Part 3

Saturday

There was tension in the air, or at least, around Kurt's mind there was.

He stood there, leaning against the concrete wall, biting his lip, and checking his watch for the billionth time this morning. His foot was tapping lightly against the cement sidewalk. Impatience and anticipation were streaming through his blood a thousand miles a minute. His arms folded against his chest once more as his eyes scanned the busy street, in hopes of spotting his friend.

A few minutes passed of this same routine before Kurt's phone vibrated in his jacket pocket, causing him to huff, frustrated. He pulled it out and glared down at the small screen, finding a new text message under the name Rachel.

I see you! *

Kurt's face brightened; he had expected her to say she was running late, and apologize for it. His head snapped up to look around the crowds of passerby, and sure enough, he managed to spot a familiar burgundy coat approaching. He quickly pressed his fingers to his touch screen in a reply.

I see you too, unless someone has stolen your coat since last week.

He watched her as she reached the crosswalk on the opposite side of the street before he felt his phone buzz again.

Was that last week already? Wow, good Manhattan quality Starbucks really makes time fly. *

Kurt laughed.

You're cute.

Rachel glanced down at her phone, and Kurt saw her grin. She seemed to quickly type something back before she weaved her way through the sea of New Yorkers crossing the street.

You're cuter. *

Kurt glanced back up just in time to find his best friend standing in front of him, and he smiled. "Aw shucks."

"Now I must ask: Is there any specific reason why you wanted to meet me today? I mean, you sounded kinda anxious on the phone yesterday."

"I was anxious; I still am anxious!"

"Shall we get coffee first?"

"Are you sure you want to put caffeine in my system when it's already anxious?"

"...Sure?"

"I'm just saying I might end up getting too hyped, and then you won't be able to understand a single word I'm saying."

Rachel giggled. "Like I said, you're cute."

"Hey, I'm being serious!"

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong! I mean, I don't think so..."

"Okay, we don't have to get coffee right now, but you really look like you need to sit down and make yourself calm."

"I am calm!"

"Nope, not buying it," she said, grabbing his shoulders, turning him around, and pushing him inside the coffee shop. "Now spill!" she demanded the moment they sat down at an empty table.

"Okay, but I'm just going to warn you now, you'll freak out when I tell you."

"Tell me!"

"...It's about...Blaine..."

Rachel's eyes went wide. "What is it? Did something happen? Oh my god, you guys broke up, didn't you? Where is he right now? I'll go get Finn to kick his-"

"Rachel! Rachel! Slow down! We didn't break up, we're fine!"

Rachel shut up and her shoulder fell in relief. "Thank god." She sat up to lean over the table. "But what is it then?"

"...Look, I might be completely over-thinking this, so I'm not saying it's a definite-"

"Kurt!" Rachel said impatiently.

"Okay, okay! We were decorating our Christmas tree last night, and I went into the kitchen to make some margaritas."

"Uh-huh."

"Well...when I left, he started singing..." he cut off, dropping his eyes to stare at the table.

Rachel's eyebrows rose in curiosity. "Which song?"

Slowly, Kurt's eyes rose up to meet hers. "Marry You."

Rachel gasped. "The one we sang at your dad's wedding?"

Kurt nodded, causing Rachel to gasp again with her hands flying up to cover her mouth. "Rachel, I think it's a sign."

"A sign for what?"

"He's ready."

Rachel gasped a third time and Kurt rolled his eyes. "You really think so? Oh my god, Kurt! This is perfect!"

"I guess-"

"I mean, you two already act like you're married anyway! Oh Kurt! Please tell me I get to be the maid of honor!"

"Rachel!"

"What?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here; he hasn't even proposed!"

"Well, he better hurry his dorky ass up then! It's already been a year since you told me about your whole 'Mr. Anderson' thing." It was at that moment when a sliver of realization struck her. "But wait, you caught him singing; if he proposed, the magic of the surprise would be ruined! You'll see it coming, Kurt!"

"I know. That's actually the real reason I called you."

Rachel eyed him, curiosity burning hot inside her.

Kurt leaned across the table- almost close enough he might kiss her. "I've been thinking about this for a while, and...I want to catch him completely off-guard-"

Realization hit Rachel like a ton of bricks.

"I want to propose to him."

She let out a loud squeal, causing a few heads to turn and Kurt to shush her with a laugh. "Oh Kurt! This is perfect! He won't suspect a thing! Oh god, I can already see the look on his face, the tears in his eyes when he says yes and flings himself into your arms-"

"And we're getting ahead of ourselves again!"

"Sorry."

"I called you because I need your help."

"My h- wait, my help? With what?"

"How to propose! I don't know what I want to do!"

"This whole thing happened just last night, didn't it?"

"Well yeah-"

"Then you shouldn't worry if you can't think of anything today; especially if you haven't had your coffee yet this morning."

Kurt laughed. "Coffee can wait."

"You can wait!"

"But I don't want to wait! I love Blaine, we've been together for almost seven years, I'm ready, and I really think he's ready, so why wait?"

"Kurt, listen to yourself. Look at what happened between Finn and I! We've only been solid again for about two years! I learned from the mistakes he and I made back in Ohio, trying to rush into a marriage because we thought it would last even though we weren't even out of high school! You were there, and you saw where that got us!"

"...I-"

"Look, I know you and Blaine love each other, and I know you're more than ready for this big step, but-"

"Okay," Kurt cut her off.

"What?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right; a healthy everlasting marriage won't be one that was rushed into, and I want my first marriage to be my only."

Rachel flashed him a small smile.

"But I'd still really appreciate your help."

"No rushing though, right?"

"We might want to do it or else he'll end up proposing anyway, and what's the fun in that?" He winked at her. "Other than that, nope, no rush."

"Then I accept. Now let's get some good quality coffee in your system."

"You okay, Blaine? You seem upset or something."

Blaine snapped out of his trance to look up at Finn, who was leaning against the counter on the opposite end of the kitchen. "What?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Oh! Yeah, everything is fine!"

"Then can I ask exactly why you asked me to come over? You sounded really desperate on the phone this morning."

"Well... I need your help, Finn."

"With what?"

"...It's about your brother..."

Finn frowned. "Did he do something? Or did you guys get in a fight? Wait, you're not breaking up with him, are you?"

"No, no! Nothing like that! It's just..."

"What?"

"Well, Kurt and I have been together for a long time, and I really love him; yesterday I realized that...well...I-"

"Just spit it out already, Blaine!"

"I want to ask him to marry me."

The room was encompassed in silence at Blaine's last word. Finn stared at him with a look of utter shock, which quickly transformed into one of pure joy. "No way! Finally!" He reached over and clapped Blaine on the shoulder in a congratulatory gesture. "That's awesome!"

"Yeah, but here's the problem: I'm asking Kurt Hummel to marry me!"

"Okay?"

"Well, it's Kurt! It needs to be special and it needs to be perfect. Finn, you're his brother; you should know what he'd like more than I do."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that-"

"Well, either way, I need you to help me figure out how I'm going to ask him."

Finn paused, allowing himself to process this before continuing. "Have you had any ideas yet?"

"I...no, I haven't really thought about it." Blaine's cheeks flushed a light pink. "To be honest, I can't really think about anything else right now except imagining the look on his face when he says yes- that is if he says yes."

"He will," Finn said flatly.

Blaine allowed his lips to curve into a smile.

"So, why do you need my help?"

"Because I'll probably screw it up if I don't have any help, and you get close to Kurt without him suspecting a thing."

Finn frowned. "I don't know, Blaine."

"You don't want to help me?"

"No! I mean, of course I do, but..."

"But?"

"It seems risky. I mean, you want to surprise him, don't you?"

Blaine nodded.

"Then we have to be careful; Kurt's good at suspecting when something is up."

"Well, then we just need to be more sneaky I guess."

"I guess so."

"Now, 'any chance you have any ideas? I'm open to suggestions."

Finn brought a hand up to gently rub his forehead. "Not right now. I honestly have a headache; I didn't get a chance to eat today."

"Then let's talk about it over lunch?"

Finn's eyes lit up at the request, and he smiled. "Sure."

"Great."

End of chapter 3! Yeah, this one is a bit shorter, but the next one should be longer. Be prepared guys, proposal ideas start in the next chapter!

That's it for now. Back to my Deleted Scenes Fic I guess! But first I'm going to take a looooong needed nap.

Peace out y'all!