Chapter 1

"Blaine have you seen the antique vase your mother gave to us?" Kurt was searching through every box, worried that it hadn't been picked up from his father's house back in Lima Ohio. It had been given to them from Blaine's parents as a moving house present and Kurt had been planning on it sitting on the table in the hallway of their new apartment. He was still desperately trying to impress Blaine's parents and so wanted the vase to be visible when they came and visited them in New York. When he was looking through his sixth box he felt a strong pair of arms secure themselves tightly around his waist, standing him up. Blaine's chin rested on Kurt's shoulder and squeezed him around the middle.

"Kurt I'm sure we'll find it in good time, we still have all these boxes to unpack which means it could be anywhere. It's not like my parents are coming today." Blaine said pressing his lips to Kurt's neck, causing Kurt to shudder. Blaine felt Kurt relax in his arms and turned his boyfriend around to look at him. "This is it Kurt, this is what we've been dreaming about for so long. Just enjoy it." Blaine leaned in to kiss his boyfriend, which started off as a tender delicate kiss to a much faster pace and passionate one, each of them gripping onto each other's hair pulling their lips closer together. When they finally pulled apart both of them were out of breath and so rested their foreheads together trying to get their breathing to a normal rhythm. Ocean blue eyes gazed into a golden sunset as they stared longingly at each other, reminding themselves of the first time they set eyes on each other on the Dalton staircase. How time had flown by. It only seemed like yesterday to them that they were walking down the McKinley corridors, both very much in love and looking forward to their future together in New York. However if someone had told them that Blaine would have a high powered job at a bank and Kurt a well valued artist whose work had been shown in top galleries around New York they wouldn't have believed them. Well Kurt always believed that his voice was his real talent.

"I love you Blaine Anderson," Kurt whispered breaking the comfortable silence. A soft smile spread across Blaine's face, trying to think of how he got so lucky, to have a beautiful boyfriend like Kurt. Unbeknown to Kurt his soon to be fiancé if Kurt said yes.

"Ditto," he replied instantly seeing Kurt's smile falter. Kurt's arms unwrapped themselves from around Blaine's waist and stood back looking at the floor.

"What?" Blaine asked already knowing the answer; they'd had this conversation before. Kurt's face was glowing with disappointment which Blaine hated to see.

"Nothing…" Kurt tried to busy himself by starting to unpack the box nearest to him. He didn't want to show Blaine that it bothered him as much as it did. Kurt had never heard Blaine tell him he loved him since they graduated. Sure, Blaine showed him every day that he loved him by coming home with flowers for him or taking him out on romantic dates, but hearing Blaine say he loved him would mean a lot more to him. Kurt was still trying to figure out why Blaine couldn't look him in the eyes and say 'I love you'.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a hand gently gripping his shoulder. Kurt closed his eyes and stopped his busy hands and put them over his face. The stress of moving finally getting to him and the fact that Blaine was unable to say three little words was starting to show, which Blaine could tell by how tense Kurt's shoulders were.

Blaine knelt down and whispered into Kurt's ear "Come and join me on the couch and I'll give you a massage."

Kurt was reluctant at first but he gave in when he felt Blaine's soft lips gently touch his cheek which made goose bumps grace themselves all over his body. Blaine held out his hand for Kurt to take, like he did on prom night when Kurt had been upset over being elected prom queen. He instantly relaxed when Kurt's well moisturised hand gripped onto his. He pulled his boyfriend off the floor and picked Kurt up bridal style, which caused him to giggle, and carried him to the couch. Kurt's arm gently wounds its way around Blaine's neck and his head rested lazily on Blaine's shoulder.

"I'm going to make all that tension go away, just lie down and relax," he whispered into Kurt's ear placing a soft kiss to his forehead. Kurt smiled and let Blaine gently lay him on the couch, his lips opened slightly and his eyes clearly expressing he was aroused. Blaine lowered his face closer to Kurt's and told him to roll over on his stomach, letting his breath ghost it's self across Kurt's face. Kurt instantly did as Blaine told him, letting his body rest on the cushions and his head rested on one side, his cheek resting delicately on the silk cushions that he had bought especially for the apartment. He felt Blaine's weight on his lower back, knowing that Blaine was straddling him. Both of Blaine's legs lay either side of Kurt, he leaned down and kissed Kurt cheek once again, feeling Kurt's eyelashes brush against his face. He started massaging his shoulders allowing his thumb to dig in just under Kurt's shoulder blade making Kurt moan with satisfaction underneath him.

"You like that baby?" Blaine asked knowing the answer already which caused him to smile to himself. All Kurt was able to do was nod his head, unable to form any words because of the pure pleasure that was coursing through his body. Satisfied with the response he got he allowed his hands to move further down Kurt's back, looking at his face the whole time. Kurt's eyes were closed, a peaceful expression on his face, looking as though he was sleeping which caused Blaine to dig harder into the countertenors back, instantly making Kurt moan once again and throw his head back.

Kurt was surprised when he Felt Blaine's weight leaves his back and found Blaine's face the same level as his. He started into those warm, honey eyes, that he always fell in love with and smiled. "Thank you, that was amazing," He whispered still unable to lift his head off the cushion.

"That was my intention," Blaine laughed causing Kurt to lift his head slightly and crash his lips into Blaine's, his hand grabbing onto the back of the curly haired man's neck to push him closer to his face. Their lips moved in unison, Kurt moving so he was kneeling on the couch, their lips never breaking contact. Blaine got to his feet and moved so he was sitting on Kurt's lap. They stopped to catch their breath, leaning their foreheads together. Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's cheek and stroked it softly with his thumb, causing Kurt to close his eyes wanting to enjoy this peaceful and relaxing moment. "I love you," Kurt whispered, never opening his eyes. The word Kurt was expecting came out of Blaine's lips bringing Kurt out of his blissful state. He looked down and let out a desperate laugh unable to control his emotions. He couldn't believe that Blaine could spoil this moment.

Unable to hold it in any longer Kurt asked Blaine the question that had been troubling him for years. "Why do you never tell me you love me anymore?" He never looked into Blaine's eyes, not wanting to see his expression. The thumb that was stroking Kurt's cheek stopped and Kurt knew that Blaine was confused.

"I do," Blaine replied lifting Kurt's chin so he had to look at him. Kurt opened his eyes instantly seeing the concern that was written all over Blaine's face. He let out a sigh and smiled wanting to show Blaine that he wasn't mad at him.

"Blaine, you don't, you just say ditto." He tilted his head to one side trying to figure out what was going through Blaine's mind.

"But it means the same thing."

"Not to me it doesn't. Since we graduated you have never once said 'I love you'." Kurt felt Blaine's hand rest against his chest, over his heart. Kurt kept eye contact with Blaine not wanting to stop seeing Blaine's eyes.

"Kurt I do I just…" Kurt searched deep within Blaine's eyes trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"Let's just forget I said anything. Why don't you go and get me a glass of wine and I'll order a takeaway." He suggested, patting Blaine's leg as a gesture to let him stand up. Blaine moved over onto the couch, allowing Kurt to stand. Kurt didn't look back at Blaine, instead deciding that he should just focus on ordering their dinner. Once he was in the kitchen he looked through the stack of takeaway leaflets they had collected and decided on Chinese.

"Is Chinese ok?" He shouted, knowing that Blaine would agree anyway. However when he got no reply he started to worry that maybe he had upset Blaine. When he shouted for the second time and still didn't get a reply he decided he should go and investigate. "Blaine?" He spoke softly when he stepped into the living room, not knowing what sort of mood his boyfriend was in.

He found Blaine standing by the window, looking at the fabulous view of New York, his hands in his Capri pants. When he heard Kurt's voice he turned around to look at him, his expression was unreadable so Kurt proceeded to walk up to Blaine, holding his hand out which Blaine took immediately. He moved Kurt's hand to his mouth and kissed the top of his hand.

"Kurt I want you to know that I am always here for you and I will never let anyone hurt you." Blaine looked at Kurt with his puppy dog eyes which melted Kurt's heart every time. However he was confused at what Blaine trying to get at. He felt the grip Blaine had on his hand tighten. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, we will never be broken."

"I know." Kurt responded, his eyes narrowing with confusion. Blaine was starting to look nervous which resulted in him feeling nervous. Blaine smiled slightly, and leaned in to give Kurt a gentle kiss on the lips. All of a sudden Blaine let go of Kurt's hand and got down on one knee. Kurt was confused at first but when Blaine pulled out a small, black velvet box out of his pocket, Kurt suddenly understood. Tears were starting to form in Kurt's eyes, one hand held to mouth, as he looked at his boyfriend who smiled up at him.

"Kurt Hummel, would you make me the happiest man on the planet and marry me?" Blaine said whilst opening the box. There lay, so delicately, a silver band, three diamonds set into the middle. The diamonds glistened and sparkled matching Blaine's eyes which were starting to get teary. At first Kurt just nodded his head, not able to form any words.

"Is that a yes?" Blaine laughed taking Kurt's hand and gripping it tightly.

"Yes," Kurt whispered, pulling Blaine up to his level. Their lips met and moved together. Kurt opened his lips slightly allowing Blaine's tongue to slip in. When they pulled away Blaine took the ring out of the box and laid it onto Kurt's palm.

"Read the inscription, I wanted this ring to be unique just like you." Kurt carefully picked up the ring and looked at the inside of it. There inscrolled in delicate, italic letters was 'My Teenage Dream, B x'. Kurt swallowed hard feeling tears come to his eyes.

"Blaine, I don't know what to say…. It's beautiful." He whispered looking into Blaine's eyes which were mirroring his own. Blaine also had tears in his eyes, when one rolled down his cheek Kurt wiped it away with his thumb, cupping his cheek with his hand. Blaine leaned into the touch and closed his eyes savouring this beautiful moment. He took the ring from Kurt and placed it onto Kurt's finger. It was a perfect fit. Kurt held it up so he could see the beautiful detail the ring held. Each of the diamonds glistened in the light, just adding to the rings beauty.

Their foreheads rested against each other, Kurt's arms wrapped loosely around Blaine's neck. They stood there just staring into each other's eyes. "Thank you." He whispered against Blaine's lips.

"You're very welcome." Blaine whispered back placing his hands on Kurt's hips. "How about I go and get that wine and you order that takeaway fiancé?" He smiled pulling Kurt's hips to touch his own. Kurt laughed. "I could get used to that, I like you calling me that."

"Hmmmm," Blaine sighed. "Well I'm sorry but you won't be called that for long I plan on calling you my husband very soon.

Kurt smiled. "I like that one also." Reluctantly he let go of Blaine and walked into the kitchen. He really was hungry. As he proceeded to walk away Blaine gave a cheeky slap to Kurt's ass, causing Kurt to yelp. When he turned around he saw Blaine smiling with that goofy grin he very often wore.

"Sorry baby, it's those dam black skinny jeans," Blaine laughed. "I couldn't resist.