"Kurt, hurry, hurry!" Blained yelled, dragging him by the hand through the crowd. "They're starting any minute and we have to get a good spot!"

"They're fireworks," Kurt said, struggling to keep up so Blaine wouldn't pull his arm right out of the socket. "They're in the sky. I'm sure we'll be able to see them." He didn't know how Blaine still had so much energy; he'd been at warp speed all day, all week really, all "we have to go here" and "we have to ride this" and "oh my god that's mickey we have to go meet mickey." Kurt was exhausted, and it was only his boyfriend's bright eyes and big smile that kept him moving one foot in front of the other. He was torn between not wanting it to end and grateful that this was their last night.

"But it's best up front," Blaine shrugged as they reached the gate that surrounded the castle. He turned to face Kurt and leaned back against it, eyes wide with excitement, mouse ears slightly askew on top of his curls. "Are you having fun?"

He looked more like a 5 year old than the 22 year old that he was, and Kurt couldn't help but smile in return; his energy was still as infectious as it had been the day he'd sung to him about skintight jeans. It shouldn't have surprised him that while their friends decided to spend spring break getting frightening levels of drunk on questionable islands, Blaine had excitedly suggested they spend the week in Disneyland.

"I am," Kurt nodded. "Best first Disneyland trip ever."

"Good," Blaine smiled, reaching out and pulling him toward the gate and stepping behind him, rocking up on his toes to rest his head on Kurt's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his waist. "It's time."

The fireworks began, quiet warning shots and then sailing higher, illuminating the sky around the castle in a rainbow of colors and smoke. Kurt could tell it was wrapping up when he heard Jiminy Cricket in front of him and Blaine Anderson behind him, singing in perfect harmony.

When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are

Blaine's breath tickled his ear and Kurt smiled, snuggling back into his embrace as Blaine tightened his arms.

"The end's the best part," Blaine whispered before he quietly picked the melody back up.

Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing

The trails of smoke from the final blast were low behind the castle when the distinctive whistle signaled one last firework; a misfire, Kurt thought. The ball of light rose high above the top pillar before exploding into a wide expanse of red and blue.

Kurt - Marry Me?

"Oh that's sweet," Kurt murmured as he felt Blaine's arms unwind from around him.

Wait. His name was Kurt.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned, wondering when everything had become a slow-motion dream sequence, to see Blaine grinning at him. When their eyes met he dropped to one knee, pulling a small box from the pocket of his shorts.

"I believe the fireworks asked a question," Blaine smiled, and even in the relative darkness of the park he could see the hope in his eyes, the adoration. The love. "Marry me?"

Kurt opened his mouth but found his throat no longer seemed to work. He tried again and only managed a quiet croak, so he settled for nodding his head furiously. Blaine slid the ring on and jumped up with a whoop, throwing his arms around Kurt's neck and kissing him soundly.

"I love you," Kurt finally managed to whisper when Blaine pulled away, eyes flickering between white gold band and hazel eyes. Blaine leaned in again, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder and tilting his mouth up to his ear. He started singing softly again.

When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true