For all of you, from me :)
"I told you we'd come back." Kurt smiles as he holds the car door open for his fiancé.
"You did. And I can't think of a better place to be right now." Blaine smiles back at him as they stroll hand in hand into the Plaza.
"Excited?" Kurt asks as they take their seats.
"About what exactly? About finally being able to say I've graduated Julliard with first class honors? Yes. Because I'm engaged to the fabulous Men's fashion editor of GQ magazine? Absolutely. Excited at becoming concert pianist for The New York Philharmonic? You betcha."
Kurt throws his head back and laughs. "Okay, okay, point taken. It's an overwhelmingly exciting time."
"It's funny, five years of humdrum domesticity and then all this stuff seems to happen at once. It's quite the rush."
"Humdrum domesticity? Really Blaine?" Kurt asks, raising one eyebrow. "Are you forgetting the first year we were together?"
"It was dull." Blaine counters teasingly.
"Totally. All that sneaking around, the endless sex."
"We still have endless amounts of sex." Blaine points out.
"True. And for the record, piano keys hurt like a bitch."
"At least it drowned out some of the noise you were making. Seriously Kurt, will you never learn?"
"Says the man who yelled 'suck me' when we got that box at the opera."
"In my defense, I didn't know the music was going to stop." They laugh together, then Kurt looks across at Blaine and raises his glass.
"To us."
"To us." Blaine agrees, and they clink glasses before drinking, looking into each others eyes all the while.
"So...highlight of the last five years then." Kurt asks once they've ordered, then sits and drums his fingers impatiently while Blaine thinks. "Come on."
"I don't know!" Blaine cries. "Too many. I guess...I guess the first time we closed the door to our apartment. When your dad and Finn had gone, we were surrounded by boxes, and do you remember how hard it was raining? But we closed the door and it was just us. In our home. Together...Your turn."
"When you said yes." Kurt answers without hesitation, "I knew I wanted to ask you...but obviously I hadn't planned it- I didn't even have a ring or anything but it just...it just felt so right in that moment, and when you said yes...it was like everything just fell into place."
Blaine twirls his engagement ring, noticing Kurt doing exactly the same as he gazes down at it fondly. "You thought my mom would go mad."
"I did." He smiles. "I should have known really, she's always been so good about us."
"Yes, I think it's safe to assume our parents are our biggest fans."
"And Puck." Kurt adds, and they both laugh.
"And Puck." Blaine agrees. "Talking of which, are you sure it's a good idea to let him watch the apartment while we're away?"
"Yes." Kurt says quickly. "I want to talk to you about something. I know it's our first apartment. But it's tiny, and let's face it- it's been quite stressful at times living in such cramped conditions."
"We've not had that many arguments." Blaine counters.
"No, not at all. But there have been times when I'm trying to write and you're composing or practicing and there's nowhere to escape each other. The bedroom is too small and the living area is all open plan..."
"So what are you saying?"
"I wonder if we should think about moving."
"Oh."
"You don't sound thrilled."
"It's not that." Blaine says then thinks a while, choosing his words carefully. "I just...hadn't thought about it. I thought you liked living near Lynn and Leigh."
"I do."
"And you love the fact that Santana, Quinn and Rachel are only a block away."
"I know. But Rachel is moving back anyway. We're both going to be earning good salaries now. I just thought we could get a bigger place. And Sam is moving in with the girls...so I thought Puck might like to take over our lease."
Blaine moves the food around on his plate, deep in thought.
"Blaine, baby, have I upset you?" Kurt asks softly, reaching across the table and covering his hand with his own.
"What? No." Blaine smiles reassuringly. "Tell me, where were you thinking of moving to?"
"Well I seem to remember someone saying once that they wanted an apartment overlooking Central Park."
Blaine nods, smiling at the memory. "Let's talk about this later, okay? I just...really want to enjoy being here with you." he says as he pours another glass for wine for them both.
"Don't you go getting drunk on me, Anderson." Kurt teases gently.
"Oh please, I never do that."
"Um...okay. Second week of being a freshman, you came home at four in the morning with a random bunch of strangers and blasted music for an hour. When I kicked them all out you got mad, tried to storm off to bed but vomited in the hallway."
"I still think you were mean, making me clear it up."
"You, Puck, Finn and Sam. Christmas before last. Rachel and I found you all on the lawn, passed out."
"Okay, okay, Mr. High and Mighty." Blaine laughs, the tension over moving forgotten for now. "My twenty first. Who tried to suck me off on the dance floor? Huh?"
"Um..."
"Who went around telling anyone who would listen that we had been fucking long before I was legal, leaving me to explain to that cop that you meant legal in the drinking sense?"
"Well, I..."
"Who..." Blaine carries on, enjoying this far too much, "Who threw up on my shoes, fell asleep on me in the middle of sex, and then lay in bed for two days straight with a hangover? It couldn't be you, could it Kurt? Not you, who knows when to stop?"
Kurt can't answer, he's laughing too hard, but eventually his tears subside and he concedes. "Alright, looks like we've both done some growing up in the last five years. Now are we done here?" he asks, gesturing to their empty plates, "Let's take a walk."
They stroll slowly through Central Park, arm in arm as they have done so many times before. They are silent, both content and relaxed in each others company. Blaine inclines his head onto Kurt's shoulder every so often, and Kurt kisses his forehead as if it's the most natural thing in the world. It's strange to think they couldn't always be so open about their relationship. Indeed, one of the things most people who know them would say about them, is how tactile they always are. The small kisses dropped onto cheeks or lips, the gentle arm curving around shoulders as they rest on the couch, the linked fingers as they walk. Wherever and whenever, they touch. Softly, gently, firmly and flirtatiously. Because they can, and because although it may seem like a lifetime ago, there was a time when they couldn't.
Blaine leads them to the bandstand, turning to face Kurt and holding his hands. He looks into those brilliant blue eyes, eyes which still make his stomach swoop and his heartbeat quicken.
"Kurt. About earlier. The whole moving thing."
"Yes?"
"I do love this park. I always have."
"I know. That's why we spend most Sundays walking or having picnics here."
"I'm not against moving, Kurt. Far from it." Blaine says as Kurt smiles at him broadly, then kisses his full pink lips. Lips which move with his in their now familiar pattern as tongues dance their now familiar dance and Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's waist to draw him closer. "But there are other parks." Blaine whispers against his lips as they pull apart.
"But I think we could afford it now."
"Oh I know that." Blaine continues. "I just think that maybe we should see what Jim and Pam are up to."
His statement hangs in the air as Kurt tries to decipher its meaning, and Blaine laughs as he watches the realization write itself on Kurt's face.
"You want to move to the suburbs?"
"I do. I want us to buy a house. Like you said, we will both have good incomes. You can write from home a lot, and I'll be home most of the time during the day. I'll have to drive in for evening performances, but I'll be going against the traffic so it shouldn't be too bad."
"I don't know what to say." Kurt says with a frown.
"Plus, it looks better when we apply to adopt, if we're settled down already. You never know, maybe Jim and Pam could be our character references." he jokes, but his face turns serious as he looks into Kurt's eyes once more. "Tell me you'll think about it."
"I don't need to think about it!" Kurt exclaims. "Yes! A million times over, yes!" and he throws himself into Blaine's ready and waiting arms.
Blaine's phone buzzing in his pocket makes him pull back, and he glances at the text before taking Kurt's hand and leading him out of the park. "Rachel." he explains. "Time to go."
The emerge onto the busy New York sidewalk, still all hustle and bustle despite the late hour.
"Tomorrow?" Kurt asks.
"Tomorrow."
"So." Kurt says. "I love you." and he hails a cab and pulls open the door.
"I love you too," Blaine replies, cradling his face as he kisses him tenderly. "See you at the altar."