A/N: I don't own Glee or any of the characters, nor do I own the rights to Zara. This is just for fun, I assure you I do not make any money at all from this (a girl can dream, though!)
If you don't like fluff, just skip to Chapter 2 for the juicy stuff. I just don't want to do too much PWP, ya know? Gotta keep it kinda classy...
The lights of New York City glowed with the promise of the night as Blaine left the studio, another long day of recording and mixing finally over. He stopped on the street corner to breathe in, closing his eyes and letting his mind go blank for just a moment before opening them again. He looked left down the street and threw up his hand to hail a taxi.
The commute home always felt like an eternity. The studio was nestled in Morningside Heights, and the flat he shared with Kurt was only fifteen minutes away in the Upper East Side, but after ten hours of being shut away in a dark building in front of a bank of sound boards and glowing computer screens, every minute he wasn't spending with Kurt was a minute horribly wasted. So when the cab pulled up in front of their East 92nd apartment, Blaine handed the driver a fistful of cash before ducking quickly out of the car and bounding up the steps.
Finally, he was home.
Kurt shivered as he set the table, eyeing the thermostat with intense irritation. It was the middle of November, and the temperatures outside were already starting to dip down into the 20's. He walked over to the small panel and checked the temperature.
"Seventy-one? Jesus, I'm marrying a polar bear," he muttered to himself, but paused immediately after he said it to relish that word.
Marrying.
Blaine had proposed only a week before in Central Park on their usual Saturday morning stroll, in front of the Alice in Wonderland statue. They were chatting happily about Kurt's recent promotion at Zara (he had graduated from construction to fashion consultant after only three months on the job), when all of a sudden, right at the foot of the giant bronze mushroom, Blaine hooked his arm through Kurt's and spun him around, stopping him mid-sentence.
"Kurt, our rent is due next week."
Kurt's brow furrowed at the announcement. "I know, I have the check for my half sitting on my design table at home."
Blaine smiled broadly. "What if we only had to write one check?"
Kurt's confused expression deepened. "I don't follow."
Blaine stepped forward, their faces now mere inches from each other.
"One check," he beamed, "with both of our names on it."
"Blaine, what are you –"
Blaine knelt to the ground, sliding his hand down Kurt's arm until his both of his hands grasped Kurt's left one.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," he said, looking directly into his boyfriend's eyes, his voice measured and serious. "I am absolutely crazy about you, and I can't imagine any version of my life without you in it. Will you marry me?"
Kurt's right hand flew immediately up to his mouth, his eyes widened in shock. He blinked and let the hand slowly fall from his lips.
"Oh God, Blaine, yes!" he breathed, his eyes welling up with tears as he pulled his new fiancé up to his feet and into a tight embrace. He took Blaine's face in his hands and kissed him firmly but tenderly on the lips. Blaine pulled back and reached into the pocket of his navy peacoat, pulling out a small aqua box and opened it, revealing a stunning rose gold band, with a single diamond inlaid in the metal. Blaine pulled it out and held it up in front of Kurt.
"This," he murmured softly, still looking Kurt dead in the eye, "is my promise that no matter what happens, no matter what direction each of our lives takes us, we will always, always have each other."
A single tear slipped down Kurt's cheek as Blaine slid the ring onto his left hand.
"I love you," Kurt said softly. "You are the best thing to ever happen to me, Blaine. You – I love you so much!"
With that, Kurt hugged Blaine again, this one even tighter than the first, and both men stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, knowing that this was the moment that both of them had wanted since that first kiss at Dalton nearly seven years ago. And it was more than either of them ever could have dreamed of.
Kurt smiled as he adjusted the thermostat, thinking over all of the wedding plans he'd been formulating since he was seven. Just as he started mentally debating the relative merits of an indoor versus outdoor ceremony, he heard the key in the lock and spun around to see Blaine walk in, looking tired but very, very happy to see him.
When he crossed the foyer into the living room to hug Kurt, Blaine looked over at the inconspicuous black bag sitting in the hall just outside the master bedroom.
Kurt had done some shopping for him.
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