Okay, I am soooo sorry for the long wait!! I had a huge writer's block and the only thing that cured it was this guy that was born in Italy, and sings in Spanish, Nek. Ever heard of him? He just reminded me of Jimmy so...
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Rachel stood in the corner, just sipping away at her third drink of the night. Where the hell is Finn?
A sigh escaped her lips, disappointment tugging at her heart.
Why won't this night work? It seems like life just won't cut me a break. For the first time since we graduated, we get to go out to an actual club, and I can't find him. Really shows what kind of a girlfriend I am.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her around the waist.
Her kitten heels slammed down onto her captor's foot.
"Dammit!" A familiar voice came from behind her.
"Oh my god! Finn, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
"Sure, I just need to sit down," Finn said through gritted teeth.
Rachel helped him to a table. "You shouldn't scare me like that!"
"I'll keep that in mind, the next time I want to surprise you,"
"I'm really, really sorry! I had no clue you were back there, I just…"
Finn cut her off with a kiss. "It's okay, I scared you. It's my fault my foot feels like it's been snapped in two."
Rachel felt a blush running to her face. Please don't say I'm blushing,
"You know, you're really cute when you blush."
"Are you drunk?" Rachel questioned.
"Honestly, I don't know and I don't care, as long as I'm with you."
He may be an idiot but he's my idiot.
Tina sat down at one of the tables, keeping a close eye on Sunday, who was running underneath the tables.
"Hmm, they really seem to like each other." She commented to Artie.
"I know. But it doesn't look like they would be but they are."
She hummed in agreement. "We haven't been out in a long time,"
Artie took her hand. "Yeah, I'm glad we could do something for the first time since we adopted Sunday."
"Yeah,"
"But I really think you should head home with Sunday. It's getting late, and you must be tired."
"Kinda. I guess I'll go."
"Here I'll come with you. Quinn's heading home too, see! Besides, there's no doubt in my mind that everyone will be royally hung over tomorrow."
Kurt ran a kiss along Jimmy's lips, who broke it slightly. "Kurt, il mio bambino, sei bella come fondo di un bambino, e la vostra pelle morbida come un cucciolo. Ti ricordi quando ci siamo conosciuti? Eri così perso quasi risibile. Ho effettivamente fatto ridere più tardi. Ma tu eri così dolce e innocente. Penso che è stato quando mi sono innamorato di te. Fin da quando ci siamo messi insieme, la parola deriva per sempre nella mia testa. Così, Kurt Hummel, il mio bambino, mi vuoi sposare?" Jimmy whispered, leaning his forehead against Kurt's.
"I had no idea what you just said," Kurt giggled drunkenly.
"Kurt, my bambino, you are as beautiful as a baby's bottom, and your skin's as soft as a puppy. Do you remember when we first met? You were so lost it was almost laughable. I actually did laugh later. But you were so sweet and innocent. I think that was when I fell in love with you."
Kurt grinned, before Jimmy continued.
"Ever since we got together, the word forever comes into my head. So, Kurt Hummel, my bambino, will you marry me?"
By that time, Kurt was sobbing, the smile widened. "Ti amo," He whispered, using what little Italian he had picked up.
"Will you?" Jimmy took the ring off his finger, his boyfriend's hand locked in his.
"Yes," He answered with a small laugh.
The Italian pulled him into a passionate kiss, a smile playing on it all the while.
They had no idea that they were being watched.
