Tortorm, you are SO on a roll. I fell in LOVE with this prompt and was totally happy to use it!
Enjoy!
P.S. I'm planning to do Shimmeh's prompt next: I loved that one just as much, but since I just wrote two of tortorm's, I thought it'd be cool to have the Tortorm Trio.
Oh God, that name is forever associated with this story now.
"Kurt, babe, I'm home!" Blaine called into their fabulously-decorated apartment. Kurt bounded in from the kitchen, a wide smile on his beautiful face.
"Hey!" he said excitedly, flinging his arms around Blaine's neck. Blaine squeezed him back, noticing Kurt was very clingy (not that he was complaining).
"Ooh, someone's cuddly tonight," Blaine teased lightly. Kurt pulled back slightly so that he and Blaine were face-to-face. He leaned forward, pressing a delicate kiss to his boyfriend's (of almost five years…just one more damn day!) lips. Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt closer by the waist and deepening the kiss.
"Mm," Blaine murmured against Kurt's lips. "You are a wonderful kisser."
"So I've been told," Kurt teased, kissing him one more time before dragging him to the couch, positioning them so that he was on Blaine lap sideways with his legs resting on one side of the couch and his arms around Blaine's neck.
"How was work?" Blaine asked, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist.
"Oh, it was great," Kurt said, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as a result of Blaine's loving gaze. The looks Blaine gave him still managed to send shivers up his spine after all those years. "How about you?"
"I have great news," Blaine said excitedly. "I got a raise!" Kurt gasped, his eyes lighting up.
"Baby, that's amazing!" Kurt said, leaning in to give Blaine a passionate kiss. "I'm so proud of you!" Blaine smiled, nuzzling his face into Kurt's neck with a content sigh. "I knew that that principal wasn't stupider than Figgins. You are the greatest English teacher that place has ever seen!"
"Oh, stop making me blush, you," Blaine mock-scolded, sending Kurt a playful smile. "However, the real reason I'm happy about it as that I finally saved up enough to take you on a super-romantic date at that new Chinese restaurant down the block. The place is really expensive, but you're worth it." Kurt frowned, staring down at his lap.
"Blaine, I can't let you use your raise on me," he murmured. Blaine placed two fingers underneath Kurt's chin, lifting his face so he could place another kiss on his lips.
So he had a gorgeous boyfriend who he was in love with and could never stop kissing? Sue him.
"Kurt, tomorrow is our anniversary. Will you please just let me take you somewhere nice and spoil you rotten because I wuv you?" Blaine begged, putting on his famous puppy-dog face. Kurt pretended to think for a minute before smiling and kissing Blaine again.
"Alright, fine. I can't resist that pout of yours," Kurt said. "But seriously, no baby voice please. Not attractive." He suddenly launched himself off of Blaine's lap, hurrying towards the bedroom door. He turned back around, surprising Blaine with the lust in his eyes. "But, I know for a fact that you find me VERY attractive." He crooked one finger in a "come-hither" motion that had Blaine quickly following him in the bedroom. He smiled to himself at Kurt's cluelessness.
The dinner wasn't the only thing Blaine was using his raise for.
~oOo~
The next night, Kurt was finishing up his hair in the mirror, changing up the style from his perfect coif to tousled locks that looked messy on purpose. He knew that was how Blaine loved it. Kurt had no doubt that his hair, paired with his white skinny jeans, tight deep-purple V-neck sweater, and purple converse, would have his boyfriend practically falling at his feet. He smiled in satisfaction in the mirror when his hair was just right.
"Are you ready, babe?" Blaine called from the living room.
"Yup, be right out!" Kurt called out. He just had to put the finishing touch on his outfit; a circular, silver locket Blaine had gotten him for their first anniversary. Inside was a picture of him and Blaine, Blaine embracing him from behind while his chin rested on Kurt's shoulder. Smiles lit up both of their faces, Kurt's angled towards Blaine's and vice-versa. The look in their eyes could only be described as the epitome of love. Kurt loved that picture with all of his heart-it gave him butterflies whenever he looked at it. Finally, after one more reflection-check, he was ready for his and Blaine's five-year anniversary date.
"Kurt," Blaine breathed when his boyfriend had entered the living room. His eyes were wide, his breaths quick and shallow. "You look…amazing."
"You don't look too bad either, handsome," Kurt said flirtatiously, sidling forward to wrap his arms around Blaine's neck and kiss him passionately. It was true-Blaine looked hot. The combination of a tight black t-shirt, red skinny jeans, and a red cardigan (thankfully there was not bowtie) was doing wonders for Kurt's self-control (or lack thereof at this point).
"Kurt," Blaine half-moaned against Kurt's lips as they insistently pushed his open. "If we keep going, we'll never make it to the restaurant." Kurt sighed-he really was looking forward to their dinner.
"Alright," he said in defeat. His disappointed grimace turned into a sly smile, and he drew one finger down Blaine's chest. "But I'm not through with you yet, Mr. Anderson."
Blaine swallowed thickly, trying to keep his willpower intact.
"Alright, let's go," Blaine said, holding his arm out in a gentlemanly manner. Kurt smiled and took it, letting Blaine lead the way.
~oOo~
"Blaine, this is amazing," Kurt said breathlessly as they entered the restaurant. It was decorated beautifully with paper lanterns that gave off a romantic glow.
"I know," Blaine said. "That's why I chose it. Plus, I know you love Chinese food." Kurt cooed, stroking Blaine's cheek before following the hostess to their table. Kurt gasped when he saw where they were sitting.
Blaine had booked a secluded corner of the restaurant with a small table surrounded by multicolored lanterns hanging from the ceiling. There was also a single candle lying on the table next to a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.
"Blaine," Kurt said breathlessly. "You did all of this?"
"Well, technically the wait staff did. I just paid them to do it," Blaine joked. His eyes turned serious. "Do you like it?"
"Like it?" Kurt demanded. "I love it, Blaine! Thank you, baby, so much." Kurt embraced Blaine tightly before sitting down, letting Blaine pour champagne into his glass.
"A toast," Blaine said, lifting his glass. Kurt followed suit, a tender smile on his face. "To five amazing years together."
"And to a million more," Kurt added, clinking their glasses together. "To us." Blaine's heart swelled, his smile widening.
"To us."
The dinner went on as planned; a lighthearted conversation that neither really paid attention too because the other's eyes were far too important, a delicious dinner of General Tso's Chicken, rice, and the best spring rolls in New York City, and hand-holding. Lots of hand-holding.
Once dinner was over (and the two had fed each other dessert…what, it was romantic?), Blaine led Kurt outside, covering his beautiful boyfriend's eyes with his hands.
"Blaaaaaine, where are we going?" Kurt whined playfully. Blaine chuckled and continued to lead Kurt forward.
"Kurt Hummel, your chariot awaits you." With that, Blaine uncovered Kurt's eyes. Kurt's hand flew to his mouth, his eyes brimming with tears.
A white horse-drawn carriage was parked on the curb, the seats made of red velvet and the carriage-driver tipped his hat politely at the two with a smile.
"Oh my God, Blaine," Kurt breathed. "I…I feel bad, I didn't do as much for you!"
"Kurt, do you remember our fourth anniversary?" Blaine smiled teasingly at a now sheepish looking Kurt. He took both of Kurt's hands, rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles. "You wouldn't let me lift a finger, and it was the best day of my life. Now, it's time for me to make this the best day of your life."
Kurt smiled tearfully at Blaine, leaning to press a tender kiss to the man's lips before stepping up into the carriage, Blaine following right behind him. Blaine nodded at the carriage-driver, who clucked at the horses. They started trotting down the street, pulling them along.
"Where are we going?" Kurt asked. Blaine smiled, lacing his fingers with Kurt's.
"We are going on a romantic carriage ride through Central Park," Blaine said proudly.
"Aww," Kurt cooed, kissing Blaine's cheek. "You're so proud that you didn't fail at romance."
"Indeed I am, baby," Blaine agreed. "Indeed I am."
Kurt sighed, shuffling closer to Blaine as they entered Central Park, laying his head on Blaine's shoulder.
"I love you so much," Blaine murmured, pressing a kiss to Kurt's forehead. Kurt smiled, leaning in closer.
"I love you, too," Kurt said. "There's no place I would rather be right now."
Blaine smiled, nudging Kurt's head with his shoulder so he'd sit up.
"I have your gift," Blaine said.
"Oh, um, I left yours at home," Kurt said in embarrassment. Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt on the cheek.
"It's OK, Kurt, just give it to me when we get back. But…I really want to give yours to you now," Blaine murmured, not wanting to break the moment. Kurt smiled, turning towards Blaine and looking at him expectantly. Blaine reached into his pocket and pulled out…a fortune cookie?
"Oh," Kurt said, not trying to sound disappointed. "A fortune cookie. Uh…they taste good, I guess."
"You're supposed to break it open," Blaine pointed out.
"Oh," Kurt said with a smile. He took the cookie out of Blaine's hand and broke it open. Inside was a tiny slip of paper. Kurt sucked in a breath sharply at the words.
Will you marry me?
Kurt looked up at Blaine, only to find him on one knee, a small, black box in hand.
"Kurt Hummel," Blaine began, taking Kurt's hand. "I…I'm just so in love with you. I have been since the day we met on that staircase. I would crawl to the ends of the Earth if you told me to, Kurt. I would jump in front of a bullet if it mean you were safe. I just…I never knew it was possible to love someone so much. I…I want to be with you f-forever. All I need-" Blaine flipped open the box, revealing a beautiful silver ring with three diamonds and a heart engraved adjacent to them-"Is you and a yes. Kurt Hummel, will you marry me?"
Kurt was speechless for a second. It was just too much. Too much love for just one person, too much perfection for just him.
"Blaine," he choked out, his voice thick with tears. "That was the single most amazing thing you've ever said to me…oh my God, Blaine, yes. Yes, I will marry you!"
Blaine smiled wider than he ever had, throwing himself into Kurt's arms and burying his face in Kurt's shoulder.
"You said yes," he murmured excitedly. "You said yes."
"Of course I did, Blaine! How could I possibly say no to you?" he asked tenderly, kissing his fiancé. "You were right, babe."
"About what?" Kurt took Blaine's hands, moving so he was sitting next to him with their hands in between them.
"This was the best night of my life."
I don't know how I feel about this. How do you guys feel?
Anyway, HAPPY KLAINE WEEK! I'm not writing fanfictions for this week because I'm trying to focus on All Over Again, so I'm sorry! But, I'm DEFINITELY celebrating!
Review?