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Note: Here's the age jump I promised! I last ended in late 2010. I am picking up again in 2015. Oh, and um, THANKS FOR THE 100 REVIEWS! God, I love you all, my simple things! You all get cookies! Cookies and hugs and KLAINEBOWS!

August 17, 2015

God, the last five years with Kurt have been absolutely amazing. How can I even begin to count all of the incredible moment we've shared together? Kurt was definitely much happier after his father was convicted, I can tell you that. In fact…how about I just tell you what's been going on over these five years?

Kurt did end up seeing a therapist after his father was thrown in jail. The therapist was able to talk him through all of the painful memories, and helped build his confidence back up, especially when it came to being intimate with me. It really did help him, to talk to a professional about it, and I saw such a change in him. He became much more confident with his sexuality, and it wasn't long before he was comfortable enough to go public with me. I couldn't have been happier, to be able to kiss him in the middle of the hallway, or to hold his hand while we were walking through the mall, a favorite pastime of ours. We were in love, and we were happy.

Kurt and I graduated from Dalton Academy in the early summer of 2011. He had been accepted to Julliard, in New York City, and I was only going to be blocks away, at Tisch School of the Arts. He was going to be a dance major, and I, a performing arts major. I was going to miss being able to wander into his room whenever I wanted just to say "Hello, I love you", but Kurt had been planning "fabulous NYC dates" for us. I was looking forward to getting out of town, although I was going to miss my parents, Jen, and my niece, Hannah. I could tell Kurt was excited to be leaving, too. He'd always wanted to go to New York, and now came the chance for him to not only go there, but to live and study in the great city, too. What adventures were in store for us?

Kurt and I had a fantastic four years studying, working, and playing in the Big Apple. We had a blast singing and dancing down the streets. He insisted on seeing a Broadway show at least once a month, and would frequently make me stand outside the stage door in the cold to wait and get autographs from the stars. I swear, he nearly died when he met Kristin Chenoweth. After our sophomore year, we were able to splurge and rent an apartment for our junior and senior years of college. Living with Kurt Hummel was an adventure in itself. For one, the boy frequently sleepwalked. I often found him in strange places, doing even stranger things, such as ordering things from the IKEA catalogue on the couch or reading the latest Vogue on the fire escape.

At any rate, living with Kurt for those two years were the best two years of college, indubitably. If I wasn't in love with him before, I was most certainly in love with him now. He was so open and relaxed when he was around me (although I saw him stressed to the max when it came time for term papers, when he would yell at me to go get him—yet another—latte at the Starbucks around the corner from our building). Kurt was more than just my boyfriend; he was my best friend, and he was my soulmate.

Kurt graduated summa cum laude from Julliard in the spring of 2015. That was the day I knew I wanted to marry him.

"Kurt," I said, sitting across from him at dinner after the graduation ceremony. "There is a moment when you say to yourself…'oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever'." I took a deep breath, reaching out to take his hands in mine. "I've known that…since I first met you, seventeen years ago, in a park in Lima, Ohio. And now…now, I realize it once more, although I've realized it upward of a thousand times over these wonderful years." I let go of his hands, getting down on one knee. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," I said, loving the look of utter surprise on his face, listening to his breath hitch as I took a jewelry box out from my pocket. "Will you…marry me?"

"Oh, Blaine!" he began to cry. "I…yes!" I slid the ring onto his finger, fumbling as I did so, trembling from pure joy. "Oh, Blaine," He leaned down to kiss me. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I wrapped him in my arms. "And I'm going to make you the happiest man on Earth."

"You already have," he whispered, crying softly out of shock and happiness.

We'd decided to get married on August 18th, a particularly special day, it being the eighteenth anniversary of our meeting. Here it was, the day before we were to wed, and I was a nervous wreck. Thankfully, our parents had been thrilled to hear of our engagement. Carole and my mother had immediately started to plan the wedding, which was to take place in New York, where we could legally wed. We would live there until we could buy a house in Connecticut; still close enough to live near the city without actually living there. I wanted a nice farmhouse to raise children in, and Kurt had agreed. Burt was still in jail, and he had no notion that his son was to marry another man. I sighed as I watched Kurt from across the room, wondering if he was just as nervous as we were. He'd be going to a hotel with his stepmother later, as we'd vowed to not see each other on our wedding day until we were in the chapel. Kurt had insisted on keeping the wedding traditional, with the only exception being that we were to be married by a Justice of the Peace, not a priest. I could not believe that in twenty-four hours, I would be married to the love of my life, my childhood sweetheart. The one that completed me, my other-half, and my one true love.

Like Glinda says in Wicked, "I couldn't be happier".