Surprise! – Blaine DeBeers
You had known Blaine for a long time.
You met him while making regular deliveries to Liv and Ravi at the morgue. You worked at a nearby sandwich shop, and after taking a basket of free samples to the police station and morgue to drum up business, Liv and Ravi became regular customers. Once in a while, you would see Blaine there, and he eventually introduced himself. Liv tried to keep a distance between you, but you insisted that you could handle yourself, and you couldn't understand her caution.
You found him handsome and charming, and he smelled really good. His platinum hair made his ocean blue eyes pop out against his pale skin. He was funny and sweet and soft spoken, a beautiful change from the loud, flamboyant guys you had tried to date before.
You soon began dating, thanks to Blaine's persistence. You were unsure at first, knowing that Liv wouldn't be cautious without good reason. But you eventually gave in and agreed to have lunch with the blond.
He took you to a small local diner where you ordered your favorite dish and he ordered soup that he loaded with hot sauce. You had teased his taste for spice but found it endearing, wondering how someone could handle that much sauce. The conversation never lagged, one of you always ready with a funny recollection or charming anecdote. You fell for him immediately and were happily surprised when he asked for a second date.
That was almost three years ago.
You and Blaine were stronger than ever, and your third anniversary was right around the corner. Blaine claimed to be planning a big celebration, but he wouldn't give you a scrap of a hint as to what it entailed. When you first started, his secrecy worried you, especially after all of Liv's and Ravi's warnings. But now, you were amused by it, knowing that it always ended well. The more secretive he was and the less he would tell you, the sweeter the surprise would be. For your last birthday, he spoiled you the entire day, but refused to give any hints as to what your big present was. At the end of the day, he had bought you a puppy.
You returned home from a long day of sandwich deliveries to find your shared apartment soft and quiet. This either meant that Blaine was in your room or not home. He liked relaxing in bed with a book when he had the time, so you left your shoes, purse, and keys by the front door before padding softly through the living room to the hall.
"Blaine?" you called as you neared the bedroom. The door was cracked, so you pushed it open, furrowing your brow when you found an empty room. "Blaine?"
It was dark – not just dim from the light being off, but the windows had also been covered so that the room was truly dark. You wondered what the intention of the darkness was, and where your boyfriend was hiding.
"You're home early," a soft, masculine voice came from behind you. You spun on your heel to face your platinum blond boyfriend who had his hands behind his back.
"No traffic," you replied simply. "What's going on? Why is it so dark?"
He sighed softly. "I wanted to have this all done by the time you got home," he said, brushing past you and making sure you didn't see what he held. He headed into the dark room and fidgeted with something, and you wondered how he could see it so well. You wondered if it had something to do with being a zombie – did they get night vision?
You knew all about zombies and the traits they possessed, and how well some people hid them. Blaine was completely honest with you, and after a few moments of letting it sink in that zombies were real and living amongst humans, you accepted him just the way he was.
"Blaine, what are you doing?"
Instead of answering, he took your hand and led you inside, closing the door behind you. He led you to the bed where he had made the blankets to your preference, offering immediate comfort and warmth. He picked up the remote and turned on the flat screen, and you had to shield your eyes from the sudden burst of light.
Instead of the usual TV channels greeting you, the screen replicated Blaine's laptop, indicating that the HDMI cable was connected. Said laptop was on the bedside table where Blaine could fiddle with it, clicking on a video file titled, "Anniversary."
You furrowed your brow as you turned to look at him, but he simply smiled as the file opened and he enlarged it to fill the screen. He settled back against the pillows with his arm around you, letting you snuggle into his side.
The video began with a title screen that read, "Blaine and (y/n)" with the date of your anniversary beneath it. You chewed your lip with inquiry as a slideshow of photos began. Photos of you that Blaine took while you weren't paying attention – standing at the stove while you made dinner, dancing around the living room as you cleaned, playing with your puppy and attempting to put a collar on it. They alternated with photos that you took of Blaine while he lathered his meal in hot sauce or made you tea when you were sick.
There was a video clip of you and Blaine in the car as he drove you to a lake house for your first anniversary. He was laughing at your enthusiasm as you sang along with the radio, leaning your head out the window.
That faded to photos of the two of you together. Some were taken by one of you utilizing the front-facing camera on your phone; some were taken by friends at a party. One had Blaine's arms around you as you held your new puppy. Another caught the two of you kissing at midnight at Liv's New Year's party.
Your heart warmed at all of the memories that Blaine had captured on film and saved to his laptop. He kissed your head as you squeezed his hand, sighing softly.
The last leg of the video was a recording of Blaine speaking to the camera. You quirked a brow as you looked at him, wondering why he would record himself when he was going to watch the video with you.
"Hey, beautiful," video Blaine said. "It's probably weird to watch me on screen when I'm right next to you. There's a reason for it. While I may be charming and suave at first, I don't know how to express heartfelt emotions very well."
That you knew. It had been hard for him to say "I love you" the first time because he didn't know how to handle strong, happy emotions. You never minded; you knew what he felt for you.
"I love you more than anything in the world. I never thought I'd love someone this much. I thought I was a worthless drug dealer who didn't deserve to live, but you changed me. You made me a better man. You make me want to be a better man; the man that you deserve. I am absolutely in love with you and I never want to be without you. You are the better half of me; you complete me."
The video faded to black, and Blaine shifted beside you. You turned to find him facing you completely with a small box in his hand.
"(y/n) (l/n)," he breathed nervously. "Will you marry me?"
He opened the box to reveal a silver band housing both of your birthstones. He took it out to show you that the underside was engraved, reading, "With all my love."
"Blaine," you gasped, offering your left hand. "Yes."
His lips slowly split into a grin as he slid the ring onto your third finger. He then wrapped his arms around you, kissing you lovingly. You sighed softly into his mouth, throwing your arms around his neck. You knocked him backwards against the pillows, earning a chuckle from his throat.
"I love you," you murmured.
"I love you too," he smiled.
