The pair had just gotten out of the taxi and were walking, hand in hand towards Times Square. They were both dressed in the nicest suits they owned. Kurt's was grey, Blaine's black. "Classic", he called it. As they turned onto Broadway, Kurt gasped, and Blaine, in turn, kissed him on the cheek.
"I can't believe how beautiful everything looks," Kurt whispered, his head turned to face towards Blaine, but his eyes still looking down the street.
Blaine kissed his cheek once more, "Yeah, the view's great from here," he said.
Kurt hit him on the shoulder playfully, "You're such a sap, look at Times Square! This is a view of a lifetime!" He exclaimed.
"I'm serious, though, you look amazing," Blaine responded, smiling, and turned to look at his surroundings, "This really is breath-taking." He admitted.
He took Kurt's hand into his and squeezed it, "Remember when we were in high school and we could only dream of being here, let alone living here."
"Yeah, in a crappy apartment and barely making a living," Kurt smiled.
"Why must you insist on ruining the moment?"
"I'm sorry, I forgot that we live in a lavish two-story apartment on the Upper East Side."
"You're impossible."
"Yet, you put up with me."
"That, I do," Blaine said, turning again to face the beauty of Times Square.
"Would you put up with me for the rest of your life?" Kurt asked, turning to face Blaine, his face suddenly completely serious.
"Of course! Wait, what?" Blaine asked, confused.
"I asked," Kurt said, holding Blaine's hand in both of his and taking half a step backwards, "If you would be willing to put up with me for the rest of your life." Kurt lowered himself onto one knee.
Blaine's eye widened as Kurt removed one of his hands from Blaine's right one, and fumbled with his breast pocket, his eyes never leaving Blaine's. At last he removed a little black box. He held onto it with both of his hands, leaving Blaine's to swing back to his side.
"Blaine Anderson, will you put up with my craziness for the rest of your life? Will you allow me to be there beside you every morning when you wake up, and every night when you go to sleep? Will you let me tell you that I love you so often that you will get sick of it? Will you allow me to try to make as happy as you make me?" Kurt said, almost in a whisper, as tears pooled in his eyes.
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine, who despite never being one for tears, had a tear rolling down his cheek, "Of – of course I want all of those things." He smiled wider than he had ever known to be possible.
Kurt stood up, the tears streaming down his face, and slid the ring onto Blaine's left hand, his fingers shaking.
Blaine took Kurt's face into his hands, gently pulled Kurt towards him, and kissed him. It was a slow and sweet kiss, which could have lasted anywhere from a couple minutes to days on end, neither of them could really tell.
"I love you so much," Blaine whispered, touching his forehead to Kurt's when they finally pulled apart.
"I love you, too," Kurt answered, and gave Blaine a quick peck on the lips.
Blaine took Kurt's hand into his, "This was really unexpected, I'm usually the spontaneously romantic one, not you," he said with a grin.
"I know, it was my turn to return the favor," Kurt responded, using his free hand to wipe away the tears.
"I can't believe how lucky I am to have such a perfect man in my life," Blaine said, looking lovingly into Kurt's blue sparkling eyes.
"You won't be saying that once we start planning the wedding," Kurt laughed.
"Why did you have to remind me?" Blaine groaned, and then kissed Kurt again, "But, when I told you that I'd marry you, I agreed to marry all of you, from your spontaneity to your craziness."
"How did I get so lucky?" Kurt asked, with a giddy giggle.
"God only knows, " Blaine said, and pulled Kurt into another longwinded kiss.