Prompt: Silver
"Rachel, maybe we should just give up. This is the seventh store we've been to. Maybe it's a sign..."
Rachel glared harshly at Blaine, who was toying with the silver band of his promise ring. She marched over to him and grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. "Absolutely not, I am not letting you back out of this. You two were meant for each other, Blaine, and we'll go to every goddamn store in New York if it means finding the perfect engagement ring." She circled him and gave him a light shove toward the counters. "Now go look."
Sighing, Blaine admitted defeat and shuffled over to the glass counter. He declined with the standard, "no, just looking," when the worker asked him if he needed any help. Rachel scoffed and quickly corrected, "Yes, please. We're looking for an engagement ring."
"Anything specific, ma'am?"
The short brunette thought for a moment. "Well, something for a guy, firstly," she began. "Something... unique, but not gaudy. Not too simple. White gold."
"A specific price range?"
When Blaine made to answer, she shushed him and insisted, "Nope. You can't put a price on love."
The man nodded and went off in search for any rings matching their requests. Blaine ran a hand through his hair. "Thanks, Rach," he muttered. "You know more what I'm looking for than I do."
She waved a hand dismissively. "Anything for my gayfriends."
The clerk returned a few minutes later with a small, red velvet box. He said, "It's been in storage for a while and may be a little dusted, but we'll polish it free of charge." He opened the box.
Blaine's breath hitched.
He could see the proposal, in the centre of Central Park on an early Saturday morning. He could see Kurt, smiling, looking breathtakingly stunning wearing his custom-designed suit as Burt led him down the aisle. He could see the honeymoon with the two of them at the top of the Eiffel Tower, snacking on crepes and gazing over the city, wrapped in each other's arms. He could see the night that followed, full of love and soft kisses and gentle touches under the blankets.
He nodded.
"It's perfect."
A/N: Oh gosh, this turned out kind of serious. I'M NOT GOOD AT SERIOUS GUYS HELP.