AN: I know it has been years since I wrote this story. And honestly I don't know if anyone even follows it anymore, or even cares. But I was looking through my old stories and felt as though there was no way I could just leave you guys waiting. And it hurt me to leave this story open ended. So it's rough, and I haven't written in quite some time. But I think you guys deserve your epilogue.
Thank you for all of the support and reviews you have given my work over the years, and with sticking with this. I hope some day to come back and write more stories like this one, that means so much to me. So thank you to all of you guys. I hope this shows my love for you all.
Kurt moved quickly through the crowds of people, holding his paper bags tightly in his arms as he weaved back and forth around strangers. He could hear the clicks of cameras and te bubbling laughter of tour groups around him. Tourists He smirked to himself. He placed his bags in the front basket of his bike and took off towards home.
He couldn't help but smile at himself as he pedaled towards the setting sun, tonight was going to be just amazing.
As Kurt walked through the front door of his home, he set the groceries down on the table before throwing down his keys and taking his shoes off, staring at streamers and balloons that he had decorated with earlier in the day. Walking towards the kitchen he laid out the different food items that he needed and got to cooking the three course meal.
Hours later he was in a rush, setting the table and lighting candles before making sure his outfit was perfect. Then the doorbell rang.
Kurt ran downstairs, pulling the door opened as he laughed.
"You know you live here silly, I don't know why you insist on ringing the bell."
The man smiled back at him, running a hand through his hair as he stepped inside, handing Kurt a bouquet of roses and kissing him softly on the cheek. Kurt smiled and led him upstairs and to the table that he had set up.
"This is amazing Kurt! You didn't have to do all of this...actually I don't even know WHY you did all of this?"
Kurt bit his lip shyly and looked back up at him. "Don't you know what today is?" he questioned, watching his boyfriend shake his head in confusion.
"It's the ten year anniversarry of the first day I transferred to Dalton."
"The first day I met you." Blaine smiled, taking his hand, running his fingers along the wedding band on his finger. "How could I ever forget."
Kurt smiled back at him, leaning forward to press his lips to Blaine's, feeling those same fireworks he always had when they touched.
"I love you Blaine Anderson." Kurt murmured.
Blaine smiled to himself as he looked out the balcony they were on and to the Eiffel Tower lit up in front of him. This was his home, he had lived here for eight years with Kurt, the love of his life. He had proposed at their high school graduation, and had married two years later after they finished college. And even after all this time, his heart still fluttered when his husband walked into the room. Blaine honestly couldn't of imagined a better life for him, or a better love. He turned back to Kurt with a small smirk on his face
"I love you too, new kid."
