"So, I was thinking. I want to go to prom, and since you're my…I mean, we're…you know, I figured I didn't have to go with friends. So I was wondering if you'd –" Kurt stopped when he realized that Blaine was suppressing laughter. His eyes morphed into a glare. "What?" He asked, his tone irked and mildly confused.
Blaine managed to compose himself and looked at Kurt with raised eyebrows and a smirk. "It's cute, how you still can't say boyfriend."
Kurt couldn't hide his blush. "Yes I can."
"Say it." Blaine challenged.
A pause. "Boyfriend," Kurt finally muttered, embarrassed.
Blaine scooted closer, if that was even possible, and leaned in until their foreheads touched, noses side-to-side. He whispered, "Now say: Blaine, since you're my boyfriend."
Kurt closed his eyes. "Blaine, since you're my boyfriend."
"Will you go to prom with me?"
"Will you go to prom with me?" Kurt repeated, obediently.
Blaine smiled, "Yes," and then leaned in for a kiss that Kurt could only describe as beautiful.