Title: 3 weeks
Author: JaydaLee
Rating: M
Summary: New York has finally legalized gay marriage! Kurt spends an anxious 3 weeks waiting for that wonderful, magical moment in which Blaine proposes.
Warnings: Male/Male. Angst. Swearing. Smut (later chapters)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Disclaimer: Do not own Glee
A/N: I have been inspired by the amazing response my other story 'New Experiances' has gotten. Thank you all so much. This story is quite angsty to begin with but gets happy I promise. Please review, they mean so much to me and they help me get the 2nd chapter out faster :)
It had been 3 weeks. 3 weeks since New York City had legalized gay marriage. 3 weeks ago Kurt had sat in their apartment, sobbing on the couch as news program after news program had declared the wonderful news. the front door had slammed and Blaine had come running in, his shirt was dampened with sweat and his tie had flipped up and dangled over his right shoulder. It was clear he had run all the way from the subway.
Blaine's chest heaved as he pointed at the TV and then at Kurt "Did you- Is that-" he cut off as he panted, he opened his mouth to try again but instead braced his hands on his knees and took a few deep breaths.
Kurt stood up and crossed the room, he waited for Blaine to straighten up, when he did he took Blaine's hands in his own "I heard" he said with a small laugh "Did you run the whole way from the subway?"
Blaine's face broke into a massive grin "I was so excited! I needed to know if you had seen it" he squeezed Kurt's hands "And if you hadn't I wanted to be the one to tell you" he pulled Kurt into a tight embrace
Kurt's arms wrapped tightly around Blaine. Finally, finally he could look at this man and know that one day he would be his husband. He buried his face into Blaine's neck and breathed in deep. He smelt like cinnamon. Kurt laughed quietly to himself. Blaine had been using his shampoo again, he had his own that was designed especially for curly hair but he always insisted on using Kurt's.
Blaine pulled back and stared deeply into Kurt's eyes. Kurt's breath hitched, was this it? Was this the moment?. Blaine took his hands and caressed them gently "Kurt" he said softly and slowly. Kurt's heart pounded, was he going to drop on one knee? Did he have a ring or was this a spur of the moment decision? He held his breath as Blaine went to speak again...
"I'm going to call my parents!" he announced excitedly before running out of the room and heading towards to bedroom.
Kurt sagged against the counter. Dammit.
3 weeks since that day and ever since then Kurt had been living on edge. In that 3 weeks they had received 2 wedding invitations to other couples who were celebrating their right to marry. Kurt had stared at Blaine expectantly but instead of a romantic proposal was met with: "I love weddings! I hope the cake is good and they have a band!"
In that 3 weeks they had gone to dinner 3 times. Each time he had made sure to order dessert, when the waiter bought it out he thoroughly inspected it before giving up and eating it. He hadn't found a ring but his ass had found 5 pounds.
One night he had walked into the kitchen to find Blaine on one knee with his head bowed, he had gasped and bought his hand to his mouth. Blaine had looked up hurriedly "Don't worry! I broke my coffee mug not yours" he held up the shards of mug he was trying to pick up of the kitchen floor "It slipped out of my fingers when I pulled it from the cupboard" Kurt had walked out without offering to help.
Kurt had given up. Enough was enough, it will happen when it happens and all that other crap he had been telling himself for the last 3 weeks. He pushed the door to the apartment open and hung his bag on the coat rack "Blaine?" he called "Are you home yet?" as he walked past the bedroom he heard the shower running and the unmistakable sound of Blaine's singing. Kurt rolled his eyes, that man and Katy Perry.
He walked into the kitchen and saw the pile of mail on the counter, he picked it up and shuffled through it. No more wedding invites 'Thank god' he thought. He picked the letter from his Dad out of the pile and made his way over to the couch, he could hear Blaine whistling in the bedroom. He sat down and started to rip the envelop open, he pulled the letter out and tossed the envelope onto the coffee table. It was then he noticed the small black jewelers box sitting on the coffee table. His breath hitched and his heart pounded.
Had Blaine left it there for him to find?
Had he put it down by accident?
Should he pretend not to see it?
His curiosity got the better of him and he picked up the box with shaking fingers. He bit his lip and stared down at the box, it was plain black with a simple silver trim. He couldn't pick what jeweler it could have come from. He lifted the lid slowly... And all the air whooshed out of his lungs.
It was cuff links.
a pair of silver cuff links with a simple black design.
Blaine walked out of the bedroom, still whistling. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and pair of his looser jeans, the damp towel from his shower still draped over his neck, catching any droplets from his curly hair. He walked over to where Kurt was sitting "Hey gorgeous!" he exclaimed with a big smile, he noticed what Kurt was holding "Hey, you saw my new cuff links! My Mum sent them to me, aren't they great?" He plucked the box out of Kurt's still hands and pulled one out to admire it. Kurt stared up at him, his face completely impassive. Blaine replaced the cuff link and closed the box with a snap. "What's wrong?" he asked when he noticed Kurt's face.
"Are you kidding me?" Kurt asked in a quiet and disbelieving tone "Are you freaking kidding me!" he asked again, louder. Blaine watched, confused as Kurt stood up from the couch and turned to face him "Are you FREAKING kidding Me!"
Blaine took a step back "What is wrong?" he asked in a quiet tone. He knew Kurt was prone to bitch-fits but this was a little out of left field, even for him.
Kurt threw his hands up in the air "Oh I don't know! It's probably just the fact that for the last 3 weeks you have been playing a fantastic game of 'Let's see how many times I can get Kurt to think I'm proposing but then not propose and completely crush his spirit'. Are you. Freaking. Kidding. Me!" His voice was getting quite shrill at this point "I mean that first day when you give me that long, warm embrace and then say my name like that and then run off to ring your damn parents? Seriously? Then you keep taking me out for romantic dinners and insist I order dessert because 'Kurt it's not dinner without dessert'" he said that last part in a very poor impression of Blaine "Tell that to the 5 pounds that I have taken up residency on my ass! Then I walk into the kitchen to find you down on one knee, on one freaking knee Blaine! Only to discover that you had broken your mug. Well guess what Blaine? NOW THEY DON'T MATCH ANYMORE!" he was shouting at this point and his face was bright red.
Blaine stood there for a moment "That's why you have been acting so weird this last month?" he asked. Kurt huffed out a breath and threw his hands up again, he pushed past Blaine and started to stomp away. Blaine caught his arm in his hand "Hey! you don't get to storm off" he said "You don't lay all that crap on me and then walk away"
Kurt whipped around "Crap? Crap?" he pulled his arm away "you think my feelings are crap? You think my desperate want to marry you is crap? You think my love for you is CRAP!"
Blaine held up a hand "Ok, Kurt? You are seriously over-reacting" he said in what he hoped was a soothing town
"Do. Not. Patronize me Blaine Anderson"
"Do you really want to turn this into a fight Kurt?" Blaine asked in annoyance "Seriously? You want to fight over this?" Kurt crossed his arms and looked away "Ok" Blaine said "Why haven't you proposed to me? You love me so much, you want to marry me so much. Why do I have to ask?" his voice raised slightly on the last question
Kurt's arms dropped to his side "I- ah- I-" he spluttered, before finally shouting "BECAUSE!"
"Because NOTHING!" he shouted "You do not get to get pissy at me and hurl abuse because something didn't go your way! You want to get married Kurt? Show me that your god damn mature enough to handle it!" He turned around and started to walk out. Kurt grabbed a cushion off the sofa and hurled it at Blaine's back, it bounced off his shoulder and landed on the floor next to him. He stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. He glared at Kurt, who crossed his arms and looked away. "Really? You're throwing things now? That's showing that your mature!"
"You know what Blaine? I am how I am! And if you don't like it you can keep on walking because there are probably dozens of men in this city who would marry me just the way I am!" The second the words left his mouth he regretted them.
Hurt flashed in Blaine's eyes before he let out a bitter laugh "Really?" he asked before he walked over to the dining table, his jacket was draped over the back of one of the chairs. He pulled it off roughly, knocking the chair over in the process. Kurt jumped at the sudden noise. Blaine reached into the breast pocket of the jacket and pulled out a small turquoise box. He held it up for Kurt to see "Maybe when you find that guy he can use this"
He tossed the box onto the floor between them.
Kurt didn't know what to say as he watched Blaine turn around walk out. The door slamming behind him.