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Anyway, I'm so glad I get to do this. I love writing and reading fanfics and love entertaining people. So, enjoy the new chapter!

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"Kurt, do we have milk at home?" I asked.

"Yes, Blaine. But we need cheese," my wonderful boyfriend informed me. I smiled down at him studying our shopping list. After high school, Kurt and I moved to New York and got an apartment for the two of us. Kurt was a fashion designer for Broadway, and I was recording a demo for a record label. And now, life was amazing.

Yes. But it can get better. Ask him to marry you. Do it, Blaine. Ask him to marry you!

No, Blaine-Brain, it's too early. We're in our junior year of college, and we're just getting by. Kurt doesn't need that stress right now.

Yes, but you're in love with him and he loves you right back and you cannot live without him, so why not now? You don't have to get married right away.

Yeah, but what if you're moving too fast?

My internal war raged on as Kurt picked up a box of macaroni and cheese, wrinkling his nose but putting it in the basket. My eyes widened, and it all clicked.

Kurt despised mac n' cheese with a burning passion. But he got it for me, and ate it, because I had an unhealthy obsession with it.

Yes, this new revelation came because of mac n' cheese. But though the gesture was small, it was a gesture of love.

"Kurt," I murmured under my breath. My boyfriend, my sweet, wonderful boyfriend turned to look at me with a confused look in his glasz eyes. That look. That sweet, unaware look made my heart swell. I took Kurt's hand and dragged him out of the Shoprite, Kurt hastily giving his basket to an employee as I pulled him out.

"Blaine Anderson, what has gotten into you?" Kurt shouted. I ignored him, my drive fueled by his total cluelessness because it was just so adorable and I wouldn't wait. I wouldn't wait any longer to propose. Even if I didn't have a-

Ring.

"Kurt, give me a quarter."

"What?" Kurt's gaze lingered on me before he looked where I was, and scoffed. "Blaine, is this because you want a plastic ring? Because you could've waited until we got out-"

"Kurt." The intense tone of voice I used surprised even me, but Kurt's eyes widened at my intenseness. "Give. Me. A. Quarter."

Almost unconsciously, Kurt pulled a shiny quarter out of his pocket and gave it to me. The only sound I heard in the almost abandoned Shoprite lot was the quarter working its way through the machine. I reached in and pulled out a plastic red ring with a plastic blue rhinestone. I pulled it out of the little container, throwing it to the ground and looking at Kurt, who looked so confused that I couldn't resist.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you make my life complete. I wasn't whole until I met you that beautiful day on the Dalton staircase. And I've been wanting to do this for a while now, but I didn't know if we were moving too fast. But when I saw you pick up that mac n' cheese in there, look at it like it was totally disgusting, but get it anyway for me…well, it was a small thing, but for some reason, I know now that I have to do this. Right. Now." I dropped to one knee and looked up as Kurt gasped audibly, covering his mouth with one hand and tears welling up in his eyes. "Kurt, I promise I will get you a real ring, but I won't wait any longer. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, will you marry me?"

I watched the emotions flicker across his face. First shocked. He was so cute when he was shocked. Then disbelief. The way his eyebrows scrunched together was so adorable. Then love. The look in his eyes was so overwhelming, and when he said that one word, I broke.

"Yes."

He brought me to my feet and flung himself into my arms, kissing my face in every possible spot, saying yes louder and louder each time he went in. Finally, our lips found each other and it was perfect. I was kissing Kurt, yes, but it felt newer. Securer. Like I knew I would never have to pull away if I didn't want to, because I was kissing my fiancé.

But, of course, I did have to pull away. I took the plastic red ring and slid it onto his finger, smiling my big dopey smile as I led him back to the car, neither of us caring about groceries. We could get them tomorrow. Right then, it was time to celebrate.

"Oh, and babe?" Kurt asked. I raised one eyebrow happily.

"We're eating mac 'n cheese at the wedding."

(10 YEARS LATER…)

"Daddy, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Lizzy-Bear," Kurt said, pulling our 4 year old on his lap. My husband was so adorable sometimes. The little girl was perfect. Blaine and Kurt were obviously in her, with Rachel showing through in other places too. They couldn't have thanked their surrogate and sister enough for what she did. Our little Elizabeth Rose Hummel-Anderson had Kurt's eyes, thank Grilled Cheesus. They sparkled when she talked animatedly about tea party adventures with her teddy bears. Her hair was black, like mine, but had Rachel's soft waves. She had three talented parents, and it was already obvious she would be a performer. She was perfect.

"Daddy, what's this?" Lizzy said, holding up the thing on a silver chain around Kurt's neck. It was a faded, red plastic ring, the blue rhinestone chipped and discolored. I hadn't seen my wonderful husband without it since the day I presented it to him.

"This, Lizzy, was my first engagement ring. Your Papa had asked me to marry him very randomly, and didn't get a ring at first. He got this from a toy machine like the one at Shoprite. The exact Shoprite we go to actually, honey. So, he got me this until he got me a real ring." Kurt played with the silver band with five small but shiny-as-anything diamonds on them, and "You're my teenage dream" engraved inside. "But I always keep this one with me. Because it's just as beautiful." I couldn't help but smile at my husband's dreamy expression.

"Is that true, Papa?" Lizzy asked me.

"Yes, Lizzy-Bear. And I love your Daddy very much. Just like we love you."

And I did. We were together, a beautiful family.

And my husband didn't take that chain off for the rest of his life.

I would like to thank njferrell for prompting me this. I LOVED WRITING THIS! I know it wasn't a date, but I thought it would be funny if Blaine proposed outside Shoprite. It was kind of amusing.

Anyway, I just watched Chris Colfer's Sai Sword video.

Oh. My. God.

Why are all the hot talented guys gay? So unfair! Lol. If you haven't watched it yet, Youtube it. NOW. I COMMAND YOU! Lolz. Thanks! See y'all later!