AN: So, I wrote this awhile back and was going through some old files and reread it. I'm pretty pleased with it and want to publish it. I have the first four chapters written and plan on writing out the rest. I got the idea from the movie The Proposal and you will see quite a few references to it, but beyond the general concept and first chapter, I plan to deviate from it. Let me know what you thinks and thanks for reading! Glee or the Proposal are not mine!

Blaine woke up like he did every week day morning, to an alarm blaring in his right ear. He reached his hand over slamming the snooze button. Groaning he rolled over on his side. After contemplating just ignoring all life's responsibilities for a while, Blaine lugged himself out of bed.

After showering and brushing his teeth, Blaine walked over to his decent sized walk in closet. His place was relatively small, but he was adamant about having proper clothing storage thank you very much.

He picked out the perfect pair of black pants with a black dress shirt. He hated the simplicity of it, but found that his boss was a tad bit nicer to him when he did not try to experiment will colors and what not. As a small way to express himself, he finished off his outfit with a deep purple bow tie and socks with Harry Potter icons on them before slipping on his basic black shoes.

It was a beautiful New York day as he stepped out of his apartment heading to the Starbucks. It was one of his most important duties as a secretary, or excuse him, executive assistant, is to supply the boss man with sufficient caffeine. Walking into the franchise, Blaine sniffed in the glorious coffee bean aroma. That was one smell he could never get enough of.

Sebastian, the barista at the local shop, already had his coffee order ready for him, like every morning. He got a Medium Drip while his boss favored a Grande Non-Fat Mocha. Grabbing the two cups, he muttered a quick thank you and headed on his way to the office.

Blaine had been working as a secretary. His brother never let him forget that fact. He had gone to college at NYU majoring in fashion marketing with a minor in music. He was well aware of the fact, just like everyone told him, that fashion and music do not really mix, but he really just took on the added classes for himself.

Blaine grew up with music in his life. He started singing when he could talk. He loved to belt out the lyrics to Disney movies whenever they would come on TV. It always made his mom laugh, before leaving whatever she was doing to join in with the crazy curly haired boy. He picked up the piano when he was just five, and later learned the guitar and the ukulele. He did not see much purpose in the last instrument, but it was comical and made him happy and that was enough. He did not start writing songs of his own until his teens. That was when he had some emotional muses to inspire him, whether he wanted them or not.

So, the music minor was for him, but the fashion marketing degree is where he saw himself actually having a career. He was plenty aware of all the statistics against aspiring artists and what not. And music was really only a passion for him, nothing more.

After four years of the ups and downs that came with college and with his new shiny certificate hung up on his bedroom wall, he was ready to start his career designing and selling a clothing line.

That was three years ago.

No, Blaine had yet to design anything. Well, he had designs. Just nothing he had drawn had ever been fabricated.

And no, Blaine had yet to really sell anything either. Nope, so far, his new shiny certificate had got him exactly nowhere.

Now, this would have most people down and depressed. And it didn't help that Blaine had his brother mocking him for his job. It was not his fault that he didn't make it big like Cooper. So, yeah, Blaine was a little down. He was in New York for fucks sake. He was living in the big apple. This was where dreams come true, damn it. But his dreams were not amongst those wonder stories of how people moved to this crazy city and blew up on Broadway or something.

Nope, Blaine's dreams still remained just that, dreams. His reality was being a secretary, a secretary to probably the worse man in the huge iconic state.

Blaine climbed into the elevator pressing the correct number while trying to go through in his head why he was here again. It seemed to becoming a reoccurring past time of his.

Everybody has to start out at the bottom, Blaine told himself. Okay, so that was not always true, but Blaine liked to think so. Let's forget about all of those who just inherit their role in society. His boss was actually a great example of this. He grew up with a single father working at a tire and lube shop in Ohio after moving from a small town in Canada. Now, he was one of the most successful fashion designers. See, prime example! You think that would make him a little more humble, but to each their own.

Sadly, it always got tough for Blaine after this point to come up with reasons to stay. Besides the hope that he would one day be the boss employing some sad loser like himself, he really didn't have much.

The elevator dinged, signaling Blaine was at his stop. He walked off the contraption and headed towards his boss's office. When he walked in, his breath hitched at the sight of the man leaning over his work with his beautiful backside facing Blaine.

Oh yeah, add his beautiful boss to the list of why he was here. Blaine took another moment to admire the way the black fabric fit to the man's behind. He had to take advantage of any good he had in this job, at least that was his excuse, otherwise he would go crazy.

"Are you going to bring me my coffee or just continue staring at my ass, Blaine?" his boss acknowledged his presence without turning around. Busted. Damn it. Blaine cursed under his breath before muttering his quick apology. Unfortunately, this happened a lot. Blaine was like any normal, horny, single, man and could not help but look. He still remained professional and never went any farther. Not like he could, the boss's attitude was a big turn off.

"Sorry, sir. Here you go! One Grande Non-Fat Mocha!" He placed the still warm cup next to the man before walking over to his own desk.

After nursing his drink for a few minutes, and not staring at the beautiful man's ass next to him, the telephone on Blaine's desk rang.

"Kurt Hummel's office, this is Blaine, how may I help you?" Blaine repeated the line he had memorized after the first day.

"Send him down here, will you?" Blaine recognized the voice as the main boss. Kurt Hummel still had to answer to someone else, which made Blaine feel a little bit better.

"Sure thing." Blaine did not get a response besides a click and a dial tone on the other side.

"Who was that?" Kurt asked, in his higher pitched voice. Blaine found the voice to get annoying sometimes. It was a tad bit unnatural and although he thought it to be beautiful at first, with it screaming at him weekly, it had lost its appeal.

"Mr. Shuester. He wanted to see you." Kurt made no start to move, but just continued to work on whatever project he was on. "Uhh, now?" Blaine said as a question. He did not want to anger his boss but knew that he would end up getting to hear that aforementioned voice at very high levels if Kurt got yelled at for being late. Kurt did not like getting yelled at.

"Now?" Blaine refrained from sighing at the man.

"Yes, now." He was pretty sure that was quite obvious when he said now, but hey, maybe he was crazy.

"Fine. If I'm not back in ten minutes come get me. I have important things that need to be done." Kurt strutted out of the room before Blaine could even comment back.

Huffing, Blaine sat back in his seat. He ran a head through his hair, well over his hair. There was so much gel in it that it was basically a solid. Sometimes he hated how stressful his job is.

His telephone rang again, with another sigh he answered with the practiced greeting.

"Blainey!" He was surprised to hear his brother's voice on the other end of the line. He knew all about how much Blaine hated his boss and could get away with nothing at the office. Blaine should be pissed but he really could not care.

"Hey, Coop. What's up?" Blaine said with little enthusiasm. He was hoping that Cooper would not notice, but was not that lucky and sure enough, Cooper made a comment about it.

"Aww, what's wrong Blainey?! The boss got you down?" Unfortunately, because it is his brother the comment was not caring.

"Of course not, man, I love working for Satan. Now what do you want?"

"Maybe I just wanted to hear the sound of my own brother's voice!?" Cooper let out a chuckle while Blaine let out yet another sigh. "Fine, you are coming back west to Ohio this weekend. We're having a party for Mom's big 5-0 and you are going to be there!"

Blaine gave his reluctant agreement before hanging up. He loved his brother, he really did, and he wanted to see his family again, but he knew asking for time off was going to be awful. The party was meant to last from Sunday until Tuesday. Apparently they did not understand the concept of weekend that Cooper labeled the timeline for this festival.

Looking at the clock on the bottom of his laptop, he saw that the ten minutes had passed and he should go and retrieve his boss. He was hoping the meeting went well so that he would be able to actually take off for the party. He knew he would get hell for not making it. His family told him every day to quit and come back. There were plenty of JCPenny's and Sears to work for. As if I would work at a department store! Out of all the gay stereotypes, Blaine conformed to that one the most. He cared about his looks deeply.

He walked towards the office trying to come up with an excuse to drag the handsome man back to his own projects and away from Mr. Shuester. Coming up with something decent enough, he knocked on the door before pushing it open and sticking just his head in, standing at a very awkward angle.

The two men in the room turned to look at him, Mr. Shuester with an irritated look and Kurt with an odd look of desperation on his face. Crap, Blaine thought. This was not looking well for his family reunion.

"Um… I know you are busy and what not but, um…"

"Make it fast, Anderson, we're kind of busy in here." Mr. Shuester rushed him looking annoyed.

"Uh, yeah sorry. Mr. Hummel, Mary, from Fabrics, uh, she said she needed you. I told her that you were engaged in something important, but she insisted that if you wanted the red silk from Milan, you would need to get down there in the next minute. She was sort of hysterical." Blaine finished his little speech hoping that it would be enough and Kurt would leave and not yell at Blaine later for his failure.

Instead, Kurt tilted his head a little to the side and took on a face that looked like he may be possessed by something. Usually this look meant that it was an idea that did not really favor Blaine. Blaine was hoping that this was not the case.

Again, his hope was for nothing as Kurt kept jerking his hand towards Blaine trying to motion him into the office. Blaine got the memo and went to stand next to his boss, heavily confused.

Kurt only added to that confusion when he spoke for the first time since Blaine interrupted the meeting. "Actually, Will, there will be no need for me to be deported-" Blaine's eyes widened as he looked at his boss. "-because, see Blaine here-" He felt a hand come over and pat him on his chest, rather hard for someone who looked as fragile as Kurt. "-Blaine and I, we, we are getting married." Blaine was nodding his head in agreement to Kurt before he slipped out the dreaded M word. He quickly halted his head movement and gaped at his boss.

"Excellent, Kurt! Now you two love-birds head down to the immigration office and make that official. I would hate to have to replace my favorite designer!" Will chuckled before glancing back at his paper, dismissing the pair.

Blaine looked at Kurt as the boss slid his hand around his bicep, dragging him out of the office. He walked back down to his own office with the secretary in toe, before shutting the door and sitting down in his chair. Blaine watched as his hands rose to his temples before he started to message the area. Blaine ignored the urge to go over there and replace the pale fingers.

"Um, what the fuck was that?!" Blaine spluttered as he watched his boss. He wanted an explanation damn it.

"Please, just give me a minute to calm my thoughts. Then I will explain." Blaine waited a few seconds, getting tenser as time passed before Kurt spoke up again, however not about anything that Blaine actually cared about. "Mary in fabrics really didn't say that, right?"

Shocked, Blaine only shook his head. "Good." Kurt said before looking back down at his desk. Minutes passed before his hands stopped their movements at his head and he leaned back in his chair.

"Take a seat." He instructed, Blaine quickly obeyed, not really being able to think through any of his actions. "Okay, um. I'm not exactly sure how to say this. My work visa was being processed when I went to France last week to reserve the fabrics for my next suit design. Technically, that was a violation. Apparently, the United States doesn't give a damn about suits and said that I must return back to Canada for one year before I can apply for another visa."

Blaine looked at his boss, who was oddly calm. "So, how the hell does marrying me come into play?!" Blaine, on the other hand, was not as calm.

Expecting this, Kurt quickly replied. "Well, one way to avoid my deportation is to marry an American citizen. A fiancé visa would suffice. And seeing as how I would not be able to be employed by an American country during that year, you would inevitably be out of a job. Now, because you have put so much effort and what not into this job, in order to make all that worth it, you will be my American citizen. Understand?"

Kurt turned to Blaine, expecting some kind of outburst, but was pretty surprised when Blaine just stood there nodding. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay. With conditions."

"Conditions?"

"Conditions. One, you are promoting me."

"Fine, executive assistant."

"Uh! No, I want to be placed at the head of my own stuff. I want at least one outfit of my design for each type of outfit in your line. Now, two, we are both going to take off next Monday and Tuesday."

"What!? No! We have work and I-"

"I said we are going to take off next Monday and Tuesday. We are going to be flying to Ohio Saturday evening together to meet my family. It is my mother's fiftieth birthday and we are going to announce our engagement then, how I want and when I want."

"Fine. But that means that we are going to have to visit my father and his wife Friday. And because it is in Ohio also, we can save the flight and just drive over."

"Okay, now you are going to ask me to marry you. Officially. But, I like having an audience. So, we are going to do it in time square. Tonight at midnight. I'm a romantic at heart." Kurt looked at Blaine, clearly unhappy with this situation, however he was aware of who had the actual control and nodded.

"Fine. I never thought I'd be the one to actually propose. Okay, well back to work! We have some clothes to design!" Kurt shifted the situation back to work surprisingly easily. Blaine was a little shocked at how nice Kurt was being, but maybe it was just his acting skills. Instead of focusing on the situation he went back to work answering telephone calls. Thankfully this would be his last week doing so.

Later that evening, Blaine found himself standing with his asshole boss in the middle of time square. He was dressed in something that felt a lot more him then the neutral office wear. It was a warmer day for the fall season in New York. He had on his favorite pair of red Capri pants with a grey stripped cardigan and a red and blue striped bow tie. Bow ties were his thing, sue him.

When Kurt met him at his apartment he was quite shocked to see the shorter boy's attire. Besides the bow ties that he had become accustomed too, the outfit was a big change. Kurt on the other hand was still wearing the same skinny jeans, knee high boots, and dress shirt with a dark vest. Blaine was disappointed that he had not put in the effort to choose an event specific outfit, but figured that it was still nice enough.

The taxi ride over to time square was awkward at best. Blaine attempted to discuss some of the questions that the immigration office gave the pair to memorize in the next two weeks for their first interview.

Both men were good actors and both had some history in theater. The agent they worked with was not skeptical in the least, thankfully, but there was still going to be checkups to make sure the coupling was legitimate. Even after they two get married, they would have to have surprise interviews and what not.

The questions became a little awkward when they started to delve into childhood information. The basics such as parents, high school, and what not were not anything too bad, but when it started to talk about how each felt about their teenage experience, Blaine decided to bring the question and answer session to a close. This surprised Kurt, he thought that he would be the one to be pushed too far.

The taxi reached their location and when the cabbie announced the fare price, Blaine made no movement to pull out his wallet, so with a huff Kurt paid, giving the man a generous tip. Blaine saw this and smiled, apparently the man did have a heart.

This brought them to where they were now. Five minutes until midnight, when Blaine demanded he wanted to be asked. They quietly waited until the final minute when Kurt came to an awful realization.

"Oh my god, I'm going to have to get on one knee aren't I?!" Blaine chuckled at the man. Truthfully he was going to enjoy his suffering. Blaine was not a vindictive man by nature, but anybody would enjoy this really.

"Yep! That's the general idea. Is that a problem, Mr. Hummel?" Throughout the whole exchange, Blaine did not stop calling his boss by his last name. He told himself that it was just to keep himself in the mindset that this is only a business deal, but it may just be because he loved the way it irritated the man.

"Okay, I've told you a hundred times Blaine, do not call me Mr. Hummel. It makes me feel old when I'm only a few years your senior. Second, you are about to be my fiancé. You are going to have to call me Kurt at some time." See, irritated. Blaine loved it.

"We shall see, Hummel. Now down on your knees." Blaine gave him a smirk. As Kurt lowered himself down to the ground he did not exactly stay on just one knee but the effect was still there. The position also put him with his face right in front of his secretary's crotch. With a gulp, Kurt's eyes lingered on the man a little too long before glancing up at Blaine to see him smirking. "Good, I rather like you like this."

Kurt huffed as his hand reached up to brush his bangs out of his face. "Shut up, Anderson. Now,-" Kurt looked up at Blaine with fake admiration on his face and began his proposal. "Blaine Anderson, would you do me the honor of becoming my husband. Please." Blaine was expecting something a lot more sarcastic, but Kurt's acting skills became apparent when the offer actually came across as sincere.

Blaine pretended to contemplate the question for a minute. Kurt was getting irritated and started shifting around. Seeing this, Blaine finally sighed. "Yes, Kurt Hummel. I will marry you." Kurt smiled and started to stand up.

The two, for the moment, forgot about anybody around them, but when people started clapping and awing they both looked around at the crowd that had gathered. The situation only increased in awkward feelings as the crowd began to chant something neither man wanted to hear.

"Kiss him!" Someone shouted. Both men's eyes widened before Blaine decided to man up and do what was necessary to get the crowd to calm down. His hands lifted up to grip both sides of the paler man's face before he leaned in. His lips landed on the others, briefly. Blaine was surprised in how warm they were. As quickly as Blaine leaned in, he pulled back. The chaste kissed seemed to be enough to appease the mob as they started to disperse.

"Alright, well night Mr. Hummel!" Nodding to the man, Blaine turned away from the man and started walking the pleasant path back to his apartment. He decided to not get a taxi and enjoy the night air. He always loved how beautiful the night was. There were not as many stars visible in the New York sky as there was in Ohio, but the city lights seemed to make up for it. The stark contrast from Ohio nights was one of the reasons Blaine fell in love with the city.

Kurt shot up from his bed, gasping. He wiped at his face and pulled his hand back. Glancing down he saw the sweat left on his palm. This would normally appall him, Kurt Hummel hated sweat, but the placement of his other hand was currently a bigger concern for him. His right hand was down his boxers and wrapped around his semi-hard on.

Kurt had had minimal partners in his life time. Zero, in fact. Even though he was twenty-eight, he was very inexperienced sexually. His first kiss was with a girl, one he really regretted. His second was forced upon him by a high school bully. And as much as Kurt hated it, his third was a part of a shame proposal.

He always told himself that it was because of work. He wanted to perfect his career before he even thought about getting into a relationship. Relationships complicated things was his excuse. He knew that was not the truth though. Kurt Hummel was a hard man to love. He did not do that on purpose, it was just the way he was. He had accepted his fate of being alone. Kurt did better alone.

That was why he was so surprised when he woke up the way he did. After Blaine walked off, acting as if the kiss meant nothing, he was a little hurt. He did not want another one of his kisses to mean nothing. He did not want to mean nothing. But that was all it was, nothing.

Blaine's hands were slightly rough, like Kurt expected. The feeling of his fingers brushing Kurt's cheek was nice and the shockingly soft lips that pressed to his lips left them buzzing for quite a while. The kiss was all that Kurt could think about on his way home.

Once at his apartment, Kurt was determined to put it behind him. He went through with his nightly moisturizing routine before dressing in his silk pajamas. After climbing into bed and realizing he was not going to fall asleep anytime soon, he reached over to his nightstand pulling out a familiar bottle of pills. Kurt shook out two melatonin tablets into his hand before tossing them into his mouth and swallowing them. He had enough practice with taking these without water.

The natural drug helped him drift off into a peaceful sleep where Kurt did not expect to wake up until his alarm went off again.

Extremely detailed dreams were common when he took the pills, however this one was a lot more graphic than usual. Kurt was working late at the office with Blaine on a last minute addition to the new fall line. Blaine went to go hand Kurt some papers when he tripped falling into Kurt's arms where he caught the smaller man.

Blaine looked up into Kurt's eyes and Kurt was mesmerized by the hazel orbs. He never really paid them much attention, typically getting distracted by the cute triangular eyebrows crowning the eyes instead, but in this dream they were getting plenty of attention.

Instead of going slow, like the kiss at Times Square, Blaine launched himself at Kurt. His kisses were hot and wet but Kurt was not disgusted like he thought he would be. Instead he felt his blood rush to his lower regions as the short man gave Kurt's body some much needed attention.

Kurt started to moan as he noticed the kisses starting to trail down his body. He did not remember when he lost his shirt, but it was no longer there. Blaine lowered himself to his knees before turning his attention to the belt buckle in his eye sight. After conquering the belt, Kurt felt as his button and zipper were undone. With a jerk, Kurt's boxers and skinny jeans were in a pool around his ankles.

Kurt watched hazily as his beautiful secretary started to palm his member. Blaine's tongue shot out of his mouth and onto the tip of Kurt's head where a bead of pre-cum had appeared. Kurt moaned as Blaine spread around the cum before without warning, engulfing Kurt whole into his mouth. Blaine's named escaped the boss's lips when the younger man hummed around his mouthful.

After bobbing up and down a couple of times, Kurt was already ready to cum. As soon as he started to warn Blaine and tug on his hair to pull him back his dream was interrupted and Kurt woke. Disappointed, Kurt decided a cold shower was in order.

After working himself over the edge, Kurt climbed back into bed. He had a feeling of despair wash over him. How in the world was he supposed to last in a marriage with this man, whom he could not sleep with, when after one kiss he was having a wet dream like a horny teenager?

This did not look promising for him.