Hi!
So, remember how I said I was going to get to your prompts? Yeah, I'm a liar.
See, I have this enemy. His name is "the universe". He likes giving me inspiration right afterI get a crapload of prompts. So I swear, I will get to your prompts after this chapter. I was watching old Season 1 episodes, and I was like "I need to write this. NOW." You'll see what "this" is ;)
Enjoy!
P.S. Yes, I spelled "macarons" right. I know that some of you may think that I misspelled the word "macaroons", but I am referring to the French meringue cookie sandwiches. If you want to know what they look like, go to (without spaces or parentheses) .com
There are a lot of pictures. A lot :)
"I'm so bored."
"Kurt, you're the one that took off work today because I had a very rare break from grading papers. You could be designing fashion worthy of a runway in Milan right now, but you decided to stay home with boring ol' me," Blaine pointed out playfully, shifting closer to his boyfriend on their couch. Kurt smiled, facing Blaine.
"You're not boring," Kurt said, leaning in for a kiss. After eight years, Kurt still shivered at the most delicate of Blaine's kisses and caresses, and he knew that he'd never stop-Blaine just had that effect on him. "Just sitting on the couch is boring. What if we go and make homemade macarons?"
"Kurt…I can't cook to save my life."
"What about that romantic dinner you made for our second anniversary?" Kurt asked, getting little butterflies in his stomach because that night was amazing. Blaine gulped, averting his eyes.
"Uh…I kinda had some help from Carol," Blaine admitted. Kurt chuckled, shifting so he could wrap his arms around Blaine's waist from behind and press a kiss to his slightly-exposed shoulder.
"I should have known," Kurt said. "Well…ooh, I know! What if we go watch videos of all our old high school performances?"
"That sounds like a good idea," Blaine said. "But you've seen all of mine, even the video of me singing 'The Itsy Bitsy Spider' for a talent show in Kindergarten."
"Which was adorable by the way," Kurt giggled. "You wore hair gel even though you were five."
"Hey, my mom made me!" Blaine insisted. "But anyway, why don't we just look at yours? There's a bunch I haven't seen yet."
"Alright," Kurt said, grabbing his laptop from the coffee table. "I have them all saved on here. Let me find one from before I met you…ooh, 'Defying Gravity'!"
"You sang that?" Blaine asked, smiling cheerfully. "I love that song!"
"So do I," Kurt said, waiting for the video to load. "Mr. Schue was just going to hand the solo to Rachel, as usual, but I asked if I could audition. He refused, saying that Rachel would do fine with it. So, my dad went to Figgins and raised hell, and I got the chance to audition, but…I threw it."
"You threw the audition? Why?" Blaine asked incredulously. Kurt sighed, remembering the event as if it were yesterday.
"My dad I got an anonymous call from someone calling me a fag," Kurt said, his voice dropping a bit lower. "I knew that if I went onstage and sang a girl's song, it'd just be worse for him, and I didn't want that. So, I threw it for him. I knew it was going to bed embarrassing and I'd probably an earful of 'I told you so's' from Rachel, but…I did it anyway. I'd do anything to protect the people I love."
"That…is the bravest thing I've ever heard," Blaine said, turning so he faced Kurt. "I never had to teach you about courage, did I? You already had it inside you."
Kurt smiled, not really knowing how to respond to that besides kissing his boyfriend before changing positions once again so they were thigh to thigh. The laptop was on half of Kurt's right thigh and half of Blaine's left. Kurt pressed playing, leaning his head onto Blaine's shoulder.
"I reshot this so I had a video of me singing it right instead of cracking on the high F," Kurt said. Blaine didn't reply-he was too stunned to even make his mouth move from its dropped-open position.
Kurt looked phenomenal. Sure, looked a lot younger, with baby cheeks and his hair styled a different way, but he looked amazing. His eyes were filled with the same passion he always had when singing, and his posture and expression just screamed confidence. He'd never seen Kurt look more stunning.
"Wow," Blaine murmured, almost too astounded to even turn his head to look at his boyfriend. "You look so beautiful."
Kurt blushed, slipping his hand inside Blaine's before turning his gaze back to his younger self onscreen. The Kurt in the video finished the song with closed eyes and a wide-open mouth, his euphonious voice pouring out of the speakers. Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt's temple, his lips never slipping from a wide smile.
"What's next?" Blaine asked.
"Let's see…oh God, our funk number!" Kurt shouted gleefully, clicking on the video. "Before our first Regionals, Vocal Adrenaline had done what they called 'funkifying'. They performed a flawless number in our auditorium, and sent us into a deep funk. We were like that for a week-I wore the same outfit twice!"
"No!" Blaine said unbelievingly.
"Oh yes. That's how good they were. But, there was something that they could never pull off-funk. Funk is all about soul and passion, and they were, as Mr. Schue put it, 'soulless automatons'. After they ended up egging Rachel, we decided enough was enough, and we ended up funkifying them! It was great."
"Well, let's see then!" Blaine said enthusiastically, ready to watch his man take that funkification and shove it right in Vocal Adrenaline's faces. Kurt grinned, pressing play. Wait for it…
"WHAT?" Blaine shouted the minute Kurt began to sing. "Is that you?"
"Yup," Kurt said proudly, popping the 'p'.
"And it wasn't autotuned?"
"Nope."
"Lip-synching?"
"No!" Kurt insisted with a chuckle. "That is pure, 100% me."
"Wow, what else is there that I don't know about you?" Blaine asked, smiling coyly. Kurt grinned back, shuffling a bit closer to Blaine.
"So many years with me and you're still discovering new things," Kurt commented. "Anyway, yes, I do have a lower register, but I just don't particularly like using it. But, this number called for it, and when I volunteered to sing the part, no one actually believed me. You should've seen Finn and Puck's faces when I sang it right then and there!"
"I can imagine," Blaine said with a chuckle. "By the way, that little shoulder shimmy you did was really sexy…do you still have that outfit?"
"Blaine, I've grown five inches since then, I'm pretty sure I'd be bursting at the seams." Blaine winked saucily.
"Exactly."
Kurt just sighed, slapping Blaine on the arm before turning back to the screen. Blaine laughed, rubbing his arm before throwing it around Kurt's shoulders.
"Wow, Quinn could dance pretty well for being pregnant," Blaine commented.
"Yeah, we were all pretty surprised," Kurt replied. "She gave birth after Regionals, actually."
Blaine hummed, smiling when he saw Kurt dancing like he owned the place.
"Look at you out there," Blaine said, tugging Kurt nearer. "My man killed that song."
"Did I now?" Kurt responded with a sly grin. He stood and stretched. "I'm going to go make some sundaes, honey. I'll be right back."
After leaving Blaine with a small kiss, Kurt retreated to the kitchen with a slight sway of his hips. Once Blaine was sure Kurt was gone, he pushed the laptop to the side and pulled a small, black-velvet ring box out of his pocket. He flipped open the lid, revealing a simple sterling-silver band with a curly vine patterned and three diamonds decorating it. Once he saw it, he knew it was the one for Kurt, and he even had it engraved. Blaine gently ran his fingertips over the words etched on the inner-My Angel.
Blaine felt a warm heat pool in the pit of his stomach. Just thinking of his love for Kurt made him feel lighter than air. He smiled down at the ring, knowing this was it-it was time. He wasn't going to have to wait for the right time anymore, because that was the right time. It was just them, being playful, happy, and in love. Breathing in shakily, he slid off the couch and onto one knee, ready to hold out the open box. He could hear Kurt bustling around the kitchen for a moment longer before reentering the living room.
"Alright, I made yours just the way you like it-pistachios, caramel sauce, whipped cream, and two cherr-" Once Kurt looked up from the sundaes, he saw Blaine waiting for him and gasped. The sundaes fell to the ground, but Kurt couldn't bring himself to care about the whipped cream and chocolate syrup that was most likely staining his carpet. "Oh my God."
"Angel," Blaine began, taking Kurt's hand. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in this world. I don't just love you because you're one of the most beautiful things on the face of the Earth; I love you because your heart is the most beautiful thing on the face of this Earth. You said earlier that you'd do anything to protect the people you love, and that's what I'll do for you too. If you'll have me as your husband…I promise to protect you with my life. I promise to want to keep learning new things about you every day, just like I did today. I promise that if I have to, I will die to make sure that you're safe from harm because the world just wouldn't be the same to anyone if you weren't in it. Please…I love you so much that sometimes it's hard to breathe. Marry me, Kurt."
Kurt was positively stunned. Blaine had never said something so sweet and beautiful to him before. Halfway through his speech, both men had tears pouring down their cheeks ceaselessly. Unable to speak for a few seconds, Kurt nodded erratically. Finally, he opened his mouth and felt like he could speak without breaking down into uncontrollable sobbing.
"Yes," Kurt said with a voice thick with emotion. "Oh God, yes!"
"Yes?" Blaine asked ecstatically. Kurt nodded again, a sound that was something like a cross between a laugh and a sob ripped from his throat. "YES!"
Blaine launched off of his knees and took Kurt in his arms, kissing him as he spun him around in the air. Kurt laughed as they pulled away and Kurt was lowered onto the floor. He grabbed Blaine's face and stared into his fiancé's eyes.
"We're getting married," Kurt said, smiling hugely. "Oh my God, we're getting married!"
"As am I-and to the most beautiful man in the world, inside and out. How did I get so lucky?" Blaine asked, leaning in for another kiss. Kurt chuckled, his hot breath puffing across Kurt's face.
"In the same unknown way that I did," Kurt replied. "I love you so much."
Blaine grinned in the most beautiful way, sliding the ring onto Kurt's left ring finger.
"I love you too."
Well…yup.
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