"Merry Christmas, babe."
"You're Jewish and I don't believe."
"So? That never stopped us before." Kurt sighed at Puck's response. He opened the small box, eyes quickly widening when he saw two plane tickets. He read the destination—Paris.
"We cannot afford this." Kurt adamantly said, looking at Puck in disbelief.
"Yes, actually, we can."
"How?"
"I picked up more shifts at work and called up some buddies who still owed me shit." Puck shrugged. "It's completely taken care of. We're going, and you're going to have the time of your life."
"I don't believe you."
And yet, a week later, Kurt found himself in Paris, France of all places, admiring the Eiffel Tower as he held onto Puck's arm. He was breathless, mesmerized by the architecture, too excited and shocked to shiver at the cold. It was New Years Eve and they were spending it together, just as they had the last three years since graduating from McKinley and moving to New York City.
"It's so beautiful," Kurt remarked, eyes dazed, never looking away from the scene before him.
"Just like you," Puck wrapped the arm Kurt was clinging to around his waist, kissing his forehead. They stood there, enveloped in each other's warmth for several moments before Puck pulled away once more. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a small, black box. Kurt didn't notice, too in love with the sights of Paris to look at Puck as he shifted nervously from foot to foot.
Noah grabbed onto Kurt's hands with one hand, and used the other to cup his chin and to force him to look into his own eyes. He chuckled, loving the way his boyfriend was acting and loving the trip. He knew, despite Kurt's complaints that they couldn't afford it, how much he loved it. How much he loved him. How much they loved each other.
Smiling still, Noah knelt down on one knee, keeping his eyes locked with Kurt's. "Kurt, babe, I know I can be an insufferable shit head," Kurt's broken laugh made him smile even harder, "but I would love it if you agreed to marry me."
Eyes tearing up, Kurt nodded eagerly, pulling Puck back to his feet. He grabbed both sides of Noah's face, pulling him in for a kiss that consisted of way too much teeth and tongue, but neither man cared. When they pulled away to breathe, their breaths coming out harsh in the winter air and mingling together, Kurt grabbed hold of the hand clutching the little black box, pulling the ring out and putting it on his finger. "Of course I will. I love you so much, Noah. So, so, so much."
He was rambling and he knew it, but Kurt couldn't be damned to care. His tears were running down his face and his smile was the brightest it had ever been. He choked back a sob as he looked down at his ring finger before wrapping his arms around Noah's neck and hugging him tightly.
There wasn't anywhere he'd rather be in the world besides Puck's embrace—not Lima, not New York, and not Paris.
A/N. Paris for penelope-ferris xx