DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor claim to own anything in relation to Glee nor Law and Order SVU. If you recognize anything, it's not mine.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Why, hello! So…I haven't written fanfic in about a hundred years, so I'm a little out of practice. Be gentle. Also, this is the first thing for Glee that I've ever written, so I apologize if everyone's a teeny bit OOC. Now, in this story, I'd say timeline in Glee is pretty much canon even to season 5, with maybe a couple tiny changes (like how in one episode Kurt actually mentions SVU as a TV show…yeah, pretending that never happened), but I'm not all caught up on SVU, so I'm pretending that Cragen is still the Captain and Liv hasn't been promoted yet, but Rollins and Amaro are here.
Reviews and constructive criticism would be much appreciated, please and thank you!
LOYAL
Chapter 1
The Spotlight Diner was unusually packed tonight. People were everywhere, singing and clapping along with the waitstaff's spontaneous and perfectly choreographed Broadway version of "School is Out" by Gary US Bonds. Blaine Anderson knew it was because the New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts had just concluded final exams, performances and recitals for the year, and as a NYADA student himself, he too was celebrating being relieved of student duties for the summer.
He was currently sat at the bar on one of the red, squishy, 50's diner style barstools. He had a glass of soda and a red basket lined with red and white checkered wax paper filled with french fries in front of him. He was staring at his beautiful fiancé, Kurt Hummel, dressed in his black and red waiter uniform, who was on the stage and had just concluded the song with the rest of his coworkers. He clapped along with the crowd and blew a kiss to him before turning back to his snack.
He took a sip of his Coke, and had just placed it back on the bar before he noticed someone take a seat in the open barstool next to him. He looked up and noticed a fellow student of his, Damon Aurelia. He was a handsome gentleman, tall and built with short blonde hair and deep brown eyes. If Blaine remembered correctly he was a junior, and had been a TA for his Introduction to Dramatic Improvisation class. He never really talked much, but he seemed nice.
"Oh, hey, Damon," Blaine said. "How are you? All of your finals go well?"
"Depends on what you mean by 'well,'" Damon quipped.
Blaine chuckled in response. "Yeah, yeah, that sounds about right."
Damon laughed at that. "To answer your question, I think I did okay. May have been a little pitchy during my vocal recital, but other than that, I can't complain too much."
Blaine nodded. "Nice. Same here…well, except for Drama Improv. I had no idea what I was doing and I don't think Professor Mendez appreciated my Katy Perry references. He seems like a Lady Gaga type to me and he may have been a little biased."
Damon guffawed at that, and then smacked Blaine's arm lightly. "Don't say that! I'm sure you did fine. In class you always seemed like you knew what was up. Well, at least to me you did."
"Aww, thanks! That actually makes me feel a lot better," Blaine told him.
"Hey, I'm just being honest, especially for someone as talented as you. I wouldn't lie about that," Damon said. He had actually leaned a little bit closer, and it wasn't until then that Blaine noticed that he had yet to remove his hand from his arm. He scrunched his eyebrows upon discovering that, and he started to get an uncomfortable tingling in his gut.
"Yeah, uh, didn't think you would," Blaine said, awkwardly.
Damon then started lightly rubbing his hand along the grey cashmere sweater on Blaine's arm. "So, any fun plans for the summer? If not, I can tell you all about some great things to do while in New York. It's a fantastic time to be in the big city."
"Um," Blaine paused. The tingling in his stomach increased tenfold. He was sure the guy was hitting on him, but he didn't know him that well at all. Maybe he was just a super touchy-feely person and Blaine told himself that he shouldn't make assumptions about people. Assumptions make an ass out of you and me, right? He thought.
Thankfully, he was saved by a slightly sweaty, but beautiful brown hair still perfectly coiffed Kurt Hummel, who had just returned to work behind the bar, his bright blue-green eyes sparkling. "Hey, cutie. What'd you think?"
That was all it took for Blaine to forget about the guy sitting next to him who may or may not have been making a pass at him, and turned to the man that he was going to spend the rest of his life with to grin up at him. He reached out and took Kurt's left hand that had been resting on the bar and began to stroke the platinum band that adorned his ring finger. "Gary US Bonds. Definitely not in your usual repertoire," Blaine pointed out. "You've never seemed like the rhythm and blues type, and yet you managed to pull it off. I'm pleasantly surprised."
"Well, we did turn it Broadway a bit, but I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. And hey, I resent that. I know that's not my normal thing, but I'm well aware that you know I'm versatile, and that I can pull many things off," Kurt snarked, sexily raising an eyebrow at him.
And now Blaine was a little bit turned on. Kurt did that to him sometimes. "Ugh, you suck," Blaine told him.
"Yeah, I do," Kurt joked, wiggling his eyebrows at him.
Blaine laughed aloud at that, both happily annoyed and charmed by his fiancé. "Stop it," he commanded, though he was still smiling and leaned forward to give his man a quick peck on the cheek.
Kurt smiled at that and brought his other hand up to stroke Blaine's face. They just stared at each other for a moment, hazel and blue-green glowing with pure, unadulterated adoration. "I have something for you," Kurt told him, breaking the moment.
Blaine grinned at him anyway, still rubbing Kurt's hand with his thumb. "What's that?"
"Hold on," Kurt told him, and walked from behind the bar and up next to his fiancé. "I know I said I didn't really have the time and that I was extremely busy, but I may have lied a little bit. Though, now that we're done for the summer, I can do this for you."
Kurt reached out and grabbed Blaine's hands with his own. "Blaine, you are the most wonderful man I have ever met. You made me feel safe when the world made me feel otherwise, you made me feel loved when I felt lonely and isolated, and you made me happy. You make me so happy. I will never meet anyone one else like you, and I would love nothing more than for you to feel the same way that I do. I want you to feel safe, and loved, and happy, and I want to be the person to do that for you forever."
Blaine brought a hand up to cover his mouth as Kurt reached into his pocket and pulled out a navy velvet box, and opened it to reveal a matching band to his own.
At this point, Blaine was feeling the tears beginning to gather behind his eyes. He was shocked by his fiancé's boldness. He knew Kurt was a romantic, but never would he ever have expected him to do something like this for him. Kurt may have been a performer, but when it came to their relationship, he was generally very private, sometimes even to the point when he wouldn't even hold his hand in public.
Kurt got down on a knee before asking, "Blaine Devon Anderson, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"
It was at this point, when Blaine nodded and squeezed his eyes shut, that a couple tears finally escaped and traveled down his face. He stood as his future husband rose from the ground and began to remove the ring from the box to put it on Blaine's left ring finger. "Of course, I will, silly. You're doing this as if I haven't already told you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
"Well, you know me," Kurt shrugged. "I'm a drama queen. I like to put on a good show. And you, sir, are also quite the romantic, if I remember correctly, so I figured you'd like this, too," Kurt explained as he finally fit the ring onto Blaine's finger.
"I do," Blaine confirmed as he took a second to stare down at the shiny new platinum band that seemed very comfortable and at home on Blaine. He looked back up to Kurt, his eyes glowing so brightly and the most spectacularly happy grin on his face. "Thank you, baby," he said as he brought his arms around Kurt's neck to embrace his fiancé.
"I love you," Kurt told him, wrapping his arms around the shorter man's waist.
"I love you more," Blaine responded.
It was just in that moment when they finally realized that the patrons of the diner were cheering very loudly for them. They both chuckled and briefly pulled apart to look around. Yep, they definitely had put on quite the show. They looked back to each other and laughed before giving each other a big smooch on the lips.
"Fags," Blaine heard from his left, and as soon as he did, he ripped his lips from Kurt's to glare angrily at the tall, beefy guy nearby.
"Really?!" Blaine shouted at him, pissed off to all hell that this beautiful moment with his perfect man had been ruined by some homophobic doucheface. "You come to a 50's style, Broadway musical theater diner in New York City and you didn't expect to run into any gays here?! Are you kidding me?! What is wrong with you?!"
The brown haired, brown eyed dudebro looked annoyed and disgusted, but sufficiently chastised, and did not respond.
"You know, if you don't like it, you can leave!" Blaine told him, his voice still raised.
Dudebro just rolled his eyes, turned away from them and walked off. They probably wouldn't be seeing him again after tonight.
Blaine turned back to his fiancé and saw a proud gleam in his eyes. "Sorry about that, got a little carried away."
"That was very brave of you, sweetheart. I love that you can still stand up for yourself like that. Stand up for us like that," Kurt told him.
"But I probably just cost you some business," Blaine looked down regretfully. "It's not my place to kick someone out and cause a scene."
"Sure it is, if they're being an ass," Kurt said. "Besides, we don't want his kind here anyway. No one needs to be exposed to that kind of lifestyle."
Blaine chuckled in response. "I guess you're right."
Kurt embraced his future spouse again. It took him a second, among all of the hullaballoo that had just been going on, but he finally realized that the guy who was sitting next to Blaine had disappeared. "Hey, where's that guy you were talking to?"
Stunned by Kurt's inquiry, he looked at the stool in which Damon had been sitting, and noticed that it was no longer occupied. "Damon? I dunno. Maybe he went to the bathroom or something. Good thing, too, he was starting to weird me out with the touching."
"Yeah, what was that?" Kurt wondered.
Blaine shrugged. "Beats me. We've never really talked all that much, but I figured he knew about you, so I don't really understand why he'd make a move, if he was even making a move at all."
"Oh, he was certainly making a move," Kurt said, the overprotective green eyed monster growling in his voice a little bit. "That was the biggest move I've seen since Edward peeked in on Bella while she was sleeping."
"That's creepy," Blaine responded.
"Yeah," Kurt said. "Though, he was probably hitting on you just because you look so cute when you're staring at me like you were."
Blaine rolled his eyes and grinned at that. "Yes, that must be it," he commented sarcastically.
The two men stared at each other for a moment longer before Kurt looked around to see the diner had finally calmed down after the performance and the counterproposal that Kurt had given. He sighed. "I should probably get back to work now."
Blaine nodded. "You should. And I should probably pay for my stuff take off. I have an early meeting with June. I'll need sleep and lots of it."
Kurt sighed. "Okay," he said. "And don't worry about that, babe. It's on me tonight."
"Kurt," Blaine grumbled.
"Relax, sweetheart, it's fine. You can buy me dinner next time."
Now it was Blaine's turn to sigh. "Fine."
Kurt gave him one last peck on the lips before turning around to return to his assigned place behind the bar. "I'll see you at home, okay?"
Blaine nodded and waved at his fiancé before approaching the front doorway to the diner and opening it. He then began the trek to his and Kurt's shared apartment in the cool New York summer atmosphere.
He actually sort of liked that he didn't really need a car in New York. He enjoyed the bit of exercise that walking provided. It also gave him time to think, whether it be about ideas for his next showcase, a song idea, schoolwork, or even plans for the wedding.
At the moment, he was thinking about the showcase he was performing in next month. June had mentioned that there would be some sort of theme, but never told him what it was. He would find out at the meeting, which meant that anything that he thought of right now would probably be completely irrelevant. The elder socialite definitely was not on the same wavelength as the young, Top 40 type, dapper gentleman that Blaine was, and he figured neither was the audience. No matter, he would still probably enjoy it, even if it were something utterly ridiculous like The Who meets Ginger Rodgers. Actually, that sounded kind cool, now that he thought of it.
He wondered if maybe he could pull off anything by Barry White. That thought was immediately thrown out because holy good god, did he not think he had the voice for that. Perhaps he should just do a jazz or pop version of "Helter Skelter." He had always been a huge fan of the Beatles, but perhaps maybe the socialites he performed for would not like the harder version that was originally created by the quartet. Or he could even just perform a solo version of "All My Loving," that song seemed like it was the right style for his audience and he knew he could pull that one off very well. Heck, maybe he could even convince Kurt to duet with him on that one. Wait, Blaine thought, that was something that you wanted to do with him at your wedding, remember?
And it was with that thought, a with a happy, glowing smile on his face, that he felt a heavy, crushing pain exploding from the back of his head.
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A/N: I deeply apologize for all of the cheesy sappy grossness, I just really wanted Blaine to get his ring. And sorry for the OOC-ness. Keep in mind, first Glee fic. Also sorry for the cliffhanger, that's kinda my trademark. I like shit like that. Reviews please?
Preemptive trigger warning: NEXT CHAPTER IS POTENTIALLY SUPER TRIGGERY SO BE CAREFUL. There will be a massive trigger warning at the beginning of the chapter, as well.