anyone could be this happy.

"Honestly, I couldn't have picked anything better myself" Kurt replied sincerely. Blaine pulled the ring out of the box and slid it onto Kurt's finger. Kurt pulled Blaine in for a kiss, which wasn't filled with desire or lust, this was a kiss filled with nothing but love.

A small girl tugged at her Mom's arm, and asked why those two men were kissing. "The curly haired man just asked the cute man to marry him darling" she replied.

The girl looked confused. "But I thought only boys could ask girls to marry them?"

Kurt and Blaine had stopped kissing now, and were both listening intently to what the woman's reply would be. The mother laughed, picked up the girl, and hugged her close. "Anyone can ask the person they love to marry them. A boy can ask a girl, or a boy can ask a boy. Girls can even do the asking these days! I asked your Daddy to marry me" she revealed. The little girl looked impressed.

"So I could ask anyone I want?" she inquired.

"When you are old enough, I will be happy with whoever you want to marry. As long as you love them, and they love you, that is all that matters. You remember that darling, and don't ever let anyone try and tell you any differently". Although she was talking to her daughter, she was now looking at Kurt and Blaine, giving them a smile.

Kurt, overcome with emotion, walked over to the lady and thanked her. "And may I say, your daughter is totally adorable!" he added, smiling from ear to ear.

After enjoying what Kurt thought was a delicious but ridiculously expensive dinner, the newly engaged couple headed back to the hotel to celebrate a little more intimately. Blaine sent Kurt up to their room, telling him that he needed to talk to James about a private family matter and that he would meet his fiancé up stairs very soon. Kurt didn't believe him for a second, but went along with it anyway. He was too excited, and he wanted to call Mercedes and Rachel to tell them the news!

"Cedes! You will never guess what?... Yes, I'm in London! How did you know?... Oh, Rachel told you. Blaine must have told Finn... Yeah, the New Directions gossip mill never stops turning, even four years after graduation. Anyway, that's not even what I wanted to tell you. I'm engaged Mercedes! Blaine asked me to marry him this afternoon! It was so unbelievably romantic... Yeah, just don't tell anyone else just yet, I have to be the one to tell Dad and Carole..."

"Rachel Berry please... Yes, I'll hold... Rachel!... Ok, I'll be quick. Blaine proposed! I'm getting married!... I know, I know, I can't believe it either... Don't tell anyone, especially not your husband. I don't want this getting back to Dad or Carole before I can tell them..."

"James, I need a favour. Can you get me some champagne delivered to our room?"

James looked at Blaine, and there was no missing the incredible look of pure happiness on the younger man's face. "Are you celebrating something Blaine?" he inquired, although he had a pretty good idea what was going on.

"You cannot tell anyone else this, especially not either of my parents". The older man nodded. "I just got engaged!" Blaine exclaimed. He was finding it incredibly hard not to burst into song right now - once a Warbler, always a Warbler.

"That is fantastic news Blaine! You must give my congratulations to your new fiancé". James walked round from behind the desk and hugged him, giving his hair a ruffle. Blaine may be 22 years old now, but he hadn't grown an inch since high school, and James still thought of him as a young boy. "I hope your Kurt realises how lucky he is" he added, playing the protective big brother. "Do I have to give him the 'hurt him and I'll hurt you' talk?" he joked.

"Well, I doubt my Dad will" Blaine replied, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Your Dad cares about you, even if he doesn't always show it Blaine". Blaine smiled. "Now come on, get upstairs and I will send up some champagne on ice and maybe some chocolates too".

"Thanks James. And you better be expecting a wedding invite very soon. And I won't take no for an answer!"

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