This has been bouncing around in my head for a while now. Enjoy!
Ever since Kurt and Blaine moved to New York, Blaine began to act differently.
The first few days weren't too bad; Blaine had gotten a job singing at a small café in the city, while Kurt began his work at a fashion company downtown. All was well.
And then Blaine started getting home late.
Kurt insisted on waiting up for Blaine, but the next thing he knew, he was waking up in his bed, having been carried in by Blaine after falling asleep waiting for him. Other nights, he'd come home on time, but would look absolutely disheveled, and not even adorably disheveled. Dark circles had taken root under his eyes, and his tie and shirt were always loose upon returning to their small apartment. He never stopped giving Kurt hello kisses though, which he was thankful for. However…this wasn't the same Blaine.
As the late homecomings continued, Kurt began growing suspicious. He missed being able to fall asleep in Blaine's arms, knowing he was there to keep him safe and to love him. He missed being able to discuss his day with Blaine, and to hear about his performances and listen to his adorably long spiels about how New York coffee was a million times better than Ohio coffee. They use to sit down on the couch, Kurt in Blaine's lap, and talk about…well, anything really. It was just amazing being together.
But they lost that. Kurt barely saw Blaine anymore besides about an hour in the morning. He was wondering when they started to grow apart…and why.
It was only when Kurt woke up one morning, again in Blaine's arms after being transported into the bedroom, and smelled something not Blaine, that it apparently clicked.
Different cologne. Blaine never wore different cologne. It was then that Kurt began wondering just where Blaine was when he wasn't home.
Over the next week or so, Kurt was becoming increasingly heartbroken. He couldn't help but wonder if the guy was taller than him, or had more muscles, or maybe he was a blonde? What did that guy have that he didn't have?
So, when Blaine came home late yet again on Thursday night, Kurt had had it.
"Alright, that's it," he said to Blaine when they woke up, staring his boyfriend down. "Where have you been?"
"Umm…in the bed? I haven't moved since we fell asleep, baby," he said, his eyes shining as he lightly stroked the skin of Kurt's forearm. Kurt jerked away, Blaine's touch feeling alien because he couldn't help but wonder if he touched some other guy that way.
"Don't call me that, Blaine," he growled. "You know what I'm talking about."
"Actually, I don't," he said slowly, trying to put the pieces together. "Why are you acting like this?"
"Oh, gee, I don't know, "Kurt spat, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "Maybe because you're barely home anymore? Maybe because I miss you and being able to sit in your lap after you get home and just talk to you? Or maybe it's the fact that I'm constantly wondering if you're cheating on me, and maybe that's you're coming home late!"
Blaine almost fell off of the bed in shock when he heard the last accusation, his eyes widening.
"Kurt, how could you think I'm cheating on you?" Blaine asked, slight hostility in his eyes. "What, you don't trust me anymore?"
"Well, it's pretty hard to trust you when you keep coming home late, you smell like someone else's cologne, and you've barely said more than three words to me in the last week! What am I supposed to think, Blaine?" Kurt shouted, getting out of the bed and making sure Blaine followed him into the living room.
"Maybe that I've been working long hours?" Blaine asked, as if it were completely obvious. Kurt rolled his eyes, turning on his heel to glare at Blaine.
"Yes, all cheaters definitely don't say that," Kurt said, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm. "Explain why I woke up a few days ago and you smelled different."
"Kurt, you're being ridiculous!" Blaine shouted, practically exploding. "I love you! I can't believe you're actually accusing me of cheating on you when no one on this Earth could make me as happy as you do!"
"Say that all you want, Blaine. Keep avoiding the truth," Kurt said, re-crossing his arms defiantly.
"Fine! You want the truth? I'll tell you the truth!" Blaine shouted, pulling a small black velvet box out of his pajama pants' pocket. "This. This is the reason I've been coming home late. I've been working overtime to earn some more money so I could buy you the perfect engagement ring!"
Kurt was dead silent, his eyes wide as he stared at the box in Blaine's strong hand. He didn't dare look into Blaine's eyes; he could tell from the sound of his boyfriend's voice that he was crying.
"And the smell? Gee, is it really that farfetched to thing that when I walked into one of the stores to look for your ring, they sprayed me with cologne to see if I would buy it?"
Blaine sounded pained, and Kurt could see a teardrop drip onto his hand. Kurt covered his mouth with his hand, feeling so guilty and ashamed and-
"And to think…I was going to ask you to marry me."
And Kurt's heart shattered.
"No…no, no, Blaine, baby, no, please-"
"Why not, Kurt?" Blaine demanded, his hands on his hips. "Obviously you don't trust me anymore. Without trust, what are we? What point is a relationship if I can't be trusted?"
"But you can be trusted, Blaine, please-"
"Really?" Blaine scoffed, the tears still flowing bitterly down his cheeks. This wasn't supposed to be like this; he was supposed to be on one knee, gently holding Kurt's fingertips and then spinning him in his arms when he said yes. "Because you're not making me feel trusted."
"Blaine…Blaine please, I need you."
"You need me? Then why didn't you talk to me Kurt? Why didn't you just tell me what you were thinking so we could talk it out like any couple would?"
"Because…because I was scared, Blaine," Kurt choked out, tears slipping down his porcelain cheeks as his heart just continued to break in different places. "I was scared of losing you. I thought if I said anything, it would end up being true and you'd just smirk and leave me for another guy, and…I just couldn't do it!"
He sat down on the couch, his fingertips digging into the skin right above his cheekbones. Blaine sighed, running his fingers through his curls before sitting down, gently rubbing Kurt's arm.
"How could ever think I'd do that, Kurt?" Blaine asked.
"I've always thought it," Kurt admitted, looking up at Blaine sadly. "I've always been convinced that you were too good for me, and one day, you'd come to your senses and date someone who's as amazing as you-"
"Stop talking like that!" Blaine demanded, stroking Kurt's cheek. "You're beautiful, Kurt. You're so gorgeous that every time I look at you, my heart stops. And you're not just beautiful; you have a heart of gold that you're not afraid to wear on your sleeve, and I think that's one of your most admirable qualities, and it's the one I love the most about you."
Kurt sniffed, wiping his tears away with his sleeve.
"…Really?" Blaine smiled, taking Kurt's hand gently.
"Really," he insisted, kissing Kurt's forehead gently.
"I'm so sorry about accusing you of cheating, Blaine. Can you please forgive me?" Kurt asked, his eyes sparkling pleadingly. Blaine smiled, pecking Kurt's lips tenderly.
"Of course, sweetheart. I love you," Blaine said, grabbing the velvet box and flipping it open as he fell on one knee. Kurt gasped at the sight of his ring; the band was forged out of platinum, four diamonds inlaid in the front that surrounded a sparkling gemstone that matched the hue of Kurt's eyes perfectly. On the inside, "Forever won't be long enough" was engraved in loopy letters. He smiled tearfully, running his fingers over the ring as Blaine began to speak.
"I've wanted to marry you since our first anniversary, Kurt. I've always known I'd be with you for a long time, but never considered marriage until we made it a year. Just a year. Then I knew if we could be together for a year, we could be together forever. I knew how much I loved you, even back when I was seventeen, obsessed with bowties and hair gel. I just…I never want to be without you. I'm so sorry I said I'd break up with you today, I was just so mad. Not necessarily at you, just…I was mad because you thought you weren't good enough for me, when really, you're too good for me."
Kurt was about to insist that that wasn't true, but Blaine wouldn't let him get a word in.
"You're everything to me, Kurt, and I'll never understand how I was lucky enough to have you stop me at Dalton that day. I want to be with you forever, Kurt…will you marry me?"
Kurt smiled ecstatically, tackling Blaine to the ground and showering his face and lips with kisses, each one accenting a "yes". Blaine smiled blissfully as he slipped the ring onto Kurt's left finger, finally getting the sense that his dreams of growing old with the man he loved could finally become a reality.
I loved writing this. I hope you loved reading it!
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