A/N: Thanks again for the reviews/alerts/favorites-you guys are my favorite people, and are making my midterms much easier to bear. I love you all, in a totally non-creepy way! So for day four, I give you Anniversary Klaine! It takes place in the future, and it's fluffy as all get out. :)

"I think you did this so that you only have one date to remember," Kurt said as he and Blaine walked into their apartment.

"Oops, you caught me," Blaine replied, smiling at him and reaching for his hand to examine the ring that sat proudly on his left hand. "I'd like to think that I was being clever, but I was really just being sentimental and sappy."

"I wouldn't expect you to be anything other than that," Kurt said, turning to face Blaine. "I have to admit that I really was not expecting the a cappella boys' choir…or the dancing…and definitely not the ring-I thought you had just gone all out for our anniversary."

"I can understand why you'd think that," Blaine laughed. "I do have a flair for the dramatic when it comes to our anniversary."

"You marched into a lecture hall at Oberlin my freshman year-a school you didn't even go to, in case you had forgotten, and serenaded me in front of my 8am Theory II class. You capped the performance by releasing doves."

"Okay, so that was a little over the-"

"It took me two years to live it down, Blaine, and by that time I had transferred to NYU," Kurt interrupted. "People remembered after I had transferred, and felt that it was necessary to write about it on my Facebook."

"At least it was memorable," Blaine muttered as he loosened his tie.

"Oh honey," Kurt said, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around Blaine, pressing a kiss to his neck. "I loved it, and I love you. Quite obviously, as I agreed to marry you tonight."

"Yeah, you did," Blaine said, turning around and resting his forehead against Kurt's and beginning to undo the buttons of Kurt's shirt. "So, fiancé, any ideas about the wedding?"

"Well, it's only been a couple of hours," Kurt said, rucking Blaine's shirt up out of his pants, "but I can safely say that I've ruled out doves. Even if they do shit glitter."

"What?" Blaine laughed, looking quizzically at Kurt.

"I never told you? Oh my god," Kurt giggled as he unbuttoned Blaine's shirt. "Well, at my dad and Carole's wedding, I had doves. Glitter-shitting doves."

Blaine started laughing hysterically, pulling Kurt close to him. "I love you, oh my god, I can't believe you did that, it's so you-"

"I was young, and I really liked the dramatic-"

"Wait-liked? Because unless I'm mistaken, you seemed to like my dramatic proposal. I think that you don't like doves."

"Shut up and let me undress you," Kurt whined, pulling away from Blaine a little and giving him a scathing look.

"I think I'm immune to the bitchface now, darling," Blaine said, bopping Kurt on the nose, before lowering his voice to say, "but I'm really not opposed to the undressing idea."

"To the bedroom, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt said, dragging a finger down Blaine's now bare chest, earning a shiver.

"Indeed Mr. Hummel," Blaine breathlessly laughed before shoving Kurt against the wall, fisting his hand in the material of Kurt's undershirt and taking his lower lip between his teeth. "But then again, there is a perfectly good couch out here," he growled.

"Yes. Couch. Now," Kurt replied, wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist. Blaine stumbled backwards a little bit before getting his bearings and lowering Kurt onto the couch. He had managed to get Kurt's pants off and was working on his (very, very sexy) black boxer briefs when there was a knock at the door.

"No," Kurt groaned, "keep going, please, for the love of whatever the hell's out there, keep going."

Blaine smiled wickedly and nipped at the waistband of Kurt's underwear with his teeth. Kurt gave a moan and his head flopped backwards. Blaine was on his way to pulling the garment off with his teeth when a light was switched on, and they both froze.

"Surprise," screamed Rachel, holding a bottle of champagne. When she saw the scene in front of her, she gave a small whimper, then retreated to the kitchen, where Kurt and Blaine heard another voice, sounding suspiciously like Finn.

"Um, guys," they heard him start awkwardly, "happy anniversary and shit…um…we'll leave the champagne on the table…night!"

The door slammed, and Blaine rested his head on Kurt's stomach, shaking with laughter. "Oh my god," he murmured, "that could have been mortifying."

"You mean it wasn't?"

"Well, it could have been worse, at least you still had underwear on," Blaine said, pressing a kiss just to the side of Kurt's navel. "Now where were we?"

"Right about there," Kurt moaned as Blaine continued to kiss a path downward.