Kurt Hummel has learned exactly four important things in his entire life:

1. Everyday is an opportunity for fashion, embrace it.

2. Be proud of who you are, it's the best thing about you.

3. Family means more than you think.

and lastly,

4. Never expect anything.

His entire life had been composed of various hopes and dreams, being crushed to small bits. Nothing was ever enough. The bullies never went away, his mother never came back, and solo's in Glee club were few if any. Of course, these events had been devastating and terrible, yes, but after eight years of relentless failure, he had come to accept it. He was different, and unique, but knew full well that the unfairness he was subjected to now was going to be worth it when he grew up and graduated out of Lima. Broadway would appreciate him quite well, thank you very much.

Still, Kurt, to prevent himself from further distress, accepted everything that was thrown at him, and expected no more. What was the point of sobbing about a solo? If you simply expected not to land one, the aftermath would be easier to deal with.

So of course, on this lazy Saturday evening with Blaine, Kurt expected nothing more than catching up on some movies, resting because it was finally March break and Dalton had overworked them, maybe even some cuddling. But Blaine always found ways to surprise Kurt.

The two of them had sprawled themselves out in the living room, the brand new, squishy couch at their service. After shifting around uncomfortably, they had finally positioned themselves nice and snug. Blaine sat up on the couch, hugging Kurt from behind, who let the back of his head rest on Blaine's shoulder. They had both immediately agreed that this was the best curl-up-and-hug position ever. The television was playing a rerun of "Grease," but they were too absorbed in each other to pay much attention.

"Mmm." Kurt let out a long, deep breath, his body going limp in relaxation. Blaine had wound his arms around Kurt's slim waist, and was rubbing up and down his sides soothingly.

"How about your dad never comes back, and Dalton magically disappears forever...So we can just sit here." Blaine suggested after ten minutes, doing some shockingly distracting maneuvers with his fingers. Kurt silently thanked any god that was listening for prompting Mrs. Anderson to become a professional therapy-massager and teach her son all that she knew. Blaine was his own personal superhero, banishing aches and cramps to the far away land of "Never come back."

"I second that." Kurt tried to say, but he was too tired and restful, and it came out in a whiny slur. Some nestling here, more stroking there, and he was almost gone. Never expecting much more to happen, though that wasn't a problem. This was perf-

"Hey, I was wondering." Blaine whispered, moving his arms up to rub at Kurt's palms, which were resting on his thighs. The pads of his soft fingers circled small massages into Kurt's skin. If it weren't for the sudden alertness of Blaine's voice, Kurt would have given up and gone to sleep right there.

"Yes?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, even though his boyfriend couldn't see.

"We should..." Blaine nuzzled his face into Kurt's face, blushing, and tightened his hold on the slender boy.

"Blaine come on." Kurt sighed, becoming tense now.

More silence, before-

"We should get married."

"..."

"Kurt?"

"What did you just say?"

"That we should..." Blaine cleared his throat, and swallowed back the ache forming in his throat. "get married." Of course his voice would break, just then. He kept his face hidden in the crook of Kurt's shoulder, doubt flooding his stomach.

"Oh." Kurt licked his lips, and offered no further response. "Are...are you serious?" He finally croaked out, willing his breathing to return to a normal pace. He felt Blaine shift awkwardly from behind him.

"Well, yeah." Kurt flinched. "I mean, I love you."

"Blaine, I-" Kurt frowned, pausing. "I love you, too. You know that, but ... I'm sorry, but you're serious?" He pushed himself away from the boy, turning his body horizontally to face him. Kurt shot him Blaine a blank look, his jaw currently relocated to somewhere on the floor. Blaine had nowhere to hide now, and stared up at Kurt's impassive face. He nearly reeked of embarrassment.

"I have a ring and everything I-" He stammered.

"Blaine stop." The cuddly atmosphere was gone now. "I want you to think about what you're saying...That we should get married, after a year of dating, while still in high school."

"Oh that's not what I meant." Blaine said, immediately relaxing. That was why Kurt was freaking out. Clearly, he hadn't communicated this as well as he had thought.

"Then what exactly did you mean?" Kurt hissed, nails digging into his palms. "Because I'm really freaking out here right now."

"I didn't mean, 'marry me now.' It's just that, uhm..." Blaine stopped and looked down at his hands. Kurt's glare was making him nervous. "I was just thinking...What if I proposed to you, and we...we just-Okay. Let me get this out."

Blaine squared his shoulders, and bravely looked Kurt in the eye. "I wanted to bring up...Maybe, proposing to you. Then we could be engaged, for however long we need to be." Kurt raised his eyebrows at him, so he hastily continued explaining his dilemma. "See I was watching this movie-"

"Oh my god." Kurt allowed himself a snicker, momentarily forgetting that he was supposed to be annoyed. Count on Blaine to get this crazy idea from another cheesy western-romance flick.

"Hush, you." Blaine cracked a small smile. "Well the two characters, they got engaged when they were twenty, and married when they were thirty. I just want-I want everybody to know that I love you...And when we're ready we can, you know, finalize it with a wedding."

Kurt looked up at Blaine from his eyelashes, not entirely swayed. Blaine cleared his throat, again, nervously. "I'm serious." He clarified.

"I guess I know what you're saying, but, I can't do this right now." Kurt said as softly as he could, shaking his head slowly. "Not that I don't want to marry you someday..." He had to pause because the words "marry you" sent the butterflies in his stomach into rabid-energy-drink mode. "But I'm not ready to be engaged at seventeen. There's no point, why-Why are you even bringing this up right now?"

"We're going off the college in three months." Blaine blurted out, biting his lip nervously. "Separate colleges. I need to know that...you won't run off with someone."

"I thought you trusted me?" Kurt grimaced.

"I do, I trust you more than anybody I know, but...Think of it not as an engagement ring, but a promise ring, to stay true to each other...A reminder, that we'll be married someday. You know? Like-yeah." Blaine gulped, and tried to shrug nonchalantly. He averted his gaze, and felt Kurt huff from next to him.

"No. Not now, Blaine." He whispered, playing with his own fingers now. "We are not getting engaged just because of college. I love you, and I'm not going to cheat on you, how could you think that?"

"I know, I'm just really scared of losing you." Blaine mumbled, staring down at his lap again.

"Don't you dare worry." Kurt tilted his chin up with the flick of his index finger. "Can we just talk about this in a few years, when we're ready? With like, a house and stuff?"

O-Okay." Blaine nodded, resting his hand onto Kurt's thigh. "Just think about it, maybe?"

"I have." Kurt admitted, slipping off Blaine's legs, and back in-between them so that they were sitting in the same position as five minutes ago. Because, well, the position was good, okay? Blaine wound his arms around Kurt again, and pressed a delicate kiss onto the boy's hair.

"I have thought about it." Kurt repeated again, shifting to get comfortable. "A future, with us, but not now, please understand that we are not going to do this right now. You know that we both need a few years to even think about this again."

"I know. I'm being stupid just-I'm going to miss you so much. Sometimes I think it would be easier if...If we were something more serious than just boyfriends. The term sounds so...temporary." Blaine sighed, not wanting to think about what it would feel like to be away from Kurt for months at a time.

"We'll be fine." Kurt said forcefully, trying to convince himself as well. "We just have to trust each other. There's no need to be engaged for years, honestly...Just trust me."

"Okay." Was all Blaine said, but Kurt could feel him smiling into his back, so it was okay.

Alright so maybe Blaine was taking this way too fast, and Kurt was petrified, but the idea snuck into his mind while they sat there and hugged. Maybe, in a few years, Kurt could bring it back up again. He did not expect Blaine to bring marriage up tonight, but then again, "life lesson number four" was key here, and Kurt had expected nothing, so of course it was surprising.

Everything was on the table now. Blaine was open to the idea, and Kurt found that he had gotten something very important from the conversation: That when he was ready to discuss this again, he could go to Blaine without hesitation, and they would talk about it...For however long it took. They would be there for each other.

That night, Kurt made some changes to his four rules.

1. Blaine Anderson will make you expect the unexpected.

2. Fashion be damned, if it's more comfortable to cuddle with sweats, do it.

3. Massages can fix everything.

4. Marriage is nice, too.

A/N: Well, this is random.

I got this idea from my older brother...He proposed to his girlfriend when they were 21, and got married at 28. Then I had a dream about a Klaine wedding and one night instead of studying I opened up my laptop, and here this was. I'm going to turn this into a six chapter story type thing. (Writers aren't that eloquent when they're not writing stories, don't believe anybody who says otherwise.)

Chapter 1: Marriage is brought up for the first time.

Chapter 2: They actually propose a few years later.

Chapter 3: Planning said wedding.

Chapter 4: Said Wedding occurs.

Chapter 5: Honeymoon.

Chapter 6: Anniversary, however many years later.

About YWFS, I'm honestly not sure when I'll be able to update! I'm doing my best, I swear. School and family life have been really weighing me down lately, I'm so sorry!

Don't forget to be awesome! (Haha, you guys never do, why am I reminding you.)

Reviews would be nice? Especially constructive criticism. Please? Any feedback at all brightens my day.

Ps. I love you.

Psps. I didn't even like that movie. srgdsfds.