Kurt knew a lot of things from an early age. He knew to always add the milk last during afternoon tea, and the tea inside the hospital didn't taste nearly as good as the type his mom used to brew. He knew, from looking at pictures of his own parent's wedding, he wanted to wear a white vest and a white bowtie, possibly with tails if his future husband wasn't too concerned with looking like a penguin.
He also knew that when he was proposed to – because at eight, Kurt never knew he would enjoy getting on his knees for a guy – it would happen on a blustery fall day in New York City. He would walk hand-in-hand with his boyfriend to Serendipity 3, where they would share a frozen hot chocolate. And as they headed toward Central Park to watch the leaves fall, Kurt's hand would be pulled back. His boyfriend would drop to one knee, profess his undying love and acceptance of Kurt's wit and snark. Kurt knew he would start crying from the moment he turned around – that's what always happened in the movies. He would take a deep breath, boldly say "yes" before holding his left hand out for the ring. Only after would he lean in for a kiss.
After the congratulations died down, Kurt and Blaine made their way back to Blaine's car parked at the end of Dalton's lot. They had made the same walk, their arms linked together at the elbows, many times back in that March so long ago.
"Did you expect it?" Blaine asked, grinning widely. He had taken off his mustard suit jacket and had it slung gracefully over his other shoulder.
Kurt grimaced and turned away from Blaine's hopeful eyes. "Yeah, I figured it out yesterday."
Blaine let out a laugh. He unhooked their elbows and reached down to lace his fingers with Kurt's. He gently rubbed his thumb over the new silver band that felt heavy on Kurt's hand.
"I figured as much. You didn't seem all too surprised until you saw Vocal Adrenaline."
"You did manage to surprise me with that part," Kurt said. He reached out and cupped Blaine's cheek. "I hate how I answered though."
Blaine squinted his eyes and tilted his head slightly, but no worry crossed his face. "What do you mean?"
"I told you 'yeah', Blaine," Kurt said, shaking his head. "You planned out this romantic proposal with the most beautiful speech. And I said 'yeah'."
"Do you want me to call everyone back so you can have a do-over?" Blaine asked, confusion littering his voice.
"No, no," Kurt said quietly, "it's okay. I just always thought I would be, I don't know, firm about it."
Blaine grabbed both of Kurt's hands, letting his jacket fall onto the asphalt. They locked eyes.
"Are you sure you want this?"
Kurt leaned forward and pressed his lips against Blaine briefly. "Oh, honey, of course I'm sure. I just created some fantasy in my mind."
"And this didn't match up to it?" Blaine asked, gripping Kurt's hands tightly.
Kurt shook his head. "It was better than I could have ever imagined."
He leaned forward and captured Blaine's lips with his, gently caressing them open as he deepened the kiss. He reached up and tilted Blaine's face, pulling their faces even closer together. Blaine's face widened into a smile when he felt the cool metal on Kurt's left hand pressing into his face.
It may not have involved Central Park or hot chocolate, but that's what eternity is for.