"Good morning my beautiful boyfriend," Blaine beams as he kisses all over Kurt's chest.
"Oh my God what time is it?" Kurt asks, rubbing at his eyes and pushing Blaine away with a hint of irritation as he sits.
"Six. But I have coffee."
"So this is what you meant by early."
"It is. And I want to leave in about half an hour."
"Blaine really...is this necessary?" Kurt moans as he pads to the bathroom.
"Yes!" he calls back and falls back onto the bed with a grin. He waits until he hears the shower start to run before he sprints to the closet, grabs their suitcases and suit carriers and runs downstairs, skidding back through the door just in time.
"Where have you been?" Kurt asks on his way to the kitchen, towel slung low around his hips.
"Nowhere. I thought I heard a noise in the hall."
"Uh-huh. And did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Hear a noise, doofus." Kurt says with a smile as he returns holding his second cup of coffee.
"Oh. No. Now go put some clothes on before I bend you over."
"Come and get it, lover," Kurt calls over his shoulder as he saunters back to the bedroom, dropping his towel on the way.
"I can't...we need to go," Blaine groans, and even as he's speaking he can feel a tightening in his pants resulting from the quick glance at Kurt's butt.
"Just a quickie..." comes the reply.
They eventually leave the apartment just before seven, but Blaine is too excited to be annoyed at the disruption to his schedule, and the frantic sex that had Kurt giggling into the bed like a schoolgirl seems to have lifted his mood too. He links his arm through Blaine's as they ride the elevator, dropping a kiss into his hair. "Do I get to know where we're going yet?"
"No."
"Tease."
"Okay," Blaine says once they're outside, "I'm still not telling you where we're going, but I have a gift for you." He tugs him into the underground parking lot and stops. "Watch," he whispers with a brief kiss to Kurt's partially opened lips. Key hidden firmly in his pocket, Blaine presses, watching Kurt's face as the Aston Martin lights up and unlocks itself.
"Blaineeeee!" Kurt screams, running towards the car. "It's our James Bond car! You got the car! You got the car! You got..."
"The car, I know!" Blaine cries happily, picking Kurt up and twirling him around with ease. "As much a gift for me as you I guess, but she's yours for the first outing," he says, dropping the key into Kurt's coat pocket.
"But why? Why have you bought it now?"
"Well...I kind of decided on it at Christmas, but your dad had to get it imported because I wanted it to be exactly the same as the one we had in France."
"You bought it through dad?"
"Yeah...a car like this carries a lot of commission. I'm not gonna pay that to a random garage when it can go to your dad."
"He would have done you a deal."
"He tried, but then he found out that I can be quite stubborn when I want to be. Come on, get in," Blaine says, holding the door open and gesturing for Kurt to get inside.
Kurt can't help but squeal and kick his feet once he gets behind the wheel, almost bouncing in his seat when Blaine gets in next to him. "I love it!" he squeaks, "And I love you!"
"Good!" Blaine laughs loudly. "Okay, follow this," he says, switching the in car Sat Nav on. "It's a long drive, but we'll break for lunch and then switch."
"I like switching," Kurt comments as he starts the engine.
"Really? I hadn't noticed." They both lean across at the same time, joining in a kiss which holds the promise of more and leaves them both breathless.
"Would you be completely adverse to christening the car?" Kurt asks, unwilling to take his hand from the back of Blaine's neck.
"Not at all...but not right now. We need to be somewhere."
"Yes. Rachel's."
"No. We're not getting Lola. This is just us."
"What? Kurt asks as he pulls out onto the street.
"She's with Cooper...for the weekend."
"We're going away? But it's her birthday on Sunday!"
"We'll see her on Sunday."
"What about my clothes?"
"Just drive, Kurt."
"You're infuriating."
"I know."
They stop for early lunch at a roadside diner then trade places, enjoying the closeness a long journey brings, not even bothering with any music as conversation and jokes flow easily between them, but another couple of hours and Blaine is becoming restless. His fingers drum an impatient pattern on the steering wheel, and he nearly jumps out of his skin when his phone buzzes with a text.
"No!" he yells as Kurt picks up the phone. "Don't read my messages!" Snatching the phone from his hand, he tucks it between his legs and begins to look for a rest stop.
"What?" an incredulous Kurt yells back. "Since when has me reading your messages been a problem?"
"Please!" Blaine begs. "Just please."
"Whatever," Kurt snaps, turning to face out the window, leaving Blaine to bite his lip and mumble an apology.
He pulls over and reads the text, growling in frustration as he taps out a response to Cooper.
Dude. I know you're busy an' all, but I don't understand this dress. Do the buttons go at the front, or the back? And there are panties with it. Where do they go? Over the diaper, or under? They're very frilly.
Buttons at the back, and the panties go over the tights.
Over the tights?!
Yes.
Dude. Wow. Over the tights. Makes no sense to me. Anyway, how goes it?
Terrible. He likes the car, but he's not speaking to me because I yelled.
Moron.
Don't start.
Seriously, it will all work out fine. Good luck bro. Love you. P.S- Lola seems dubious about the whole over the tights thing too.
Pulling back out onto the highway, Blaine reaches across to squeeze Kurt's knee gently. "I really am sorry. I shouldn't have yelled."
"It's not the yelling, it's all the secrecy."
"I'm trying to surprise you Kurt! I'm sorry if I'm jumpy or on edge but I just want this to be perfect."
"Okay, okay. I just...hate surprises."
"Because it's something you can't control, I get it. But I want you to like this one."
"Are you mad at me?" Kurt asks in a timid voice, suddenly worried that he's hurt Blaine's feelings.
"Don't be silly. I love you. Now why don't you try and get some sleep? It's either that or I'll have to blindfold you so you don't see the road signs."
"I could use a nap I guess."
Mercifully, Kurt sleeps for a long time, and although Blaine doesn't really like being left alone with his thoughts, he does at least manage to arrive at the small rest station before it gets too dark. He fires off a quick text to Cooper, smiling when he gets reassurance that Lola is fine, before he gently wakes his sleeping boyfriend.
"Kurt, honey? You need to wake up now."
"Where the hell are we?" Kurt asks as he peers into the semi gloom, trying to decipher any road sign but finding none visible.
"Almost there. We just need to change." Blaine runs around to the trunk and returns, offering a suit carrier to Kurt.
"Oh God, changing in the car again?"
"Yes. Come on, it'll be fun. And you can run in the truck stop to fix your hair," Blaine says as he slides into the back seat.
"The last time we changed it was the middle of summer, now it's the middle of winter. Too many layers," Kurt grumbles.
"It's usually me making that complaint."
They change quickly, Kurt desperately trying to find out why he's wearing a tux, and asking multiple questions as they trail to the bathroom and back again.
"I'm still not saying anything. But you need to wear this now," Blaine says as he holds out a scarf, "until we get there."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"No, I'm not. And if you don't do it, or if you peek, then I'll cry. And you wouldn't want that on your conscience now, would you?"
"Goofball," Kurt says fondly, and allows Blaine to blindfold him. Touched by the trust he has placed in him, Blaine repeatedly asks after his welfare for the rest of the drive.
"I told you, I'm fine. Are we there yet?"
"Actually, yes," Blaine says and Kurt hears the sound of the car tires coming to a halt on some gravel.
"Blaine, are you okay? You're breathing all weird."
"Yes...yes...no. Yes. No. I don't know. Lets just...okay," he mumbles, leaving Kurt sat in utter confusion as he waits for his door to be opened.
"Seriously Blaine, you're worrying me. Is something wrong?" Kurt persists as they begin to walk, Blaine guiding him by his arm.
"Wrong? No. Just...yeah. You know."
"No, I don't know." Kurt hears the sound of a door being opened, and their footsteps echoing as they walk further along.
"Okay. Steps." Blaine guides him up one by one, eventually stopping and turning Kurt around. "Right. Whatever you do, please don't take the blindfold off until I tell you, okay?"
"Why, where are you going? Blaine? Blaine!" But Kurt only receives a light kiss to his lips and then he hears the sound of Blaine's hastily retreating footsteps, followed by a silence that seems to stretch for eternity.
"Kurt?" Blaine's voice comes eventually into his blackness, making him startle.
"Yes?" he calls back hesitantly, confused, disoriented and unable to tell where Blaine's voice is coming from.
"Please take off your blindfold."
"What the...," Kurt whispers as he takes in his surroundings. He is standing on the Dalton staircase, on exactly the same step he had been on almost fourteen years previous when he first saw Blaine. This time, the hallway is in near darkness, the only light coming from large pillar candles. He is so busy looking around that he doesn't immediately spot the figure at the bottom of the staircase, but his hand flies to cover his mouth as he sees Blaine, down on one knee with Lola sat on the other, looking resplendent in a white dress with flowers in her hair and holding a ring box.
"Oh my God."
"Kurt. Fourteen years ago I fell in love with a boy on this staircase," Blaine starts, voice cracking as his tears begin to fall. "Today I am lucky enough to share my life with the exceptional man you have become, and we have been gifted with the most wonderful daughter to cherish and raise together. I love you so much... My Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"
Lola offers the ring box towards Kurt silently, their identical faces shining as tears fall down Blaine's cheeks. Slowly, Kurt walks down the remaining stairs until he's only one above him.
"Yes," he says, sobbing as he does so. "Yes, yes, a million times yes!"
"Yes!" Lola shouts as she is scooped up and thrown in the air by a triumphant Blaine, before she is squished between her dads as they kiss passionately on the staircase.
"Oh...the ring..." Blaine breaks away, remembering. "Here..." He slides it onto Kurt's finger and they both stand admiring the exquisite piece of jewellery. It is a black onyx band, with two thin bands of platinum running around the top and bottom, and three diamonds set across the middle. "One for each of us," Blaine whispers as he sees Kurt looking at them, "with room to add more if we wish."
"Blaine...I...just..."
"Surprised?"
"Amazed. And how did my favorite girl get here, huh?" Kurt asks as he bounces her on his hip.
"Cooper flew in with her this morning."
"Blaine...are you sure? You always said you wouldn't marry again."
"I also said I didn't want kids. People talk a lot of crap when they haven't found the one. I don't want anyone else, ever. I want to be with you Come What May, til death us do part. And I want us to be the Anderson-Hummels. Together."
"Perfect," Kurt says, raining kisses over his face. "Perfect."
"And there is another thing," Blaine says, worrying his lip between his teeth.
"Oh?"
"I'd like you to formally adopt Lola, so you have as many legal rights as I do."
"Seriously?"
"If you..."
"Yes! If you're gonna start with the whole 'you don't have to' thing, you can be quiet right now. I want nothing more. Holy shit I can't believe this is happening! It's actually real!" Setting Lola down to explore, he pulls Blaine towards him again by his lapels, crashing their lips together and stumbling slightly as he drops down a step.
"You're my Kurt, and my fiance," Blaine says, grinning against his lips and keeping his eyes closed in blissful contentment. "We're gonna get married."
"I love you so much Blaine."
"Best friends?"
"Always."
They stand, hands intertwined and staring into each others eyes, endless smiles of happiness playing on their faces until they're interrupted.
"Can we come in now, or what?"
"Is that Cooper?" Kurt asks, raising one eyebrow.
"Yes. They're shut in the library."
"They?"
"The whole damn family is here Kurt. I asked your dad's permission on Christmas eve, and have been arranging things ever since. I wanted it to be perfect."
"It couldn't get any better," Kurt smiles. "I knew you were romantic but..."
"I'm not that great at it really."
"Are you kidding me? You bring me flowers just because. You leave little notes inside the kitchen cabinets to remind me that you love me. You text me throughout the day to tell me you're thinking of me. You buy me cheesecake and feed it to me when you know I've had a rough day. Blaine...you are amazing, and you have just proposed to me in the best way possible. It's everything I could have dreamed of and so much more besides. Now let's get the rest of the rabble in and celebrate."
Blaine flings open the door, and the beaming fiances are greeted with warm hugs and kisses, and much squealing over Kurt's ring.
"Congratulations son," Burt says as he hugs Blaine tightly. "I'm so happy for you both."
"Thank you," Blaine whispers as he stares at the floor, too overcome to do anything else.
"And you," Burt continues, turning to Kurt. "My boy." Holding him close, Burt whispers in his ear, "I always knew."
"I'll bet you did."
"Everything you dreamed of, yes?"
"Yes. I love you dad."
"Love you too. Now, Blaine ordered me to have champagne on ice, so let's get home."
"Are you sure it's okay that we're staying here?" Blaine asks again as he falls onto the couch besides an equally as giddy Kurt.
"Yes, I told you."
"I will take you away, I promise. But I just thought...family is where it's at y'know?"
"Totally. Are you drunk?"
"A little. More drunk on feelings than anything."
"Me too, I feel very lightheaded."
"Why don't we sneak the rest of this bottle up to our room?" Blaine asks as his hand begins to trail up the inside of Kurt's thigh.
"Because Lola is asleep in there."
"No she's not. I told you, she's with Cooper for the weekend. Don't think I'm not having sex with my fiance tonight."
Kurt turns his face into Blaine's shoulder, trying but failing to suppress a giddy laugh. "Say it again."
"What? Fiance? Sex? Sex with my fiance?"
"Let's go." Grabbing the champagne in one hand and Blaine in the other, they run from the room- thinking they're being discreet as they trip and stumble up the stairs together.
"O-kay," Finn says with a shake of his head. "Looks like we're all staying up a while longer. Movie, anyone?"
"So...any preferences?" Kurt asks, pushing Blaine's chest into the bed as he pulls his ass towards him.
"No," comes the muffled response, "Just you. Always, just you."
"I meant about the wedding venue."
"What?" Blaine laughs, looking over his shoulder. "Seriously Kurt, you wanna discuss this now?"
"It's just...I have a binder."
"I'm sure you do. And I have an ass that needs fucking. We can talk about it after."
"All night?"
"In between sex...yes."
They lie together afterwards, chests heaving, fingers clasped and smiling at one another. "Sooo...any preferences?" Kurt tries again.
"No. I am happy to leave the entire thing up to you if that's what you want."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Kurt replies, clapping his hands excitedly.
"I have three stipulations though."
"Okay. Shoot."
"Lola is our flowergirl."
"Of course, that goes without saying."
"Our first dance is to Come What May."
"Only if I can be Nicole."
"Well, you're much more beautiful, but okay. And third, I organize the honeymoon, and I reserve the right to keep it a total surprise."
"Given how much I enjoyed this surprise...I'm gonna say yes."
