A/N: As promised to the fan that asked, the birthday party scene! Sorry that this is a little earlier than I usually post but someone asked to switch shifts with them... so I did. Anyways, thank you so much for taking such an interest in my story that you asked for more. To everyone reading: feel free to ask me for more as well. I'll be more than happy to write practically anything Klaine, and maybe other stuff if you ask nicely enough.
Please ignore any mistakes, I still do not have a beta.
Warnings: slight Rachel bashing... but she kinda deserves it after The Moment
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted, this is a work of fan fiction.
"So how should we do it?"
Blaine smirked, not bothering to look away from the road in front of them, "We could always tell them as soon as we walk in?" The thought of the shocked faces of their family and friends almost too much to keep from laughing. It could also be used as pay-back for no one listening to him when he told them that he was not going to keep Kurt's birthday party a secret from him—reverse surprise!
The quiff-haired not-teen-anymore pressed a finger to his lips and his brow creased, as if he was really thinking about Blaine's suggestion as a real announcement, "No one would ever forget it... but just a tad inconsiderate. Don't you think?"
"Maybe just a little," Blaine responded.
"How about renting one of those banner planes? We could have it say: B popped the Q to K!" Neither was able to keep a straight face at the phrasing and were both sent into fits of chuckles.
Blaine calmed down first, "That's so vague... could take them a while to decipher it."
"True," Kurt immediately agreed, bobbing his head side-to-side in thought. "Finn might not get it until Rachel is putting him into place where he'll stand next to my dad at the actual wedding..."
A silence fell over the two as Blaine thought back and forth about the truth of Kurt's statement, and his own announcement idea. It was almost five minutes before he spoke again, grin lighting up his face. "We could so do a mattress commercial! 'Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson and this is my future husband Kurt Hummel. Do you like sleeping on beds? We do too! In fact, we do more tha—"
"Blaine!" the not-teen-anymore blushed furiously.
"Okay, okay."
Kurt shifted in his seat, exchanging which leg crossed of which as he thought of his own 'formal announcement', "We could—just let Rachel do it for us," the taller man joked, "I just flash her the ring and she'll go all shrill-y." Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt's enthusiastic nod, "That, will also, never be forgotten."
"But probably," the curly-haired man began to reason, in an overly serious manner, "not the best way to instill a peace between you because, now that you are both brides—" he only winced slightly at getting hit in the arm by Kurt, "—then she'll want to know how, and then she'll find out that she ruined every time that I tried to propose, and not to mention she'll be totally jelly—" Blaine also purposely ignored Kurt's scolding of: "Don't say jelly!", "—over how much better your ring is than hers."
The shorter-man glanced at Kurt several times while trying to keep his eyes on the road but watch his fiancé's facial expressions change. After almost a minute of a slide show of said changing expressions, Kurt leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest, muttering in an attempted indignant (that really only came out smug) voice, "You have a point."
"We could always send out a mass text with a picture of the ring?" Blaine said with a shrug. This game was just too fun.
"Or a tweet!" The taller man bounced his leg in excitement, "We should totally send out a tweet!"
"We could also just change our relationship status on Facebook to married."
They both laughed.
"No," Blaine said after a few moments of them collecting themselves. "We should probably tell our parents and siblings before everyone else." He purposely avoided saying 'family' because technically Rachel was family, but with her knowing of their engagement was like telling everyone all at once anyways (most probably just from the sound of her voice alone spreading across the country). "Mom would murder me if she and dad found out with everyone else. You know how much she hates her shocked face."
"Yes, yes," Kurt agreed with a nod, "Dad would throw a fit, and I don't need his blood-pressure any higher. He's been so good lately, and I want him to at least let me marry you before he killed you."
The curly-haired man snapped a look at Kurt, "Hey!" But Blaine's fiancé just shrugged and waved a hand at him. "Can I at least enjoy the honeymoon?"
"Depends how well you beg," blue-eyes were focused on the cuticles of his right hand, but the illusion of Kurt's nonchalant attitude was ruined by his slightly upturned lips.
Oh, we can play this game, Blaine smirked and dragged his gaze as slowly as he dared (with the road begging to be watched) down Kurt's profile, whispering, "I am very good at begging."
A tingling shock went down Kurt's spine, making him shiver from the top of his head all the way down to his Doc Martens. The whole ordeal—because Oh my McQueen, really?—left him fanning himself slightly with his hand, shifting in his seat and trying to conger up pictures of Rachel's high-school wardrobe. Um... That didn't work… That short time where Blaine thought he was bi from kissing Rachel—Blaine's lips—kissing Blaine. Damnit! Get it together Hummel! Kurt smiled suddenly, leaning back in his seat and his hand fell to his chest—touching the ring currently hanging around his neck, Hummel-Anderson.
"We're here."
Kurt glanced outside the window at the restaurant, thoughts about 'cooling off' long gone. He knew where and when and all of the details of his birthday party, but he still felt compelled to criticize this place in this town. Nothing about Lima made him want to come back, and with the redistricting his old home (and subsequently his father and Carol) was no longer in Lima; but Kurt let his friends have the nostalgia...
Breadstix.
...but he absolutely refused to fake being surprised; even when Rachel decided to take Kurt's lack of said reaction out on Blaine.
"It's a surprise party! Kurt was supposed to be surprised! That's the whole point of a surprise party!"
Say surprise like that one more time and I'm going to surprise you with a napkin in your mouth... maybe eight, Kurt thought to himself, making it look like he was in turn ignoring Rachel seeing as how she was leaving him out the of the conversation, even with him standing. Right. There.
"Look, Rach, I'm sorry your surprise—" when Blaine finger quoted the words he tried his hardest not to smile at Kurt's mouthing 'I love you', "—didn't work but I was not going to force Kurt to act like he was when he knew about the whole thing. Besides, I told you that I didn't want it to be a surprise party. How surprised would Kurt honestly be going to a restaurant on his birthday, in his hometown, with his family and friends conveniently busy?"
Apparently though, she was having none of Blaine's reasoning because she promptly stormed off.
"—because I'm right," the curly-haired man weakly called after her, rolling his eyes before he looked over at Kurt and offered his arm to his fiancé, "Shall we mingle?"
"Oh, yes," Kurt took the pro-offered arm, "we shall."
After only thirty minutes of greetings, quick catching-up stories and birthday wishes, Burt Hummel climbed onto the small stage and fore-went the microphone since the party of people were barely thirty strong.
"Hello all," he said in a deep but clear voice. "You all know who I am, so there's no need for introductions seeing as how we all know who we are here for. Kurt, will you come up here son?"
The said not-teen flushed but smiled and stepped away from Blaine and his parents to join his own father on stage.
"Now before we get into the karaoke contest that I know you are all dying to start," laughs rang out through the room at the truth of the words, "I would like to say a few words to you about my son." Burt smiled and pulled Kurt into his side, "You all know him and don't have to hear me babble about how great he is and not already know it yourselves, but I'm gonna do it a little anyways." Everyone laughed again, smiles spreading throughout the crowd. "He's twenty today, and that is a great accomplishment in itself; but he works at Vogue and goes to the top musical theater school in the country. You've come so far, Kurt. I know your mom is proud of you and watches over you every second; and I am just as proud. Even with our differences and the misunderstandings, I somehow raised you in a way that you became a man to be proud of." Burt glanced over at Blaine meaningfully, "Even when you go through some rough patches, you always handled it like an adult, way before you were supposed to be one. I'm so proud of you; I don't think you'll ever know how much. I love you son, Happy Birthday."
The two embraced tightly and Kurt whispered his thanks into his father's ear, taking the stage for himself as Burt stepped down and moved back over to Carol. "Well, as hard as it was to not tear up at," Kurt got a few chuckles of his own from the crowd, "I just want to quickly thank all of you for coming and—Let the party begin!"
Cheers rang out and music picked up by the DJ while Rachel quickly got on stage and took one of the mics from the its stand and point at Kurt to go to another one as the melody for Dancing Queen became recognizable. Everyone in the room laughed at the girl's eagerness but cheered for Kurt to join non-the-less, which he did only a little begrudgingly—it was from Mama Mia after all.
It was all fun and laughter, Rachel trying to sing the song to do it justice but Kurt was having too much fun by shimmying that it was causing her to laugh and joke along with him. The (not so) impromptu audience cheered and danced along, and the overall feeling of the party was light-hearted.
...until Rachel jokingly pushed Kurt's chest lightly and felt what was hanging around his neck.
At first, she did not think much of it. Kurt wore all types of jewelry all the time, Rachel had seen it herself. So a necklace was not that out of place—but there in itself was the problem. When Kurt wore something, it was always to show it off, to twist the fashion lines and blend the genders a little. The fact that Kurt was hiding this necklace under his shirt was curious—disturbing even.
She tried to place what the necklace had felt like with reasons on why he would be hiding it from everyone; and she did all this while continuing to sing and smile, because she was an actress through and through.
...until she stopped altogether to stare at Kurt, shocked.
Her mouth opened before she could even think about why Kurt might be hiding this, "Blaine proposed?!"—or pull the microphone away from her mouth.
The melody continued on playing but any other sound throughout the restaurant died and everyone's attention was on Kurt, him and his thoroughly shocked face. Some guests turned their attention to Blaine himself, who had an equally shocked look on his face before he turned his eyes to his parents, his mom's face already growing red.
He covered his face with right hand and rubbed his eyes.
Oh, this is going to get ugly soon if we don't do damage control, Blaine thought to himself rubbing at his eyes before he removed his hand and set down his drink so that he was free handed as he moved up to the stage. Kurt was looking at him, his eyes clearly showing that he was completely not prepared for this to happen; and neither was Blaine, but he a lot faster at adapting to a sudden situation than Kurt.
Once he was on stage he smiled at his fiancé gently, his hands moving to the back of his neck where the necklace was latched. "I love you," Blaine whispered and kissed Kurt's cheek when the taller man responded in kind. He pulled the necklace from Kurt's shirt, ignoring the gasps in the room as the ring came into view. He removed the ring from the necklace and pulled Kurt's left hand up so that Blaine could slip the ring back into its rightful place.
They shared a smile before Blaine turned to announce to the crowd, "I proposed early this morning. Obviously," the shorter man wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist, "he said 'Yes.' Though this, was certainly not the way we wanted to tell everyone."
It was silent for only a beat before they were getting congratulations and well-wishes from all directions. Blaine laughed good naturedly, feeling Kurt slip his own arm around his waist, "Thank you all so much... but if we could just get a few minutes to talk to our parents, who are probably the most shocked right now, we would greatly appreciate it." He pulled at Kurt's waist, guiding him down the steps and over to where Burt was standing with Carol and Blaine's own parents.
The two young men stood there with their four parents in silence, a mix of emotions on each one of their faces. Kurt bravely spoke first, looking straight into his dad's eyes, "I'm sorry you found out this way. We were going to tell you, but Blaine just proposed this morning after I went over to his house last night."
"Well," Burt sighed and lifted his hat off his head to scratch at his scalp before returning the hat back to its place, "I'm not saying that I'm not upset for not knowing, but I understand you would have told me soon... despite Rachel."
Blaine nodded enthusiastically, looking at his own parents in turn, "We were talking about how we were going to break the news in the car, and we both decided that we would tell you first."
"Oh, sweetie," the curly-haired woman whispered, "I know that. So I'm not mad about that at all... I just—"
"—don't like your shocked face," Blaine smiled, "I know, mom."
After a few more minutes of quiet talking and hugs, their parents thoroughly placated that they would have told them much sooner than anyone else, they moved to mingle again. They received almost too many hugs to count, especially from Mercedes, and handshakes and more congratulations and questions about the wedding and even about when they were going to have kids (only Santana would do that).
But at the end of it all, when they were able to pull themselves away from the crowd and have a private moment sitting close to each other in a booth, they let out mutual sighs of frustration—at Rachel.
"The nerve," Kurt muttered, trying his hardest not to glare at the woman standing at the foot of the stairs to the stage (where she could hop up if no one was on it).
Blaine nodded in agreement, rubbing his thumb over the ring, "How did she even find out?"
The taller man shrugged, "We were just singing and dancing on stage and she bluttered it out. I was too shocked to try and deflect."
"It's okay, Kurt," he placed a kiss on the ring, smiling up at Kurt who kissed him on the mouth in return. "It may not have been how we wanted it—"
"At all."
"—but everyone knows now, there's nothing we can do about it."
Kurt smirked suddenly, eyes watching as Rachel climbed onto the stage, "Oh, I can think of a few things."
Hazel eyes followed Kurt's own blue gaze and Blaine could not help but smile, "Revenge is sweet then, isn't it?"
"Mhmm," Kurt hummed his assent, "Pay-back is most certainly a bitch, too."
A/N: There it is. I hope that was what you were looking for! Sorry if I seem rushed, I need to leave soon to get to work! Haha!
I hope you all enjoyed! Thank you for reading!
Until next time,
-Anjel Starlight
