A/N: Because Klaine is magical and beautiful and everything special. No Glee = sad me, and I'd had this idea in my head for ages so I needed to get this out. Prepare for lots and lots of Klaine fluff, buuuuut also some angst along the way (but mainly fluff, because fluff is good, fluff is great.) Some will be this length, some shorter, some 758574687 words. I just finished my first HSC exam and I have plenty more coming up, but hopefully updates won't be scattered here, there and everywhere. Fun fact: I'M USING MICROSFT WORD 2007 FOR THE FIRST TIME AND IT'S SO, SO HARD. I'm and oldie at heart and 2003 is all I can handle. Anyway bye.
1: logical
When Blaine Anderson first met Kurt Hummel, he thought the world of him, and he still does. He was sweet and innocent and quite frankly, he looked like a fucking angel. It seemed only natural that Blaine would make a move on him, especially with Nick and Jeff proclaiming that Blaine had been "eye fucking" the other boy since day one. Blaine is everything awkward and uncomfortable around people he liked, which was why he messed up oh so often in those few months. The Jeremiah incident, the Rachel Berry incident (oh god, he wants to forget all about that) and the whole sexy thing was just too much to handle.
He realises now that those mistakes were his, he owned them, and Blaine couldn't take it back no matter what he did or who he prayed to. But when they kissed for the first time, when Blaine let his hand linger on Kurt's soft, creamy skin: he knew this was it, this was the boy, and he was everything and anything Blaine would ever need. The kiss didn't last long in real life, but Blaine's head was replaying it over and over again, so it felt like hours. Sweet, gracious hours of kissing Kurt Hummel and Kurt Hummel only.
So years later, with Kurt just finishing college and getting into the fashion industry – he got the Vogue internship because according to him "those other girls, ahem, did not know the difference between their McCartney and McQueen," and was on his way to writing articles monthly – and Blaine finishing up his course in elementary teaching, he knew it was time. It all made sense, and to Blaine, the stars were all aligning perfectly as well as his and his love's life.
But Blaine is just god awful at romance, he thinks, in the comfort of their apartment, Kurt by his side on the couch while they watch Snow White. He's clumsy and jittery and never knows what to say, so of course the idea of proposing to Kurt is nothing but scary. He kinda of wants to go cliché: flower petals spelling out "will you marry me?" on the floor and candles scattered about the place. Then there's the whole innovative side of Blaine that shouts "dress up as GaGa and yell out GaGa lyrics and oh my god just get GaGa to propose for you," because she'd do a much better job. But quite frankly, having someone yell out "I want to take a ride on your disco disk," as a form of a proposal seems a little risqué, even for Blaine. The smaller boy smiles down at the beauty in his arms, his dark eyes travelling to meet the much lighter ones.
Kurt sees him and blushes, his cheeks flaring and his small but still visible freckles begin to stand out. "Mm, Stop," Kurt mutters, his eyes shutting and his hand covering his face.
"What?" Blaine laughs. "I love you, let me stare you."
"That's creepy, Blaine," Kurt giggles.
And for some reason, that's it. It hits him hard and fast and Blaine swears he sees stars. When he looks down at Kurt he's still got that familiar red across his cheeks and it's absolutely beautiful. Everything comes back to Blaine at that moment, all the good times (when they first moved in and the hours they spent picking out paint for their walls, and Kurt's interior decorator side of him killed anyone in his way) and the bad times (their first real fight where everything was coming down, but they pulled through because they're Kurt and Blaine, and they're fucking fantastic.) Blaine's never been one for over the top, drama filled relationships that were meant to be hard. And he's so sick of the whole "be with someone who pushes your buttons" thing because really, that whole thing is ridiculous. Blaine's always wanted something easy and fun where he didn't have to scream and cry to get his lover's attention. There's no point to that, no reason, but everything about Kurt makes complete sense, Blaine thinks. So he leans down and gently kisses those bright pink lips because God, they're perfect and Kurt's perfect and everything is perfect and –
"Will you marry me?"
It falls from his lips quicker than Kurt had kissed Blaine back. He couldn't control it. It was out before he knew what to do and Blaine's eyes turn a worried, dark colour when he sees the look on Kurt's face. The porcelain boy's face reads nothing but shock and fear, and his mouth is open, his surprise clear as day. Blaine's about to aplogise, tell his boyfriend that it's okay and he doesn't need to say yes and Blaine's, you know, kind of drunk because it's a Wednesday night after all.
But Kurt sits up quick, his soft hands gripping Blaine's closer and pulling him into an almighty kiss that Blaine doesn't want to end. It's rough, yeah, but it's got nothing but passion and love describing it, and the boy in Blaine's lap can kiss however the hell he wants to, anyway, because he's Kurt fucking Hummel. His fair skinned hand runs through Blaine's hair slowly, gripping the curly locks that, for once, aren't completely drowning in hair gel.
Kurt continues to giggle uncontrollably, and Blaine's in love with the sound and can't help but smile at the noise, before he gets up, clapping his hands together. "I need to call Mercedes and Tina and my dad and Finn and the florist and oh my god, Blaine, I fucking you!" And with that Kurt runs – no, skips, Blaine notes – down the hall covered with photos of the memories the two have shared over the years, and Blaine can't wait to fill it up with extravagant, over the top, photos that Kurt is sure to over analyse and pick.
Blaine doesn't need a yes from him. He can go without the conventional confirmation; after all, they've never really been a conventional couple.