"I totally love Coney Island!" Blaine says happily, and Kurt laughs and swings their hands between them as they walk.
"I can't believe you've never had a corn dog."
"Well I have now."
"I know, but seriously? You've gone twenty years on this planet and never had a corn dog?"
"Because they always looked... I don't know. Not good."
"Oh but they are good, Blaine," Kurt teases. "Soooo good."
Laughing, Blaine tackles Kurt around his waist until he can kiss just below his jaw. "A bit like you," he whispers quickly, then pulls back and looks around him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just...get worried."
"They're not gonna be here."
"I know that," Blaine says lightly, but he's quiet for a moment after.
"Let's take a walk on the beach," Kurt suggests. "Then we can get dinner."
"If you can keep it down after that thunderbolt ride," Blaine teases.
"Hey! That was a very vigorous roller coaster! They should warn people about stuff like that."
"You could see it going around!" Blaine says with a laugh as they walk. "You knew what it was like."
"I didn't know it was that bad, and I didn't know that you'd howl with laughter all the way around, while I clung tightly to you and prayed that we'd make it off there alive."
"I loved it."
"You shouldn't have gone on it, not with your collarbone like that."
"No sling now," Blaine points out, and he swings his arms high above his head for emphasis, but Kurt sees the flash of pain and pulls them down again.
"One day," he says sternly. "You've had it out of that sling for one day. Now behave yourself."
They settle down as they walk along the beach, gradually leaving the crowds of the funfair behind, until it is almost completely quiet except for the sound of the waves.
Kurt is ready. The engagement ring is safely stowed in his pocket, and he's got his speech prepared. There's one man walking toward them with a dog on a leash, and a woman with a small child coming from the other way. Guiding Blaine to a large log resting on the sand, they sit together while Kurt waits for them to pass.
"I love you."
"Hmm." Blaine smiles, and rests his head on Kurt's shoulder. "I love you too. I love this date. It's been amazing."
"It's not over yet. There's still dinner."
"True."
"Blaine," he says, when dog man has passed and there's only the child and her mom left to go. "I've been thinking a lot about..."
"Daddy!"
The small girl suddenly heads straight toward Blaine, her arms outstretched, dark hair flowing in the wind.
"Daddy, daddy!"
She's very young, around eighteen months or so, and her mom runs behind her, scooping her up right in front of Blaine and Kurt. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry," she pants, her cheeks rosy. "She is a nightmare! She calls every dark haired man we see daddy and it's so embarrassing."
"Daddy!"
"No he's not," the mom laughs, while Blaine and Kurt smile politely. "So sorry."
"It's fine," Blaine says, though Kurt knows it's very far from fine at all.
"Real daddy is taking our son to the bathroom," the woman feels the need to explain, and then she turns to Kurt. "Just so you know? Your friend here is not the father of my child. I've never seen him before in my life."
"Daddy, daddy, daddy!"
"Madison, no! There's no way on earth this man could ever be your daddy, now stop! I'm just gonna leave," she says, her face glowing with embarrassment. "I am really so sorry."
"No worries," Blaine says brightly, and he even manages to wave to the little girl as well.
His shoulders slump when they're gone though, and Kurt reaches out, lacing their fingers together. "Blaine..."
"It's okay." He straightens up, and tries to pretend that his eyes aren't really swimming with tears. "You were saying something about dinner?"
Kurt thinks. He can't ask him like this. They had the perfect moment, and now that lay in tatters. As gutted as he is though, Blaine needs him right now, and so he pushes all thoughts of a proposal out of his mind, and stands, offering his hand.
"Yeah. I was thinking. How about we get the subway back to Manhattan and pick up Chinese food before we head home? We could watch Moulin Rouge? We haven't seen it for at least a week."
Blaine sighs and hugs Kurt tight. "Thank you," he says quietly, and Kurt nods and takes his hand.
Blaine is quiet that evening. After they've eaten, he settles with his head on the arm of the couch, his feet curled into Kurt's lap, who rubs them gently. He doesn't sing a note during Moulin Rouge, so Kurt doesn't either, and eventually he sighs and moves to spoon behind him on the couch, where Blaine gratefully accepts his arms around his waist.
He doesn't think Kurt has seen his tears, but his hand coming up to brush them away tells him otherwise, as does the soft kiss to his cheek.
"It's stupid, isn't it?" he says, when Kurt pauses the DVD. "I mean we've already talked about this, and whatever happens, it's not like I'm never gonna have a kid call me daddy. It's just...when she said there's no way I could be her father, it kinda...hurt."
"I get that, and I'm so sad for you. I wish there was something I could do to make this better."
Blaine stares into the distance for a while, letting a few tears fall, and then turns in Kurt's arms, coming to rest so they're almost nose to nose. "There is one thing you could do."
"Yeah?"
"Make love to me? I know we're supposed to wait another week," he rushes on, before Kurt can protest, "But I really miss being with you like that. I miss the closeness it brings, connecting with you in that way. I just...miss you. The touch of your hands, the feel of your body pressed against mine, the contours of your skin. I miss seeing you smiling in that blissed out haze, I just..."
He's cut off by Kurt's lips on his. Sweet, gentle, and utterly loving, he carefully guides Blaine until he's sitting, and then he tugs him to his feet and into the bedroom.
"You have to tell me," Kurt says, as he flips a lamp on. "If it hurts, feels uncomfortable...anything. Please."
"I will," Blaine promises, though somehow Kurt thinks there's no way in hell he's going to admit defeat.
"Oh, and Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
Kurt walks toward him, pulling his sweater over his head and letting it drop to the floor. "I've missed you too."
They undress each other slowly and silently, taking time to cherish each and every moment as much as they can. When they're shirtless, Blaine pulls Kurt close and holds him tightly against his chest. "Oh god," he murmurs, burying his head into Kurt's neck, his mouth moving over his skin. "Oh god."
Both feel positively giddy, just at the feel of their bare chests together. They've denied themselves any of this, knowing that if they decided to sleep at night as they usually do, it would only be a matter of time before they broke, so they've stayed away. Even when Kurt would help Blaine in the shower or bath, he averted his eyes and kept things chaste, however much it pained them both.
"I might be..." Kurt says, breaking off with a gasp when Blaine sucks a hickey onto his neck, just where it meets his shoulder. "I might be the first guy to come in his pants from hugging his boyfriend."
"Actually you might be the second." Blaine laughs, then moves his hands to Kurt's belt. "Let's just try and get a little further, shall we?"
Blaine still moves torturously slow, as if testing both himself and Kurt, taking his time to kiss down Kurt's chest, until he kneels on the floor and looks up, his fingers poised on Kurt's zipper.
"What?"
Blaine smiles. "You're beautiful."
Kurt reaches out, running a hand through Blaine's hair, which is already wild, then he gasps as Blaine lowers his pants and underwear in one shot. He smoothes his hands over his thighs, before he buries his face into Kurt's groin, breathing him in. "So beautiful," he whispers again.
Turning, his lips find the base of Kurt's erection and kiss there. There is a gasp from above, and then strong hands sliding into his hair, digging into his scalp. Blaine carries on, kissing up the length of his cock, which is already aching for release, until he reaches the head, where he lets his tongue taste, dipping into his slit and moaning happily.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ," Kurt cries loudly. Blaine engulfs him, unable to get enough, to taste enough, to feel enough. He takes Kurt deeper and deeper, his hands coming up to grip his ass cheeks tightly, kneading them, spreading Kurt wide so his fingers can tease over his entrance.
"Stop it, Blaine, I'll come!" Kurt groans, and he nearly feels like crying with desperation when Blaine pulls off and looks up.
"Sorry. I just..." He catches his breath, swallows, and tries again. "You taste so good."
"And it feels so good," Kurt says with a smile, as Blaine gets to his feet. "But..."
"I know."
Blaine reaches for the buttons of his fly, but Kurt's hand stops him. "Let me."
He doesn't know why he trembles in Kurt's arms once he's naked, all Blaine knows is he feels entirely vulnerable, and yet at the same time totally safe, because he knows Kurt has him, will take care of him, and will never let him go.
"You okay?"
Blaine nods, not trusting his voice, but Kurt seems to understand him anyway. "Here," he says, pulling back the covers. "Let's get under for a moment and just hold each other."
It's better under the covers, in Kurt's arms and with his leg draped heavy over his thigh, and Blaine finds his voice once more. "I don't know why I'm nervous," he says quietly.
"I am too," Kurt admits, reaching out to gently hold his face in his hands. "And no, I don't know why. Just let me make you feel good. I want to help you relax."
Blaine wonders if one day he will tire of the feeling of Kurt's lips on his, but he doesn't think that will ever happen. The way they seem to move so perfectly together, as Kurt's hands smooth over his body, just makes him feel alive. As if nothing else matters except being together in this way. Kurt knows him better than anyone, and is the only person to ever know him like this, to share this open, raw intimacy with him, and Blaine soon relaxes under his touch, drawing his knees up for Kurt to smooth one slick finger over his entrance, before slipping inside.
"That feels so good," Blaine whispers as he exhales.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." He smiles, pulling Kurt into a long kiss. "I'm more than okay."
Kurt moves down, kissing just above Blaine's hip, and he laughs when he squirms beneath him. "All good," he teases, then runs his tongue around the head of his cock, just as he slides another finger inside.
He doesn't take Blaine too deep; still anxious that he might harm him in some way, but Blaine seems more than satisfied, his breath coming harsh and ragged, as Kurt stretches him wide open, and seeks for the one spot that he knows will blow his mind.
"Fuck!"
Kurt knows he's there when Blaine rises off the bed and shouts loudly in pleasure. Kurt keeps up his rhythm, until he can feel Blaine's knees start to shake where they're resting against his shoulders, and then he pulls back, spooning behind him.
"This way?" Blaine asks, and Kurt gives a quick kiss to his shoulder before reaching for the lube.
"I don't want to hurt you by pressing on top of you," Kurt explains. "Besides, I can hold you better like this."
Blaine doesn't argue, in fact, he's more than happy when Kurt wraps an arm around his middle before pushing inside. He comes to rest, pushed tightly against Blaine's back, and they both take a moment to just appreciate being together.
"Love you," Kurt murmurs, and Blaine brings his hand to his lips, kissing his palm.
"I love you too."
"This is perfect," Kurt says, as he begins to move.
And it is.
It's all soft sighs and gentle moans, and little whimpers that get swallowed when Blaine manages to turn and kiss Kurt on the mouth.
"Oh Jesus," Kurt pants. "Blaine just...be mine, please, be mine."
"I am," Blaine reassures, as Kurt pushes deeper and faster. "I am yours, always."
In the end, Kurt bites into Blaine's shoulder to shut himself up, because proposing marriage when on the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm that's been building for six weeks, well, that's never going to be a good idea.
"There!" Blaine cries loudly. "Ah shit, yes, Kurt, right there. Take me, come on, touch me, please."
Kurt obliges. He knows it will all be over very quickly, but he also knows neither one of them can hold on, and sure enough, Blaine comes after just three strokes of his hand, with a loud cry of pleasure.
Kurt manages two more thrusts, until he drives as deep as he can and his orgasm hits. He feels as if he's exploding from the inside out, and Blaine is still coming around him, spurting onto his hand and down onto the sheets with gasp after gasp, until he shudders and then is still.
"Fuck," Kurt mutters, letting his head drop forward into the crook of Blaine's neck. "I knew I loved you for a reason." Blaine gives a sleepy laugh, wincing when Kurt pulls out. "You okay?" he asks with concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, I just wanted you to stay in there forever, that's all."
"That'd be nice," Kurt agrees, and he leans over Blaine to wipe up his mess. "But awkward when we needed groceries or whatever."
"True."
Blaine rolls onto his back, holding out an arm for Kurt to cuddle in, which he does. "Love you, tiger."
"I love you too. Making love with you is pretty awesome, you know that?"
"Hmm."
"You going to sleep on me there?"
"No," Blaine says, his voice heavy. "Just enjoying this."
"Good. Because I want to say something."
"Go ahead."
"Okay, so our date today was kinda set up for a reason," Kurt says. He looks at Blaine's chest as he talks, playing with the hair there rather than looking at him directly. "I've been thinking a lot recently, about us, our relationship. The fact is, you make me incredibly happy. I didn't think I could do this, you know? Us. I didn't think I could make it a thing, but you make it easy to be with you, because you're just such an amazing person. I think we're good together, you and I, don't you?"
"Totally."
"And I see how much you love me. I mean, I don't doubt it now. I did in the beginning, maybe, like I couldn't work out why you would want to be with me, but now I just...know. I know that you do, and I know that I do. So since New Years, I've been planning for us to have some kind of amazing day together, only things keep happening, and then today I thought it had all gone wrong, only it hadn't, and now it's perfect, and I um...well..."
Kurt pauses for breath and looks up. "Blaine? Are you asleep?"
There is no answer. Blaine is out like a light, his face peaceful and rested, and Kurt can't help but laugh and kiss his cheek. "Yeah," he mutters, turning over and flipping out the light, before curling back into Blaine's arms. "I totally hate you, love of my life."
For a while, Kurt pushes all thoughts of a proposal to the back of his mind, and resolves to try again at the end of summer. He knows Blaine is making plans to go back to Ohio for a couple of weeks to work with his dad, and then they all have another road trip in Bessie planned. Blaine will also get the results of his fertility test, plus he has finals, so Kurt figures he'll plan another epic date in August or September. Oddly enough, although he's desperate to propose, he doesn't feel an overwhelming urge to get engaged. He knows Blaine isn't going anywhere, and he knows they are both comfortable and secure in their relationship. He also knows that their marriage won't be imminent, so he's happy to wait and plan the most perfect moment to ask him, because the thing he's most excited for, is seeing Blaine's face when he says those words. Despite Kurt being a lot more open with his affections, he still thinks Blaine won't ever expect him to propose.
A funny thing happens to Blaine during his finals. Well, maybe not so funny, given that it's Blaine and not Kurt, but he goes exceptionally quiet. He's always quiet in comparison to Kurt, but the stress and aggravation of second year finals that Kurt was expecting, just doesn't come, and instead he gets met with a wall of silence.
"Did it go okay?" Kurt asks anxiously, after his first exam, as Blaine flops on the couch and picks up the remote.
"Yeah."
"Good. Did you answer everything?"
Blaine frowns. "Of course."
"Was it tough? Or easy? Did you finish in the time limit? I always used to still be scribbling like mad when the time was up."
"It was fine."
"What do you have tomorrow?"
"More."
"Yeah, but... are you mad at me?"
"No, of course not." Blaine holds his arms open, and Kurt goes to him, settling on top of him and gladly accepting the kisses that Blaine drops over his face. "I could never be mad at you."
"Blaine Anderson that is a complete lie," Kurt laughs, and Blaine laughs with him, but then resumes his tv watching again.
He's not rude, he's not snappy, he's not anything at all, he's just very distant, and in the end, Kurt calls his dad about it.
"I'm worried about him!"
"Of course you are, that and you wanted a chance to complain," Burt laughs. "Listen kid,"
"I'm thirty one."
"Listen kid, Blaine isn't like you. He doesn't yell and scream and shout about anything really, does he? You two? You're well suited, but you're miles apart on this kind of stuff. If he's gone quiet, it's only because he's focused on his studying. You know how much he beat himself up over that ninety eight last year. He'll be wanting to improve on that. I don't think he's deliberately shutting you out, more like he just can't see you right now, because his head is full of mechanics and physics."
"He's in some kind of dream," Kurt agrees. "I wish he'd just come home and say it went well, or badly, or something, but he doesn't."
"He's in the zone."
"Two weeks of the zone? Dad, I can't."
"Kurt, you can, and you will."
"I'm gonna make him talk to me."
"You are not! Just leave him be. If he's not being problematic, and you two aren't fighting, then why ruffle his feathers? Think of fashion week, Kurt, or weeks, seeing as they have about ten a year. Poor Blaine lives in fear for his life, and yet he never tried to get you to change."
Kurt can't help but laugh, and Burt grins at home in his den. "Now that's nice to hear. If I'd said that two years ago you'd have lynched me."
"Yeah well, if you were here I'd give you a slap."
"I miss you, buddy, and Blaine. It's been too long."
"I know," Kurt sighs. "Just let us get finals done. We'll come home then."
"That'll be good. Tell Blaine I love him."
"And me?"
"I always love you, my baby boy."
"Oh god," Kurt moans. "Shut up, please."
"Go." Burt laughs, as Kurt huffs. "Annoy the child prodigy."
"He is not a child!"
"He is to me. You both are, and always will be."
"Finished!"
Kurt jumps about a foot when the apartment door slams back on its hinges, and Blaine stands there, a huge grin on his face.
"I'm done! All my finals are out of the way! Well, until the next round."
Laughing, Kurt goes to him, hugging him hard. "I am so proud of you."
"Here." Blaine picks up a huge bouquet of flowers, holding them out proudly. "For you."
Kurt takes them, kissing his cheek before sniffing the blooms. "What for?"
"For putting up with me. I know I haven't been easy to live with."
"Blaine, you've been fine. Quiet, but fine."
"Well." He gives a small shrug, embarrassed. "I've been kinda shutting you out. I didn't mean to, I just...studying. It gets in the way."
"I know, and really it's okay," Kurt reassures. He sets the flowers on the counter and turns, taking him in his arms properly. "I still love you, and I knew you'd come back to me."
"I love you too. Ugh, I feel so relieved."
"I'll bet. Why don't you grab us both a beer while I start dinner?"
"You know what? Let's go out," Blaine suggests. "There's a new diner opened a couple of blocks over. I feel like stuffing my face with a burger and fries."
"Oh Blaine," Kurt whines. "You know I don't eat that stuff."
"Mmmhmm," Blaine agrees, knowing full well Kurt will eat far more than he will. "I'm sure they have salad."
"Well, I'll go for you then," he says, a small smile playing on his face. "But can we go now? I'm starving."
"Sure."
"A couple of blocks, you said," Kurt complains, as he stomps along. "A couple. This is fifteen, Blaine. Fifteen blocks."
"We're here now," Blaine says calmly.
"Fifteen blocks."
"Be quiet and get inside," Blaine says, rolling his eyes.
They find a booth, and Blaine takes his time to browse the menu, while Kurt is quick to order a bacon double cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate milkshake.
"They have salad," Blaine teases, once he's ordered and the waitress has gone.
"Do they?" Kurt asks airily. "I didn't see that."
"I can change your order to a caesar salad if you'd rather?"
"Hmm, probably best not to make a fuss," Kurt says, then breaks out into a huge grin and reaches across for Blaine's hand. "Fifteen fucking blocks."
"Shut up." Blaine laughs, playing with his fingers. "So I called dad when I got out of the exam."
"And?"
"My mom wants to come on our road trip."
"Well, I kinda figured she would. Are you not happy?"
"Not really. I don't want her there."
"Blaine."
"It's family time."
"She is your family," Kurt points out. "Our family. She's part of it."
"You know, I still haven't talked with her about all that happened. Not properly, anyway. I mean, has she heard from Spencer? Is she filing for divorce? She doesn't tell me anything, just asks me stuff."
"Probably because she doesn't want you worrying about her."
Blaine makes a face. "Even so, you'd think she would want me to know more about it, or something, but she hasn't said a word."
"She has dad, don't forget," Kurt reminds him. "She probably talks to him about stuff."
"That's the other thing. Is she gonna continue living with him? Because if I'm going back for two weeks, well, it'll be weird."
"I don't know, you'd have to ask one of them." Kurt shrugs, smiling at the waitress when she brings their shakes. "She has a job now, I'm guessing she will be saving to get an apartment somewhere. Her and dad seem to have a kind of sibling relationship, which is nice, but there's not many adults who want to live together in that way. She's young, she might still meet..."
"Do not even go there."
"No, okay," Kurt says, surprised by the sudden flash of anger in Blaine's eyes. "Well anyway, let her come on the trip. It'll be fun."
"She's not driving."
"Of course not."
"And if I get stressed out over it all, then it'll be up to you to make me feel better."
"I'm good at that."
Blaine grins, flushing pink with pleasure. "I know you are."
Their meal is easier after that, and Kurt eats not only all of his own food, but a good portion of Blaine's too, plus the majority of the apple pie they order to share.
"I'm stuffed," he groans, when they step out of the diner. It is dusk, the warmth of early summer still lingering, even though it's nearly nine. Blaine takes his hand in his and kisses the back of it.
"Let's walk."
"Fifteen blocks, Blaine," Kurt reminds him. "We'll get a cab."
"Come on," Blaine coaxes him. "It's a beautiful evening."
Kurt looks up at the sky and frowns. "It looks like it's going to rain."
"It does not." Blaine laughs, and tugs on his hand to start walking. "Now quit complaining and get moving."
They are about halfway home when Kurt is proved right, and with a massive roll of thunder, the skies open. The rain doesn't so much fall, as pour down in a heavy deluge, soaking them through to the skin in seconds.
"Oh my God!" Kurt screams, not quite believing what is happening. "Just...oh my God!"
"Holy fuck that's a lot of rain," Blaine says in awe. It seems to bounce off the sidewalk in huge, giant droplets, and he can feel them trickling down his neck and beneath the collar of his shirt.
"Don't curse," Kurt reprimands. "Just run."
"There's no point in running," Blaine says with a laugh. "We're wet enough already." But at the first flash of lightning he pulls Kurt into a jog and they run through the streets of Manhattan, now near deserted, laughing loudly until they arrive breathless on the corner of their block.
"You know," Kurt pants, unable to keep the breathless laughter from his voice. "Our first kiss was in rain like this."
"It was." Blaine smiles.
"It was incredible."
"I assume you're referring to the kiss in my driveway, rather than the one in the garage? Cause that was more of an angry attempt to bruise my lips."
Kurt ducks his head with a shy smile, as the rain pours down his face. "Yeah, I'd rather forget about that one."
"Me too." Blaine stops, lifting Kurt's chin gently. "You looked just like this," he murmurs, so softly that Kurt has to strain to hear him over the rain. "Your hair was all flat, rain dripping off your nose, but your eyes were shining, and you looked so beautiful, Kurt. So beautiful."
"I remember the feel of your hair running through my fingers," Kurt says, as his hands move to rake through his soaking wet curls. "It's been one of my favorite sensations ever since. And I was trying to apologize to you, but I just..."
It's as if time has moved backwards, as Kurt finds himself unable to speak. He claims Blaine's mouth in a passionate kiss, and Blaine's hands move up just as they did four years ago, to fist at his shirt and pull him close.
Kurt presses closer, not even noticing the rain anymore, as he runs his tongue along Blaine's lips and moans softly in his throat. Blaine's hands move to his back, quickly untucking his shirt and finding their way to his skin.
Kurt feels as if he could kiss Blaine forever, and even when it breaks, he goes back in for more, over and over, until gradually it slows to gentle kisses dropped on slightly parted lips, and then their foreheads rest together.
"Wow," Blaine whispers, and then a massive grin appears on his face. "Just wow. We should uh...we should get inside."
Kurt takes his hand and nods, and together they start walking again, their building only a few doors away.
"I'm gonna marry you one day," he tells Blaine, nudging their shoulders together.
"Says who?"
"Says me," Kurt grins.
"And what if I say no?"
"You won't say no."
"I might," Blaine says with a shrug. "Anyway, what if I ask you first?"
"You won't do that either."
"Oh yeah?" Blaine teases. "And how do you know that?"
"Because I'm asking you now."
"What?" Blaine laughs, then stops suddenly. "Huh? Seriously, what?"
He suddenly becomes aware that they have stopped right outside their building, the rain still hammering down around them. Kurt takes both his hands in his, looks him right in the eye, and then gets down on one knee.
"Blaine...I have been wanting to ask you for so long. I've been waiting and waiting for the most perfect moment, only now I realize that pretty much every moment I'm with you is completely perfect. I know I'm rambling, but I need you to know; you're it for me. You have given me so much, taught me so much, and sometimes I have to just stop and take stock of it all, because I can't believe that I've found such happiness with such an amazing man as you. You are truly wonderful, inside and out. The way you love me, the way you love dad...you say you're so thankful for us, but trust me Blaine, you make it so damn easy for us to love you.
I am honored to be your boyfriend, and I don't care if that sounds cheesy or silly, because I am. I am so ridiculously proud to be with you, to look at you and know that I can make you smile, that we share moments that no one else will ever have, and to know that you have chosen to love me with all your heart."
Kurt pauses, his tears mixing with the raindrops on his face, as he looks up to see Blaine crying too.
"I'll never know what I've done to deserve you," he carries on. "I only know that I never want this to end, and I'd be honored if you'd let me spend the rest of my life making you happy. So, Blaine Anderson, my best friend, my one true love, will you marry me?"
Blaine blinks like a startled rabbit, before he kneels opposite Kurt and takes his face in his hands. "Yes," he says simply, and then seals their engagement with a kiss.