A/N So I have written a new Klaine story based on this quote below from 'Love, Love, Love.' I hope you enjoy it. I had fun writing this. it's different from anything else I have ever written. I will be bringing out a new chapter each week as I have already written most of the story already, so all I need to do is edit them. :) This will be my only Author's note for this story so I'm thanking you all ahead of time for reading my story and I love you all! I also apologise if anyone is from Nance's Creek Alabama. I'm sure it's a very lovely place, (just not for Blaine).

Enjoy!

We met right here.

I took this man's hand and we ran down that hallway.

And for those of you that know me,

Know I'm not in the habit of taking people's hands I've never met before.

But I think that my soul knew something that my body and my mind didn't know yet.

It knew that our hands were meant to hold each other...

Fearlessly and forever.

Which is why it's never really felt like I've been getting to know you,

It's always felt like I was remembering you from something.

As if in every lifetime that you and I have ever lived,

We've chosen to come back and find each other and fall in love all over again.

Over and over.

For all eternity.

And I just feel so lucky that I found you so soon in this lifetime,

Because all I want to do,

All I've ever wanted to do,

Is spend my life loving you.

So Kurt Hummel, my amazing friend, my one true love, will you marry me?

Prologue

Blaine had dreamed for as long as he could remember about a man with eyes the colour of the ocean and a dazzling smile that made his knees go weak. He had dreamt of this man through all the ages of history and beyond. But he had never once met him in this life. He had dreamt about him for so long that he had begun to think that his mind had made him all up. That this was what Blaine thought of as the perfect man and so he had begun to think he had dreamed him up in different scenarios and in different times in history to feel the romance that was seriously lacking in his life. Because let's face it, Blaine Anderson was screwed in the love department. Now at nearly thirty years of age he had only kissed a handful of guys and never once had a serious relationship. But then when you still lived in the small home town that you were bought up in for your whole life, and he meant small with a population of around four hundred people, and still working in your parents flower shop which you lived above so you didn't have to still live at home, there wasn't many people to choose from. Especially since he was gay.

That was how Blaine had ended up alone by the time his thirtieth birthday loomed on the horizon. He was incredibly lonely, and more than a little bored. Blaine hated Nances Creek, Alabama with a passion. It bored him to tears. Everything about his life was dull. His work was dull, his life had little social interaction and his family drove him crazy at the best of times.

So when Blaine received a large envelope through the mail from some fancy law office up in New York City he was more than a little confused, but extremely curious. He practically ripped the envelope apart with his bare teeth just to see what was inside. It was not what he expected. Not what he expected at all. It was a letter stating that his father's brother, his uncle John, whom no one talked about but everyone looked down on, the black sheep of the Anderson family who Blaine had never met before in his entire life. Not even once despite his pleas to meet him, had died. Not only that but he had left Blaine a sizeable amount of money and a shop that he apparently owned in Manhattan. All Blaine had to do was fly to New York, see this lawyer and claim his inheritance.

Now Blaine had never flown anywhere before. He hadn't even left the state of Alabama, let alone flown halfway across a continent. But Blaine couldn't get the thought of what he might find if he did out of his head. He couldn't concentrate on anything else in his life at all. Blaine was fluffing customers' orders up right, left and centre, not listening to a word they, or his nagging mother, said to him for the entire day. This was New York City. Just thinking about it made him giddy. The hustle and bustle of people, the exciting places to visit, people to see, things to do. The restaurants, the theatres and museums. It was finally Blaine's chance to escape the tedious doldrums of his tiresome existence so far. It was freedom. Blaine had to grab this one chance before it became like a leaf on the wind floating away. After all, he probably wouldn't ever get another. Did he really want to spend the rest of his days in a flower shop in the middle of basically nowhere, Sucksville? Be an old man, alone and unloved? No he did not. This was it.

That evening Blaine had packed his clothes up, left a cursory note to his parents about what he was going to do, boxed the rest of his belongings and booked the next available flight to New York City. Blaine Anderson was on his way to a better life. Let's face it; it couldn't be worse than this one, could it?