A/N: Well, hell fire, save the matches, fuck a duck and see what hatches. (yes, peoples, I have been watching American Idol) I was upducted by unicorn aliens, whom retracted my ability to type stories and access FanFiction! *gasp* Fine, fine. I had too much work to do and I couldn't bring myself to write any more chapters! D: I'm sorry! Hopefully I'll make it up to you...?

Your four part saga surprise! "LIFE IS JUICY, JUICY!"

I deleted With Death Comes Memories, but it will return once I etxtend the chapter :)

HOLY FUCKING NIPPLES! DID ANYONE SEE THE NEW EPISODE? I am DESPERATE to gleek out, so PM me if you feel like it! :D

Chapter Rating: You should know by now that my mouth is pretty damn dirty. No sexual content.

sclaimer: I do not own Glee.


Take A Moment: Part One:

The gold-encrusted diamond ring was burning a fucking hole in Blaine's pocket. His hands were sweating noticably, making it hard to grip the slender fork. He couldn't focus on the food; he couldn't breathe. These were all obvious symptoms of pre-proposal nerves.

Kurt smiled, stabbing one of the alfredo-doused noodles swiftly. "You know I love shrimp cuisine," he murmured, eyes shining with delight. "How did you even afford this?"

Blaine blushed, staring down at his untouched salad. "The job at my father's office pays well..." he croaked.

Kurt placed his fork down delicately. "Are you okay, baby?" he wanted to know, gently grasping his hand. "Do you feel sick?"

"No, no, I'm fine," Blaine promised. "Just not that hungry."

Kurt's eyes roamed over his features. "'Kay."

Blaine's heart beat magnified in his ears. When could he do it? He swallowed hard, his throat raw with nerves. "You know what tonight is, right?" Blaine asked.

Kurt grinned. "Of course!" He chewed his shrimp cuisine and downed the remaining inch of champagne in his glass before ellaborating. "It's our six year anniversary. We've been living in New York for four and a half years."

Blaine nodded happily. "It's been the best six years of my life."

"Mine, too," agreed Kurt, tightening his grip on Blaine's hand. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

Silence between the two enveloped the restaurant. Blaine decided to attempt to eat at least some of the salad, and took a bite of the now bland food. Kurt finished his dish.

"Can I...Can I ask you something?" Blaine muttered, watching his foot begin to bob in a jittery fashion.

"Sure." Kurt folded his hands expectantly.

"I've known you for six years. In those years, I've found love. When my life seemed darkest, like I'd never find love, I found you. You were a shimmering light that blinked through the darkness and...and saved me." Realization bloomed on Kurt's face, making Blaine's lip quiver. He got up shakily, removing the black velvet box from his pocket and uncapping it. "You're the most amazing man I've ever had the pleasure to meet. I love you more than anything in the world. My life is perfect. There's nothing else I'd want...Except for you to be my husband." He fell down on one knee. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"

Kurt's eyes filled with tears. For a shattering moment, he looked away. Then back. He slumped down onto the floor next to his boyfriend, and reached into his pocket. "Blaine," he whispered. "Like every other thing, you've beaten me to the punch." He revealed a red case, and a pearl ring. "Blaine, I was going to ask you to marry me tonight."

Blaine exhaled through his nose, laughing softly. "Is that a yes?" he wanted to know.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes. A thousand yesses! Yes!" Kurt squealed. "And what about you? Will you marry m-me?"

"YES!" The two hugged tightly, shedding tears of equal emotion-ladden love.

"God," Blaine's mutter was hoarse against Kurt's ear. "I love you so much."

Kurt nodded. "I love you, too."

They pulled back, smiling widely. "Look." Kurt admired the ring that sucked on his finger. "We're fiances! Fiances."


A/N: Yay.

Love,

Lexi