A/N: Hello everyone. I've been reading fanfic for ages and I wanted to try my hand and actually writing some. I write in my spare time and I've never had anyone read my work before so I thought this would be a good place to break out into the world. :D Klaine is one of my favorite pairings in the world and I'm always thinking of random way Blaine and/or Kurt would propose. This is one of those random thoughts. Enjoy!

Kurt looked around, amazed once again by the sights New York City provided. He leaned into Blaine's shoulder, sighing contently. Kurt had the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.

Blaine, being the amazing boyfriend that he is, had decided to take Kurt to New York City for a week as his graduation present. And so the two found themselves walking around the city being typical tourists; Blaine had also set up a tour of NYU for Kurt since he had been accepted already. Kurt had been ecstatic when he had first found out about the trip, honestly amazed that Blaine had gotten Burt to agree at all. Yet, despite Kurt's initial skepticism, here they were lying in the grass in Central Park admiring the city lights at night.

They had left Ohio on a Monday, and unfortunately their weeklong vacation was nearly up. It was Saturday night and they had only one day left, tomorrow, to enjoy in the Big Apple. Kurt was sad to leave, but was comforted by reminding himself that he'd be returning soon.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered from his spot by Kurt's side.

"Yeah, Blaine?"

"It's a beautiful night."

"It is." Kurt sighed contently, nuzzling his boyfriend's neck and burying his face in the glory of Blaine's curly, unruly hair. (Kurt had finally convinced Blaine to relax on the gel, at least for one night.)

"But nothing can be more beautiful than you." Kurt smiled, rolled over onto his side, and rolled his eyes at Blaine.

"Can you get any cheesier?"

Blaine smirked cheekily. "If you want me to."

Kurt said nothing in response, merely shaking his head fondly.

"And to think," Kurt said after a short moment of comfortable silence, "I used to think you were a clueless dapper gentleman."

Blaine laughed, pulling Kurt closer into his chest. Kurt snuggled in further, laying a chaste kiss on Blaine's collarbone.

Blaine looked down at Kurt, happiness overwhelming him just at it did every time he and Kurt cuddled. How did I end up so lucky? Blaine thought.

There was another reason Blaine had brought Kurt to New York, unbeknownst to Kurt. The only people who knew of this secret reason were Blaine, Burt, Carole, and Finn. But knowing Finn, Blaine wouldn't be surprised if Rachel and Mercedes knew as well.

Seeing as how Kurt was moving to New York shortly and Blaine was to follow him, Kurt was prone to dropping hints on what he considered the perfect proposal and the perfect wedding. Blaine had smiled at every such instance, giving Kurt's indulgence free reign in most of their private conversations. Blaine had been taking notes and, after a few days of listening to Kurt's opinions, felt he knew the exactly how he wanted to propose.

Yes, they were still young, but this law was monumental. And just because Blaine was proposing now didn't mean they had to get married right away. Or at least that had been Blaine's reasoning to Burt when he had asked for Kurt's hand. Sure it was old-fashioned, but Blaine knew it would mean the world to Kurt to have Burt behind them 100%. Burt had been suspicious at first, then reluctant, but finally agreed on the condition that they wait to be married until Kurt was at least 21. Blaine had completely agreed. Carole had reacted as nearly any mother would: with shrieks of joy and strangling hugs. Finn had been uncharacteristically silent on the matter at first, but after mulling it over and giving Blaine a few death threats, he had eagerly congratulated Blaine. Blaine had pointed out that Kurt hadn't exactly said yes yet and Finn had replied with a knowing smile, "He's as good as yours, dude." Such encouragement from Kurt's family buoyed Blaine's spirits and dispelled any sense of doubt he may have had before.

And so, here he was, enjoying his second to last night with Kurt in New York. Little did Kurt know he was in for a big surprise tomorrow.

It was the next morning (their final morning in New York) and Kurt was already feeling the loss. While he looked forward to returning to his friends and family in Lima for a proper graduation celebration, the week in New York was something Kurt wished never had to end.

Blaine awoke to find Kurt looking out their hotel window longingly. Blaine stood silently, taking Kurt in: his gorgeous but gloomy eyes, his sad posture. Kurt sighed deeply, something between longing and despair. Blaine felt for Kurt, but today was going to be a good day. Kurt may not know it yet, but Blaine was certain to make sure of that.

Blaine approached Kurt at the window, wrapping his arms around his slender boyfriend (soon to be fiancé)'s waist. Kurt leaned into the embrace, but his eyes remained staring steadily out at the scenery before him.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered.

"Hmm?" Even Kurt's voice held a tinge of sorrow.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Blaine asked softly.

Kurt gently shook his head.

"Are you sure?"

Kurt nodded.

"Kurt, will you look at me for a second?"

Kurt turned in Blaine's embrace, looking Blaine in the eye. Blaine nearly gasped. Kurt's eyes were red-rimmed and blotchy, as if he'd been crying. Blaine immediately pulled Kurt into a tight comforting hug.

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine whispered, his voice filled with concern, "are you okay?"

Kurt didn't answer. He merely buried his face into Blaine's shoulder, muffling his sniffles.

Blaine, never relaxing his grasp, led them to the couch sitting in front of the TV. He gently pulled Kurt down into his lap. Kurt shuffled to a more comfortable position, never lifting his head from Blaine's shoulder. Blaine peppered sweet kisses over Kurt's face and throughout his hair.

"Babe, I think you should tell me what's hurting you."

Kurt groaned. "Do I have to?" His voice was a bit raspy, probably from his earlier crying session if his red-rimmed eyes were anything to go by.

"I really think it would help," Blaine replied cajolingly.

"Fine." Kurt removed himself from Blaine's arms and fell into the seat next to him. Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders and pulled him into his side. Kurt snuggled a bit, preparing himself for the talk to come.

"You know you can tell me anything, Kurt."

"I know, I know." Kurt exhaled sharply. "I just… it's really happening. We're not in high school anymore. I know I've always been so excited to finally get out of Lima, and trust me I still am, but then I think about the 'what if's. What if I don't do well? What if something happens between us? What if I never get to see Mercedes ever again?" Kurt was becoming more hysterical with each scenario. "What if – "

"Kurt," Blaine interrupted Kurt's rambling before it would get any worse, "While your fears are understandable, they are completely unfounded. You will be nothing less than extremely successful in whatever you end up doing. If anything does happen between us, which I'm sure it will since every couple fights eventually, we'll fix it. Because there is nothing that could take me away from you, Kurt. Nothing."

Blaine paused to kiss Kurt soundly before finishing his speech. "And as far as Mercedes is concerned, you two are best friends. You have a relationship that no one can take from you. Sure, it might be hard at first, getting used to being apart, but thanks to technology there are plenty of ways for you to keep in touch between visits."

At first Kurt just sat there, speechless and motionless. Blaine was just about to voice his concern when Kurt leaned in and kissed him, much more passionately than Blaine was accustomed to. (Not that he was complaining of course.) Blaine returned the kiss just as fervently.

When the need for oxygen outweighed the want to continue the kiss, the two pulled apart. Blaine panted slightly while Kurt caught his breath.

"Wow," Blaine whispered as he pulled Kurt into an embrace, "That was … wow."

"Yeah." Kurt's lips were swollen from the kiss and his eyes had lost their previous gloomy gleam.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments. The silence was broken when Kurt decided to speak.

"Blaine, thank you. For putting up with my diva moods. For always knowing exactly what to say. For knowing my coffee order. For everything."

Blaine chuckled. "Anything for you."

Kurt smiled appreciatively. He glanced around the room. He took in the mahogany end table where a vase filled with white roses sat. He glanced at the door that led to the bathroom. His eyes shifted over the walls, where the digital clock caught his eye. Kurt gasped, shooting out of his seat.

"What?" When Kurt didn't respond, Blaine too stood up. "Kurt, what is it? What's wrong?"

"Do you know what time it is?" Kurt inquired, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Um," Blaine looked at the watch on his wrist, "11am."

"Exactly!" Kurt squeaked.

Blaine didn't recall any importance about that particular time. Regardless he knew if it was enough to make Kurt's voice go up by an octave, he'd better play it cautious. "So…?"

"So?" Kurt turned on Blaine instantly. "Don't you know what this means?"

"No…" Blaine winced; it was his automatic reflex when he was sure Kurt would scold him for something.

Kurt sighed. Of course he doesn't know. I can't expect him to just read my mind. Instead of going off, as originally planned, Kurt surprised Blaine (and himself) by saying, "It's lunch time. And I'm hungry."

Blaine's eyes widened comically, his mouth joining in. Did Kurt actually just say he was hungry? That was new. Blaine was expecting some lecture of some sort for forgetting something that was obviously important to Kurt. Instead Kurt had said he was hungry. In all the time that Blaine had known him, Kurt had never made a big deal about being hungry. Which meant only one thing: Kurt was hiding something.

"Kurt, we both know that you are a horrible liar." Blaine smiled at Kurt's adorable pout. "So," he continued, "why don't you tell me why you were really excited about it being 11am?"

Kurt put on an I-have-no-idea-what-you-are-speaking-of look. Blaine returned it with an I-know-you-know-what-I-mean-so-spill look. Kurt sighed in defeat. Blaine smiled in triumph.

Kurt looked around shyly. Well, this is interesting, Blaine thought. What does he have to be nervous about?

"I still look like a mess."

Blaine nearly laughed aloud, but stopped himself when he saw the utterly adorable look on Kurt's face. Kurt actually thinks he looks a mess? He couldn't be more wrong. Kurt stood in his blue silk pajama pants and a matching shirt. His eyes had lost their earlier melancholy and shone in the reflected sunlight streaming through the blinds of the nearby window. Where they were once a stormy grey they were now a bright blue. Kurt's nose was scrunched up adorably and it was slightly red. The swelling of his lips from their earlier make-out session had gone down slightly but they were still just as kissable in Blaine's eyes. The state of Kurt's hair was by far Blaine's favorite part. The usually coiffed strands were sticking up in all directions, lacking their usual proper decorum. Blaine had never seen Kurt look more beautiful than in that moment.

"Kurt, baby, you look amazing." Blaine looked Kurt up and down unabashedly and Kurt's cheeks flushed. Blaine smirked, reveling that he still had such an effect.

Kurt looked at Blaine, really looked at him. Blaine was also still wearing his night clothes: a pair of red plaid pajama pants and a white tee-shirt. His hazel eyes gleamed with mischief. Blaine's smirk remained on his lips and Kurt noticed that said lips were looking very attractive at the moment. His chin was sprinkled with a bit of scruff; he shaved most of the time since it was Kurt's preference, but sometimes Blaine would let it be for a day or two just to irk Kurt a tad. Secretly, Kurt loved that bit of stubble whenever it made an appearance. Kurt had always thought he'd only be interested in a smooth jaw, but something about Blaine made the roguish look appealing. Blaine's untamed curls finished off the look. Just yet another thing Kurt loved.

Both men seemed to snap from their reveries at the same time. Kurt blinked himself back to reality whereas Blaine let out an awkward cough. They both chuckled at each other.

"I'm going to take a shower now," Kurt informed. He headed into the bedroom to grab a change of clothes. As he walked into the bathroom he sent Blaine a grateful smile, closing the door behind him.

Blaine walked up to the door and called through the wood, "Be ready for a long night tonight."

Inside the bathroom Kurt smiled and replied, "Something special to celebrate our last night then?"

Blaine grinned on the other side of the door. "Yep," he called back, "and I can't wait to spend it with you."

Kurt grinned. He waited a few seconds to be sure Blaine was done speaking and then turned on the shower. He stepped out of his clothes while the water heated up. Kurt looked at himself in the vanity mirror. He groaned. Oh Gaga, look at my skin! This definitely calls for a double dose of my patented routine tonight.

After giving the tap a few seconds to heat up, Kurt stepped into the shower and sighed contently. He stood there as the water streamed down his back, allowing the tension to seep out of his muscles. Who knew a quick crying session could take so much out of a person? As he stood, absorbing the peace and quiet, he wondered what Blaine had in store for their final night in New York City.

Blaine sent Kurt a dazzlingly smile as they traded places: Blaine moving into the bathroom for his shower and Kurt moving into the bedroom to make sure he was all packed for their departure in the morning. Kurt grinned in return.

Once the shower started in the bathroom, Kurt flopped himself down onto the extremely comfortable bed. He never wanted to leave this bed. Kurt giggled at the thought brought a certain song to mind. Ah, the many pleasures of Maroon 5.

After lying there for a few minutes, Kurt walked over to where his suitcase sat near the closet door. He quickly rifled through it, mentally going through a checklist to be sure he had everything put away. Clothes, check. Laptop, check. Phone charger, check. Products not needed for tonight or tomorrow morning, check. Etc, etc. After that was done, having nothing else to do, Kurt pulled out his phone and decided to text Mercedes.

Hey Merce. What are you up to? :)

Her reply came in seconds.

Not much really. Just hanging with my beau. :) What about you?

Just waiting for Blaine to get out of the shower. It's our last day and Blaine made it sound like he planned something really special. I'm anxious to find out what.

Knowing your prep boy, it's probably something extremely romantic.

Kurt chuckled. Mercedes was probably right. Blaine had said that he was hopeless when it came to romance, but Kurt thought he did quite an excellent job.

You're probably right. Oh, he's coming out now. Text you later. xoxoxo

Just as the message went through, Blaine entered the room. His hair was still damp and hung in loose curls around his eyes. Kurt couldn't help the dreamy sigh that left his lips. Even after all this time, Blaine's curls had an effect on him.

Blaine smirked in Kurt's direction, making sure to toss his hair around a little.

Kurt harrumphed. "Not fair."

Blaine chuckled. "Now you know how it feels when I have to watch you bite your lip."

"Oh," Kurt's expression immediately shifted from put out to seductive. "You mean like this?" He languidly and seductively bit his lower lip, torturously allowing it to slip between his teeth slowly.

Blaine barely repressed the moan building up in the back of his throat. "Yes, like that."

Kurt giggled. "Well, I guess we're even then."

Blaine shook his head fondly. Before Kurt could react Blaine scooped him up in his arms, laughing as Kurt squeaked in surprise. "Are you ready for today?"

Kurt smiled. "Yep. Big plans, I take it?"

"Yep. Big plans indeed."

Blaine placed Kurt gently on the ground. Kurt placed a quick kiss on Blaine's cheek.

"Time to go!" Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him to the door.

"Blaine! Blaine, wait!" Kurt pulled back long enough to grab his messenger bag. "Ok, now we can go."

Kurt laughed as Blaine tugged him out the door and out into the street.

"Blaine, where are we?" Kurt asked, his hands fidgeting with his blindfold. They had stopped earlier to have lunch at a café around the corner from their hotel. Then Blaine had called a cab. The second they were safely out of harm's way (which came in the form in traffic; they were in New York after all) Blaine had placed a blindfold over Kurt's eyes. (To which Kurt had replied, "A tie, Blaine? Really? And Blaine had just laughed.)

"Not telling," Blaine sing-songed in reply.

"Blaine," Kurt whined, putting his best pout into action.

"Still not telling," Blaine laughed.

Kurt pouted. "Fine. Will you at least tell me what we're doing?"

"Nope," Blaine emphasized popping the 'p,' a trait Kurt usually found cute but now found equally frustrating.

Kurt groaned.

"We're almost there. Just five more minutes."

"Five minutes in Ohio time, or five minutes in New York time?"

"New York time, unfortunately."

"Gah!"

"Kurt, relax."

"Blaine, how do you expect me to relax? You have me seated in the back of a taxi with a blindfold on, off all places and all things. And then, on top of that, you won't tell me where we're going or what we're doing. I know you're cute and adorable. I know you're my boyfriend. And I know you think all of this should excuse you from whatever ploy you're about to commit, but I would like to point out that it won't. So – if you do not tell me this instant where we are going or what we are doing –,"

"Kurt, we're here."

"Oh." 'Well, that was useless.'

"Hold on a second. Do not pull of that blindfold just yet." Kurt felt Blaine's hand grip his own and pull him out into the street. Kurt then heard Blaine pull out some money to pay the cabbie and thank the man for the ride. 'Always the dapper one, even to a New York cabbie.'

Kurt could hear the cab drive away as Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the sidewalk. Blaine swung their hands excitedly between them as he led Kurt through the bustle of the street and toward their destination.

"Two steps up," Blaine commanded as he helped Kurt climb the aforementioned steps. They were small ones, so Kurt assumed they were at some public building. Then it hit him. In the whole week they had been in New York, Blaine had dragged Kurt to every tourist-y thing there was. Except one. Except the Empire State Building.

"Blaine," Kurt tried to repress the excitement he could feel building up, "are we at the Empire State Building?"

Blaine halted mid-step. He pulled Kurt off to the side to protect them from the other people swarming the building. "How did you figure it out?" Blaine's voice was a mix of disappointment and curiosity.

"Well, I was thinking about everything we had done this week, and I realized you had taken me to every single cliché place except one: the Empire State Building. And so I logically concluded that we would be there now."

Blaine sighed. "I knew your wit would come back and bite me in the ass someday."

"Blaine! Language."

"Sorry."

"So," Kurt sighed impatiently, "will you take the blindfold off me now?"

"Oh, right." Blaine sheepishly reached up and untied the cloth from around Kurt's eyes.

Kurt released a long breath. "Much better."

Kurt turned, taking in the interior of the well-known building.

"Come on, let's go to the top." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and pilled him into the nearest elevator. "At least you didn't completely ruin my surprise."

They stood together silently throughout the short ride. Blaine was too wrapped up in his proposal thoughts. Kurt was trying not to ruin the rest of Blaine's surprise, which he was bound to do if he spent any time thinking or talking about it.

When the elevator finally came to a stop, too soon for Blaine and not soon enough for Kurt, they stepped out together, hand in hand.

Blaine led Kurt to the railings near the edge of the building that faced the river. The sun was slowly setting; the clouds were various hues of pinks and oranges.

Kurt leaned against the railings, looking up into the sky. "Who would have expected such a sky in New York?" Kurt mused.

Blaine held Kurt loosely by the waist, pulling him closer until Kurt's back fit comfortably with his own chest. "Mhmm," Blaine hummed in agreement.

"Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"While this is beautiful, what did you actually bring me here for?"

Blaine chuckled nervously. 'Better now than never.'

Blaine turned Kurt around in his arms, landing a quick kiss on Kurt's forehead. He pulled his arms down from Kurt's waist and took both of Kurt's hands in his own.

"Kurt, there are no words that can completely describe the way I feel about you. You are my sun, the air I breathe. I don't need a parachute as long as I have you. I know I didn't realize this as soon as I should have, but I'm glad I did. I was serious when I told you that you move me, Kurt. You make me think in ways that I never have before." Blaine paused to fall to one knee. Kurt gasped, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Kurt. I want to grow old with you and our future children. I know we're young, and we both decided we'd wait to get married until after college. But I want to make this official. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

Kurt stood silent for a few seconds, speechless beyond description. He had never heard more beautiful words. As Blaine twitched at his feet, Kurt remembered where he was. He remembered what had just been asked. He remembered who had just asked him that question. And he remembered he hadn't said yes yet.

"Of course," he whispered. Kurt wiped the remaining tears from his eyes. "Yes, Blaine. Yes!"

Blaine quickly rose to his feet, grabbed Kurt up into his arms, and spun them around in exuberant circles. Both boys barely registered the whoops and cheers sounding from their unintended audience. After a few more turns, Blaine gently set Kurt back onto the ground. Without a second's hesitation, the two leaned in toward each other and kissed. It began a chaste kiss (they were in public after all), but all too soon the kiss became more passionate. When Kurt felt Blaine's tongue pushing its way into his mouth, however, Kurt knew they needed to finish their celebration somewhere much more private. And besides: he still had to call Mercedes, Rachel, and his dad!

They kissed for a few seconds more before Kurt pulled away, panting. He rested his forehead against Blaine's, smiling widely. Blaine grinned in return.

"As much as I hate to ruin this wonderful moment," Kurt whispered, "we should probably head back now."

Blaine sighed resignedly. "And there's your intelligence biting me in the butt again."

Kurt giggled. "You know you love it."

"I do," Blaine conceded.

"Come on," Kurt took Blaine's hand and pulled him back toward the elevator. "Let's go."

It was then that Blaine noticed their audience. Nearly every person remaining on the roof was smiling in their direction. A little girl stood with her parents, looking at him and Kurt in awe. As he and Kurt walked past, Blaine heard the little girls ask her parents, "Are they in love?" And the mother had replied, "Yes, dear." There was no disgust in either voice. There was no disdain, no prejudice.

Blaine looked out at the girl as the elevator doors closed in front of him. She was the future. Blaine knew the world would be a more accepting place in time.

A/N: Just me again. If you read this, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. This is my first ever fanfic so while I know it's not the best, I appreciate you taking out the time to read it. If I may ask a favor: Review? Even if it's only two words. It'd mean the world to me. Thank you!