A/N- Another challenge, this one from Jeraina. The next set of words is: match, high, butter, experience, habit, cradle, forward, grin, jewel, mattress, bad, edge, hug, kick, nothing, quick, outside, rock, warning, advance. Here we go!
"Oh, shit!" Kurt looked around in the dark frantically. The kitchen of his apartment was completely black. "Blaine?"
"I know, I know. I'll get the candles." He felt a warm body brush past, and Kurt leaned against the edge of the counter to give Blaine more space to move. The fashion student looked out the window as he waited, noticing the streetlamps outside were off too. The couple had gone through this experience more than once and had developed a system for when the power went out, so this wasn't so bad.
A flame flickered beside Kurt's face, and he smiled across the glowing match at his boyfriend. "Thank you." He pulled Blaine into a hug, and let Blaine's hands trail down to his hips before resting there. "My big strong man, lighting up the kitchen."
A grin spread across Blaine's face, and he tightened his grip. "Anything for you." He looked down at the bowl Kurt had set on the counter top. "What were you making anyway?"
"Well, I was baking cookies, but that train has left the station at this point." Kurt dug the wooden spoon deep into the mixture, flipping and turning it until there wasn't a clump of flour left in sight. "Wanna eat the dough?"
"Oh, why not." Blaine smirked and opened his mouth, letting Kurt toss in a clump of cookie dough. He could taste the butter, sugar, and chocolate chips, all blended to perfection. "You are an amazing baker," he slurred, trying to talk through the sticky dough. Kurt laughed, serving himself a spoonful.
"I know. What do we do now?" Kurt looked up at Blaine, whose skin glowed in the dim lighting. He started to cradle Kurt against his chest as he thought deeply.
"Why don't we take this cookie dough," he said, scooping another helping, "And sit in bed and talk."
"Ew. Talking? Why on earth would I want to talk to you?" Blaine pretended to be shocked by Kurt's words and flicked cookie dough on his boyfriend's face. "Hey! No fair, I was kidding!"
"Yeah, you better be." He winked at Kurt and passed him the mixing bowl, pushing him forward toward the bedroom. Blaine continued his playful advance on Kurt until they finally reached the creaky mattress in their shared bedroom. "Sit, mister."
"Okay, okay." Kurt plopped on the bed, scooting to the right side out of habit. Blaine was quick to join him, throwing his weight on the left side before pulling the brunet into his lap. Kurt snuggled closer, loving how comfortable he felt around his boyfriend. "So, how was your day?"
"Good, I guess. My music theory professor gave my composition a bad grade, but on the whole it was a good day." Blaine absentmindedly started stroking Kurt's arm with his fingertip. Soon the spot was completely numb, but Kurt didn't mind. "How was your day?"
"Not that great." Kurt mumbled, letting his head drop against Blaine's chest.
"I figured. You always bake cookies when you're upset."
"Yeah, and even that failed." He picked up the spoon and dropped it, letting the wood clank against the metal bowl. "Now I've got a big bowl of dough."
"Hey, don't knock the dough!" Kurt smirked and gave him a sharp kick. "Ow! What was that for?"
"No making me laugh when I'm annoyed!" He said, crossing his arms. "Are you going to ask why I'm upset?"
Blaine sighed. Anything to please his little diva. "Why are you upset?" He asked, turning them so they were on their sides. Kurt readjusted himself so that they were spooning as close as possible before continuing.
"No one liked my newest design."
"What? You mean the sweater with-"
"Yeah, that one. Not even Mercedes liked it! Everyone said it would be too flashy for most guys, and it would never sell." Kurt rolled his eyes, thinking back to all their judgmental faces. "That's complete bullshit though! What self-respecting fashionable male wouldn't want a jewel-encrusted sweater?"
Blaine held back quiet laughter. "I can't think of anyone who wouldn't want that." He ran his hands through Kurt's hair, something only he had the privilege of doing. "Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?"
"No. There is absolutely nothing on the planet that could make me happy. My masterpiece has been rejected." Kurt rolled over and did a face plant into his pillow.
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, rolling Kurt over. He wanted them to be facing for this. "Because I think I have something that might cheer you up."
Kurt sighed, doubting his boyfriend's words. "Alright, you can try. But don't expect much." Blaine grinned and, without warning, climbed out of bed. He ran to his dresser and opened the sock drawer, throwing random pairs on the ground before coming upon the most distasteful yellow socks imaginable. "Oh god, Blaine! Those are supposed to cheer me up?"
Blaine laughed, more excited than he had been in a while. "No, it's what's inside of them." He turned his back to unravel the socks. To Kurt's annoyance, the dark haired man was taking his sweet time. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands!"
Kurt rolled his baby blues, but soon obeyed. He felt the rushing high of waiting for a surprise, then something small dropping into his open palms. "Can I look now?"
"I have a question first." Blaine was glad Kurt couldn't see the goofy, but nervous smile on his face.
"Okay, shoot."
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, will you marry me?" Kurt's jaw dropped, and his eyes opened in an instant. There in his hand sat a little engagement ring. The band was white gold and held a strip of tiny diamonds, each rock seated in a perfect, tasteful row.
"I hope you like it. I've had it for a while now, and I've been waiting for the right time." Blaine was talking a mile a minute, turning even more red with every word. "I was actually gonna take you out to dinner, but we were so comfy and close and that's when I feel the best, when I'm close to you, so I thought-"
"Blaine!" Blaine's eyes darted back to Kurt, who laughed and leaned in to kiss his quivering lips. "Of course I'll marry you!"
"Really?" Blaine's dark eyes lit up, and they locked onto Kurt's. "You aren't mad that I didn't take you somewhere fancy?"
"Sweetie, I'd marry you if you proposed in a freakin' gas station. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you." Blaine's smile grew wider, and he pulled Kurt in for another kiss while effortlessly sliding the ring on his fiancé's finger.
