Hey guys! So, this idea popped into my head while watching Klaine fan-vids. I will keep writing these until Kurt and Blaine actually get together, to relieve our Klaine-deprivedness (Well, that's not a words xD) as much as possible. Well, I hope you enjoy them, and please leave prompts :)

Disclaimer- don't own glee, Klaine, Sam, New York, Rachel, Mr. Schue or anything. But imagine how awesome it would be if I did :]

"Sam! Hi!"

Kurt shuffled in he, Rachel, and Santana's apartment, looking for his favorite scarf that he lost. Well, Santana probably hid it from him, but she denied it and was off to her dance class now. He held the phone in between his shoulder and ear as he crouched down to look under his bed.

"Hey, Kurt. We haven't talked in a while, and I kinda miss you. It's weird having only one gay here."

Kurt pressed down on the carpet beneath his mattress aimlessly, chucking at Sam's words. He did not agree with his whole lemon-juice-in-hair phase, but he and Sam were pretty good friends, and they kinda lost touch after he left for NYADA. "I miss you too, Sam." He said, a smile forming on his lips, "How is everyone?"

Kurt obviously cared about everybody in Glee; Tina, Artie, Britt, Joe, Sugar. But he was really only concerned about Blaine at this point. After that night at Mr. Schue's wedding, and seeing him at Regionals, he was really the only thing on Kurt's mind. Like it used to be. Before he cheated.

Kurt didn't even flinch when the word echoed in his mind anymore. "Cheated." Whenever he heard it, Kurt used to be able to barely keep himself together. But now he was ready to forgive him.

Kurt's smile grew bigger. He was ready to forgive him.

"Kurt? You there, dude?"

He got up from the floor and took a seat on the couch, forgetting about his scarf for just a moment. "Sorry, Sam. What'd ya say?"

"Oh, nothing important. Tina's good. Joe still has dreads. Blaine talks about you all the time. The usual."

Kurt stood on his feet, adjusting the collar on his shirt. He swallowed a lump in his throat as his fingertips began to tingle with excitement, "What does he say, exactly?"

"Ah, nothin' much."

Kurt frowned.

"Just goes on and on about how he's gonna get you back, how much he misses you, the proposal, and everything."

Kurt stopped in his tracks, his eyes becoming wide. He bounced on his toes, beaming happily, "Blaine's gonna...propose? Are you serious?!"

"Shit. Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes." Kurt breathed, replying just as he would when Blaine asked him to marry him. He heard Sam hang up abruptly without even a goodbye. He didn't care. He collapsed on his bed, throwing his boyfriend pillow on the floor. He didn't need it anymore. He was going to have Blaine.

"Ohio, here I come."

•••

"So, why are you here again?" Tina had been asking the same question for the past three days, and Kurt was getting tired of it. He chucked, smiling at her lazily.

"Tina, I told you. I want to see my dad more often. Plus, I just had midterms and now its Spring Break, so I don't have any classes." Kurt put his hands in his pockets, looking at the tile floor beneath his feet. That was the story he had been telling everyone. Even Blaine, who he'd seen more than he'd actually seen his father.

Tina sighed as she looked into Mr. Schue's history room. "Well, I have a Brainiacs meeting with Artie and some other smarties we found. See you tomorrow

Tina gave him a small wave before entering the classroom, leaving him alone in a hallway of eager-to-get-home high school students. Oh lord, the memories.

And there Blaine was, loading his bag calmly and patiently, the total opposite of everyone else. Kurt smiled sweetly, finding his feet moving towards him. He leaned against the locker next to Blaine's, pulling a $20 bill out his pocket tauntingly, "Wanna get a coffee?"

Blaine took the money out Kurt's hand, staring at it for a short moment. He stepped in front of Kurt, his bag swung loosely over his shoulder, and put the money back in Kurt's front pocket. He shook his head, leaning in close so that their lips were almost brushing. "You're not paying."

Kurt smiled, nodding and shrugging his shoulders. "I know." He linked his arm with Blaine's, pressing his side gently into the boy he was walking with. Blaine looked at him, his eyes filled with pure love and awe as they always were when they saw Kurt.

"I spoil you." Blaine murmured, the very corner of his lips twisting upwards.

Kurt laughed, rubbing Blaine's bicep softly with the fingers of his other hand, "That I also know."

•••

"So. How's NYADA?" Blaine asked, pulling out Kurt's chair for him. He missed going to the Lima Bean. He hadn't been here since he and Kurt broke up.

As Kurt told stories of his professors and instructors, Blaine hung on to every word, absorbing the sweet, melodic sound of Kurt's voice that his ears had yearned for.

"Have you guys come up with anything for Nationals?"

Blaine took a sip of his medium drip, nodding as he swallowed. "I was thinking we should do People Like Us by Kelly Clarkson. I talked to Mr. Schue, and he seemed pretty down with it."

Kurt beamed, "That's perfect! Rachel and I thought of you guys when we heard it."

"Aw." Blaine cooed, "That's sweet."

Kurt nodded, desperately wanting to ask about the proposal. But, if he had to small talk, that's what he would do. "Have you talked to Cooper at all?"

Blaine looked at his feet, which were tapping the floor beneath him anxiously. He took a deep breath and directed his gaze to Kurt, "Kurt, I want to be a couple again. I want to be able to tell you I love you when we hang up from phone calls, and kiss you when you come back to Lima, and talk about our future together." Blaine leaned in so no one heard him, "I want to know that the night at Mr. Schue's wedding meant just as much to you as it did to me and–"

"Were you going to propose to me?" Kurt blurted, covering his mouth with his hand as soon as the words left his mouth.

Blaine stared at Kurt blankly for a few moments, not having the first clue what to say. So he answered his question with a question. Not the best way, but it worked. "Who told you?"

Kurt inhaled a short, sudden breath of air. He shook his hands eagerly, jumping up from his seat with a squeal. As stares from strangers became focused on him, he quickly sat down, his cheeks becoming a light shade of pink. He leaned across the table to Blaine, "So it's true?!" He whispered.

Blaine felt his eyes becoming moist with tears from seeing Kurt so happy...so happy at the thought of being his fiancée. But to be someone's fiancée, someone has to propose.

And that's supposed to be done right.

It's supposed to be a surprise.

And it's supposed to be perfect.

And now it couldn't be any of those things. "Did Tina tell you?!" Blaine murmured, "It was Tina, wasn't it? I knew I shouldn't have told her."

"So, you're proposing? You really want to propose? Oh my goodness!" Kurt clapped his hands together, a real, true grin of pure happiness spreading across his lips.

"I wanted this to be perfect, Kurt. Because you deserve that." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand in his, holding it tenderly with his fingers, "You deserve perfection. You deserve the perfect ring, and the flash mob, and–"

"Blaine, I don't care about any of those things. I just want you." Kurt leaned over the table, smiling widely as he pressed his lips to Blaine's. Blaine kissed back immediately. It was so soft, and innocent, and gentle, yet it shot the electricity through each of their body's as each kiss always did, and it was filled with even more passion than usual.

Kurt pulled away, holding out his hand, "I forgive you."

Blaine nodded, tears of happiness clouding his vision, "Thank you." He choked, intertwining his fingers with Kurt's.

"Come on." Kurt rubbed Blaine's hand that was clasped with his along his cheek, walking towards the door of the Lima Bean.

"Where are we going?"

Kurt bit his lip through his smile, leaning over to kiss Blaine's cheek. "Anywhere we want."

"Kurt, wait." Blaine looked around the coffee shop nervously. He pulled the ring out of his back pocket, his leg shaking unsteadily as he got down on one knee.

"Oh my god." Kurt said, his eyes shining with tears. He put his hand over his mouth, laughing slightly as he began to cry.

"Kurt, I wanted this to be perfect. I wanted to have the New Directions sing you something, and then have me belt out the chorus in a tux. I wanted to get your dad and Finn involved and make it great. But today I realized, that none of that matters. All that I care about is that I get to spend the rest of my life with you. That I get to wake up with you in my arms every morning, and kiss you before I go to sleep every night. I love you so, so much. You're the love of my life, Kurt. You're my soulmate and my– you're everything." Blaine swallowed a lump in his throat, opening the box and smiling to himself, "I practiced this so many times. And I never figured out how I wanted to say it. So I'm just gonna go classic. Is that okay?"

Kurt nodded vigorously. He tried to tell him that anything was okay. That he wanted all of those things too. That he loved him. That he felt the same exact way. He wanted to make Blaine feel just as happy as he did.

"Will you marry me?"

Kurt pulled Blaine up into his arms, pressing their chests together. He tucked his chin into the back of Blaine's neck, his arms holding Blaine tight in his embrace. He moved his lips to Blaine's ear, closing his eyes to savor the closeness. He whispered one word that made them both happier than they had ever been.

"Yes."

Ohmygod I'm fangirling from my own writing. That ain't healthy xD

Thank you for reading! Reviews and prompts? Thank you all so much! :)

Love, Katie xxx