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SO, this story was my own doing. So, please don't kill me.

ON WITH THE PROGRAM!

Disclaimer: The biggest insight and crime in the world is that I DON'T own Glee.

Diploma

I giggled at the boy right next to me. Blaine Anderson was a funny sleeper, a very funny sleeper.

One minute he'd be clutching my waist for dear life, and then another he'd be holding my arms. It was like he was feeling me up in his sleep, and it was hilarious. I poked his cheek gently, turning over to face him.

"Bla-ine…" I said quietly in a sing-songy voice. He groaned, his eyes slipping open, still heavy with sleep.

"What?" he asked, his eyes sliding closed.

"It's Graduation Day," I giggled excitedly. His eyes flew open at that.

"OH. MY. GOD. We're graduating from Dalton today!" he shouted. A smile broke on his face, and he pulled me into a kiss. I melted into his touch, my hands finding their way to his jawbone and chest, his arms pulling me closer to him. I broke apart quickly.

"Our last day of high school," I said excitedly.

"Hmm…want to celebrate?" he asked in a slightly-husky tone. I giggled and leant back in.

Blaine Anderson definitely was a funny sleeper. But he was also a dork in general.

~oOo~

"Wow. Graduation day," I breathed, pulling my gown over my skinny jeans, crisp white t-shirt, grey vest, and skinny black tie. The gown was a silky navy blue fabric, and there was a Dalton tie instead of a tassel on the cap. Apparently, it was a Dalton tradition, but to me, it was just a fashion faux pas.

"I know." Blaine stood behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder and wrapping his arms around my waist. He planted a kiss on my neck. "And we get to go through it together."

When he went to kiss my neck again, I turned my head and pressed my lips on his forehead.

"Stop. Not now, when I'm in this horrendous thing." I gestured to the gown I was wearing.

"Kurt." He grabbed my hands, kissing each finger, then letting his lips rest on my fourth finger, left hand. "You look so beautiful."

I stared at my finger, where his lips rest, and it clicked.

"What-"

Blaine pulled away, and leant in to whisper in my ear, "Wait here."

He began to dig through his desk drawer, my anticipation growing with each thing he pushed aside

"Ah, here we are." He stood, holding a rolled up piece of paper in his hand. "Since we're both getting diplomas today, I wanted to give you a special one."

He handed me the paper, and my eyes fell to what was holding it together.

Instead of a red ribbon, there was a platinum band with five small diamonds encrusted in it, silver swirls surrounding them. I gasped. It was so…perfect.

"Open it," Blaine said shyly. Slowly, I pulled the ring from the paper and let it fall open.

Will you marry me?

There it was, in black and white. Those four words that changed a person's life forever. And it was about to change mine.

"Blaine…are you sure? I mean, we're just out of high school!" I breathed. He grabbed my waist and pulled me in, kissing me hard on the lips. I kissed back swiftly before he pulled away slightly, our lips still just gently touching.

"I've never been so sure about anything in my life. Ever."

There was intensity in that last word, and I shivered, pulling him back in for a second before pulling away completely. In a breathless tone, I said one word.

"Yes."

"I understand that you might not be rea-wait, yes?" he asked dumbstruck. I nodded, the biggest smile ever gracing my features.

"Yes!"

"YES?"

"YES!" I screamed, throwing myself into his arms and crying slightly. We were laughing, and crying, and kissing every inch of skin we could find until our lips found each other. We stood there, taking part in the most passionate kiss of the century, no, the MILLENIUM, realizing that we'd never lose the other person. Everything was set in stone now, and I'd never felt safer.

I pulled away, handing him the ring.

"Shouldn't we do this the traditional way, since nothing about us is traditional in the slightest?" I joked. He let out a slightly breathless chuckle then happily slid the ring onto my finger.

Nothing had ever felt more at home on my body then that ring. It was just…the most amazing feeling in the world.

Glasz met hazel, and the world stopped moving.

"We're getting married," I whispered breathlessly, smiling like a kid on Christmas. Blaine nodded, kissing me on the forehead before embracing me again.

"We're getting married."

~oOo~

"CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2012!"

Cheers rang out as caps with ties adorned to them flew into the air. The crowd went nuts, cheering the name of their child as friends embraced and tears flowed. Kurt walked over to Wes and David, hugging them both tightly.

"Oh, and there's more good news!" I told them amidst the chaos.
"What is it? David asked. I sent a smile in Blaine's direction, then raised my left hand.

"WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!" we chorused together.

David and Wes looked like someone had told them the Warblers one the "Best Show Choir in the Universe" award. They pulled us into huge hugs, slightly crying.

"Oh, guys! I can't believe it! The Warblers get to perform at the wedding, right?" Wes asked.

"Of course! Past and present Warblers, since about fourth of them just graduated," I pointed out. We talked for a few more minutes before going to see our families.

"Carole! Dad! Finn!" I called out. They saw me, smiling broadly and coming to congratulate me.

"Oh, we're so proud of you, dear!" Carole exclaimed. She pulled me into the tightest hug of the day, which I was not expecting.

"Hey, Kurt, what's that on your finger?" Finn asked. I chuckled and turned towards my family to look at their expectant faces.

"Well, a certain someone asked a certain someone to marry them this morning, that's all," I said nonchalantly.

Carole squealed and hugged me tighter, taking my breath away.

"Wait, my baby brother's getting married?" Finn cried out.

"Finn, I'm four months older than you. And yes, Blaine proposed this morning!"

"Kurt, aren't you a little young for this?" Burt asked, flabbergasted. I took his hands and smiled.

"Dad, Blaine and I have never been more sure about something in our lives."

Dad nodded, smiling a huge smile before hugging me.

"Congrats, kid."

I smiled into his shoulder, until I felt someone tap me.

Glasz met hazel again when I turned around.

"BLAINE!" I jumped into his arms, feeling his lips press into my hair.

"Hey, babe." He pulled away, shaking hands with Dad, Carole, and Finn.

"Blaine Anderson, no shaking hands. You're going to be our son-in-law, give me a hug!" Carole squealed, squeezing him in a huge hug. Blaine chuckled and hugged her back.

"Blaine, I'm really happy for you guys, but no making out in front of me, OK?" Finn asked innocently.

"Don't worry, Frankenteen. Tie on the doorknob." Blaine winked then turned to Dad.

"Congrats, Blaine. But you know, if you hurt my son, I'll use one of my wrenches to beat your skull in."

"Dually noted, Burt. I wouldn't dream of hurting your son, I'd hurt myself before I ever hurt him or let anyone else hurt him. Now, if you'll excuse us, we'll see you at Breadstix in one hour."

I nodded as he pulled me away towards the opposite end of the room.

"Blaine, where are we going?" I asked. My boyfriend-no, fiancé-, smiled at me.

"There are two other people we have to tell."

He stopped into front of Mr. and Mrs. Anderson.

"Blaine!" Mrs. Anderson shouted, hugging him. There was a lot of hugging going on lately. "Oh, we're so proud of you, sweetie!"

"Thanks, mom." He squeezed her before pulling away, and then shaking his father's hand.

"Mom, Dad, we have something to tell you," Blaine said, gesturing towards me. I smiled, and hugged Mrs. Anderson.

"Oh, Kurt, congratulations on a great graduation!" she said, pulling away. "What do you need to tell us?"

"Mom, Dad…we're getting married."

Silence.

Then, the most unexpected thing ever happened.

Blaine's father stepped forward…and swept him in a hug.

"Blaine…" he said, squeezing his son. "I'm happy for you."

Blaine pulled away, eye him quizzically.

"I thought you hated that I was gay!" he protested.

"Son, I never hated that you were gay. I hated the thought that the world was going to treat you like you were subhuman for the rest of your life. That's why I did all those things, Blaine. I thought maybe if I could turn you straight, I could save you from that hurt…but you didn't need me to. Someone else did." He turned his gaze toward me, and smiled. "I'm sorry, Kurt. You must hate me."

"No, of course not sir. I must admit I did at first, but I had a sneaking suspicion of your true intentions."

"Well, then if you're going to be my son-in-law, please call me Maxwell. No more of this 'sir' crap, all right?" I chuckled and nodded.

"Oh, Blaine, you're getting married!" Mrs. Anderson squealed, examining the ring on my finger. "Oh, it's beautiful!"

"Yes," Blaine admitted. Then, he pressed a kiss to my temple, and I blushed at the obvious PDA. "Not as beautiful as my fiancé though."

And as I gazed into my soon-to-be in-laws happy faces, I realized something.

Blaine really was a dork. A sappy dork.

But he's my dork.

Well, I do believe that turned out quite nicely, don't you? (insert villainous laugh) next chapter will be slightly angsty, but hardly. Seriously. Maybe. Yeah…

Anyway! Umm…I gotta…go…yeah, so…bye

(SPRINTS OUT LIKE THERE'S AN ANGRY WES CHASING ME WITH GAVEL)