"Hey there, stranger!"
Kurt Hummel turned abruptly, a bright silver knife clutched in his fist. Granted, the blade was covered in bits of chopped garlic, but could still be used as the murder weapon on this stranger who decided to enter his house. But, the knife fell to the floor as Kurt saw the curly black hair, the hazel eyes, the big dopey grin…
"Blaine?"
"Hey, whatcha making?"
"Blaine!"
The slender blue-eyed boy jumped into the arms of his boyfriend Blaine Anderson. Blaine had been on a road-trip with the Warblers since their graduation a few months back. Kurt had missed him more and more everyday, hoping that he would come back soon. And now he was where he belonged, in this wonderful man's arms, the dinner he had planned for himself long forgotten.
"You could have called!" Kurt said, pulling Blaine in for a kiss.
"Sorry, love," he said, putting Kurt back on his feet. "My phone died and I couldn't find the charger cord. I thought I packed it, but apparently not. That's why I kept calling you from pay phones."
"Oh," Kurt mused, realizing now why every time Blaine had called his caller ID couldn't recognize the number.
"But, anyways," Blaine said, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist, "I'm home now, and I'm starving! Is this the new place?"
"Yeah!" Kurt exclaimed. While Blaine had been gone, Kurt had bought his own apartment in New York City, almost a block away from the Gershwin theatre on Broadway. He couldn't resist being close to the theatre performing one of his favorite shows. Wicked had always been a favorite of his, and just knowing that he was around the corner from Elphaba and Glinda was just too much for him to handle. He had expected Blaine to move in with him, so he got the double bedroom apartment. Just in case…
"It amazing, Kurt! You decorated, didn't you? Also, can I use your phone real quick?"
"Thanks, yes, and yeah, sure, here," Kurt answered, handing Blaine his phone. Blaine quickly dialed in a number, looking out the window every few seconds.
"Hey, Wes, there you are! Where are you guys?… Mhmm, yeah, I'm here… Alright, great!… Yeah, see you in a few…. 'Kay, bye!" Blaine hung up, smiling hugely.
"What's up?" Kurt inquired, Blaine tucking his phone back in his hand. "Why were you calling Wes? Did something happen?"
"No, not really, I just… need to show you something. Can you come with me?"
"Where, exactly?"
"The Gershwin. It's just around the corner, isn't it?"
Kurt gulped. "Yeah, but why?"
Blaine smiled wickedly. "You'll see. Come on!"
He grabbed Kurt by the hand and hauled him out of the apartment. Kurt threw off his apron and closed the door as they rushed down the stairs to the busy street outside. Blaine, still running, gripped his hand tighter and tighter as they rushed past hot dog carts, old decrepit artists painting trees, and big, terrifying skyscrapers that reached higher than Heaven itself.
"Blaine, slow down!" Kurt yelled over the usually loud bustle of New York. "Why are we in such a hurry?"
Blaine finally stopped, standing directly in front of the Gershwin Theatre. Kurt remembered standing here with Rachel two years back, how excited they were for their futures in making magic on stage. Now, he was here with his true love, holding hands, just staring at it… at least until Blaine began to pull him inside.
"What, are you taking me to see Wicked? It's not playing again until tomorrow at noon!" Kurt said as Blaine hurried through the doors.
"Well, you know how Wes's uncle runs the lights for the show?" Blaine said, turning to him.
"No, I never knew that!"
"And now you do. Anyway, his uncle owed him a favor for saving the show before graduation, so, he helped us pull a couple strings, and…" Blaine grabbed the handles of the entrance to the actual theatre, and the doors swung open to the sound of what was clearly "For Good". Kurt gasped.
On the stage was the cast of the most recent showing of Wicked in costume, including Elphaba and Glinda. Also, standing in front of them were the old Dalton Warblers, Wes standing in the middle. They all started to sing.
"I've heard it said, that people come into our lives, for a reason, bringing something we must learn. And we are lead to those, who help us most to grow, if we let them, and we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, but I know I'm who I am today, because I knew you."
As they sang, Kurt walked in a little farther. Blaine on the other hand, ran onto the stage and sang the chorus, looking Kurt directly in the eye and smiling as he did so.
"Like a comet pulled from orbit, as it passes a sun. Like a stream that meets a boulder, halfway through the wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better, but because I knew you, I have been changed for good."
Kurt felt the tears well up in his eyes and fall on his cheeks. He couldn't keep from crying. This was too much.
"Kurt Hummel," Blaine said, a few tears sneaking out of his eyes as well, "I love you. You've brought nothing but happiness and beauty into my life. I don't think I've ever been happier with someone than I have been with you. You complete me." Blaine got down on his knee as a new song began with the chorus, all the Warblers and Wicked cast still singing with Blaine.
"Marry me, today and everyday. Marry me, if I ever get the nerve to say hello in this café, say you will. Mhmm, say you will."
Kurt was frozen. He couldn't believe it. His dream boy, his best friend, his soul mate… asking him to marry him. He couldn't catch a breath.
Blaine jumped off of the stage and ran to Kurt. He got back on his knee, looking up at Kurt through his eyelashes. "Kurt, will you please marry me?"
Speechless, Kurt just nodded.
As the stage behind Blaine exploded into applause, Kurt felt like he was floating as his favorite pair of lips touched themselves gently to his own.
