A/N: I'm SO glad everyone liked this quick little fic I couldn't keep from writing. :D

Sad news: It'll only be about five chapters. Happy news: My inspiration to write has returned! :]

Enjoy Klaine's adorable picnic date! :D

Blaine made it to Kurt's place with a few minutes to spare, which he used to make himself look presentable. He utilized his rearview mirror as he patted down any stray hairs and straightened his bowtie. He had cut back on using them since graduating, but tonight was a special occasion. He hoped Kurt wouldn't mind it too much.

Blaine got out of his car and took the short trip from the curb to Kurt's front door. He shook his hands out, hoping to release some of his nerves. He hadn't been this nervous since he and Kurt had gone to prom together over three years ago. He blamed his nervousness on Wes. If Blaine hadn't brought the Warblers into this, perhaps he wouldn't be feeling so nervous right now. They had all eagerly accepted helping Blaine out, but with their assistance came endless teasing.

Blaine took one last deep breath before knocking three times on the door before him. He looked around anxiously as he waited for Kurt to open the door.

"Blaine?"

Blaine turned back toward the doorway and gasped. Kurt looked absolutely gorgeous. His hair was styled differently than usual, looking as if he had just stepped off of a yacht or some other such vehicle. It was wind-swept, lightly tousled, and Blaine loved it. His gaze roamed downward from Kurt's flawless hair to his beautiful face and then lowered to take in the dark blue sweater and black skinny jeans along with Kurt's favorite pair of stylish boots. Blaine raised his eyes back to Kurt's and smiled when he saw how deeply Kurt was blushing. Or perhaps it only looked so bad because of Kurt's perfect porcelain complexion, not that Blaine minded.

"You look amazing, Kurt," Blaine breathed.

"T-thanks," Kurt stuttered adorably.

Blaine stepped forward and wrapped Kurt in his arms. They shared a quick embrace and Blaine couldn't resist quickly kissing Kurt's delicious lips. Once he ended the kiss he quietly sang, "Gosh your lips are delicious," to which Kurt chuckled.

"Don't we have a date to get to?"

"Unfortunately," Blaine replied as he extended his hand to Kurt. Kurt took it and the couple walked toward Blaine's car. "Otherwise I would be perfectly content just gazing at your beauty and kissing you all night."

"That does sound nice," Kurt replied wistfully. He pouted adorably, probably trying to get Blaine to agree to do exactly as he wished, but Blaine merely shook his head with a fond smile gracing his lips.

Blaine opened Kurt's door, gestured to the passenger seat with a flourish of his hand, and waited until Kurt was seated comfortably before closing it and then running around to get into the car himself. He started the car and turned the radio to an acceptable volume before driving off in the direction of the park where the Warblers were stationed.

The two remained immersed in a comfortable silence for about ten minutes before Kurt spoke, breaking the still atmosphere other than the car radio playing softly in the background.

"Blaine, where are we going?"

"To the park," Blaine answered vaguely.

"Why?"

"Because parks are romantic…?" Blaine's voice rose at the end of the sentence, making it sound more like a question than an answer.

Kurt, sensing his boyfriend's attempt at keeping the surprise a surprise, allowed his curiosity to remain intact in order to spare Blaine's sanity. "Right," Kurt replied.

Blaine released a sigh of relief. If Kurt had kept questioning him, he was bound to accidentally let his plans slip; that would not be good. He turned the radio up a bit, hopefully to distract Kurt.

Admittedly, Blaine felt an insane amount of anxiety. He was more than excited to see how Kurt would react, but he was also terrified that Kurt would hate it. Moreover, he was terrified that Kurt would reject him. What if Kurt wasn't ready for such a commitment as marriage? What if he laughed in Blaine's face after he proposed? What if Kurt realized how he could have any gay man in New York City and that many of them were better than Blaine? Better looking, more mature, smarter, funnier… and the list went on. Consciously Blaine knew such thoughts were incredibly ridiculous, but that made no difference to his overactive imagination.

He would literally die if Kurt left his life. Just as their song said (Teenage Dream was now considered their song ever since its fated performance the first day they met), before meeting Kurt Blaine's life had been alright but kind of heavy, meaning Blaine wasn't being bullied anymore since he had transferred to Dalton but things with his parents were strained at best. He had Wes and David and the other Warblers to take his mind off of such things while he was boarding at school, but over the holidays he had been forced to spend awkward time with his parents and the rest of his father's side of the family. His mother had left her family the moment she had married his father, so Blaine didn't know many people from his maternal family. Thankfully the people he did know were accepting of him and his sexuality. He planned on secretly inviting aforementioned people to his wedding with Kurt. If such a wedding occurred anyway; Blaine wasn't about to get too cocky and just assume Kurt would say yes. And as also pointed out by their song, Kurt was Blaine's missing puzzle piece. Without Kurt, Blaine didn't feel complete, nor did he feel like his true self.

Within fifteen minutes, the car pulled up to the section of the park Blaine had set up. There was an enclosure of trees, protecting them from prying eyes. To the left there was a swing set and to the right was a sandbox. Dead center there was a picnic table with a red and white tablecloth already covered in multiple dishes containing Kurt's favorite foods. Beside the table laid Blaine's guitar on top of a dark blue plaid blanket laid out over the green grass.

"Blaine, you did all of this?" Kurt looked around, happily noticing a six-pack of Diet Coke set down next to the picnic blanket. Blaine even thought of his secret guilty pleasures!

"I did," Blaine replied. He stepped next to Kurt and wrapper an arm around his waist. "Do you like it?"

"Of course!" Kurt exclaimed giddily.

"Good. Do you want to eat first?"

"That sounds great," Kurt answered as he pulled Blaine toward the picnic table. Kurt sat down eagerly, pulling Blaine down to sit beside him. Blaine reached into a basket beneath the table that Kurt hadn't seen earlier in his haste and pulled out napkins, forks, spoons, and plates. He handed a plate, a fork, and a spoon to Kurt, gesturing for him to serve himself whatever he'd like.

Kurt surveyed the plethora of food on the table and decided on a slice of honey glazed ham with a bit of salad on the side. He looked over to see Blaine serving himself a slice of pizza and a bit of Chinese take-out. Once both men were served and seated, Blaine passed Kurt a fork and began to eat. Kurt followed suit, daintily cutting into his ham and taking a small bite. He unconsciously moaned contently as the food slid across his tongue.

"Blaine, this is delicious. Where did you get this?"

"Promise not to laugh?"

"Can't do that."

"Kurt."

"Fine, fine. I promise."

"Boston Market," Blaine mumbled ashamedly.

"Really?" Kurt asked incredulously as he took another bite. "This is amazing. I can't believe that's where you got it from. I didn't even know we had one around here!"

"Yeah… Mercedes recommended it actually."

That comment led to conversation about Mercedes and the other girls, which then led to reminiscing of their days at McKinley and who they still kept in touch with from their high school days. They ate while they talked and before long the food was gone, and whatever wasn't eaten was put back in the basket to be dealt with at a later time.

"Where are we going now?" Kurt asked excitedly as Blaine led him back to the car.

"Not too far," Blaine replied vaguely.

Kurt was about to protest when a blindfold, which was really a black tie, was wrapped around his eyes, completely blocking his vision.

"Blaine?" Kurt reached out, trying to find his boyfriend. He heard his seat belt click soon followed by another, which he assumed to be Blaine in the driver's seat. Kurt turned toward the noise and addressed his boyfriend sternly, "Blaine Warbler Anderson, you will tell me what this is about, and you will tell me this instant."

"It's a surprise," Blaine replied simply.

"A surprise like the time you surprised me by transferring to McKinley, or a surprise like the time you convinced my father to give me the sex talk?"

Unbeknownst to Kurt, Blaine blushed irrefutably at the mention of both incidents, although both blushes were for different reasons. "Like McKinley, definitely like McKinley. I promise you will be delightfully surprised rather than totally embarrassed."

"Good." With that final comment, Kurt remained silent for the rest of the short ride to the mystery location. Once the car stopped, Kurt reached up to take off his blindfold after unbuckling his seat belt but was stopped when he heard Blaine yelp and reach out to grab Kurt's wrists.

"Not yet!" Blaine yelped. "Just hold on a second, I'll help you out of the car."

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I'm waiting, I'm waiting."

Kurt waited somewhat impatiently as he heard Blaine's door close and his own door open. It was slowly approaching dusk and Kurt could feel a light cold breeze float past him as Blaine pulled him up into a standing position outside of the passenger door. Kurt sniffed experimentally and was rewarded with the wonderful scent of roses. The passenger door closed and Blaine wrapped his hands around Kurt's.

"This way."

"That might be helpful if I could actually see which direction you were implying."

Blaine rolled his eyes fondly. He pulled slightly on Kurt's hands and began walking backwards. "Just follow the sound of my voice."

Blaine rambled randomly as he continued walking backwards toward Kurt's surprise. He really hoped Kurt liked it.

"Almost there," Blaine said when the distance became three measly steps. "And… stop."

Blaine walked to stand behind Kurt and slowly untied the blindfold. He let it fall from Kurt's eyes and watched in anticipation as Kurt took in his new surroundings.

Kurt gasped. He now stood in front of a small clear water pond, whose surface was covered in floating rose petals as well as something that made Kurt smile: at least fifteen multi-colored toy dolphins drifting lazily across the water. To the side of the pond stood Wes, David, Thad, Trent, Nick, Jeff, and the rest of the Warblers, all dressed in their dapper Dalton uniforms and grinning widely. In a millisecond Kurt was jumping so high it was as if he was on a trampoline. Not able to hold in his excitement, he jumped onto his boyfriend. Caught by surprise, Blaine nearly fell backward at the force but managed to remain standing.

"Blaine! This is so sweet!" Kurt squeezed his arms tighter around Blaine's torso as he squealed. "And I can't believe you got all of the Warblers to come too!"

Blaine chuckled as he struggled to breathe beneath Kurt's relentless vice-like grip. "Kurt, as much as I love holding you, I'm sort of having trouble breathing at the moment. So if you'd maybe let me go for a minute?"

Kurt blushed and pulled back, still leaving his arms loosely weaved around his boyfriend. "Sorry."

"Not a problem," Blaine replied good-humoredly, "just needed to breathe a bit."

"I hate to be the one to interrupt this wonderful mush," Wes interrupted cheerily, obviously anything but sorry, "but Blaine has a song he wanted us to sing to you, Kurt. And some of the less loyal Warblers have plans they need to get to." There were scoffs at Wes' last comment, but they were quickly silenced by Wes raising his gavel threateningly which had made a guest appearance from the pocket of Wes' coat.

"You really should do something about his gavel obsession," Kurt remarked aside to Blaine.

"We staged an intervention once," Blaine replied, "but it didn't go all that well."

"Didn't I just interrupt you two?" Wes huffed. "Do I need to do so again?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Of course not, Wesley. You now have my full attention."

"Finally." Wes turned to face the gathering of Warblers who stood patiently behind him. "Warblers, to your positions."

Each Warbler nodded and the group moved as one into their traditional formation. Kurt smiled at the gesture, fondly remembering his numbers as a part of the group. He turned when Blaine left his side and giggled excitedly when Blaine took his place in the front of the group.

"Kurt, this is for you. I love you, so much." Blaine smiled dazzlingly at Kurt before gesturing for the group to begin harmonizing. The melody sounded familiar, but Kurt was still at a loss as to what the song was. Until Blaine began singing the first verse, that is.

[[At Last by Etta James]]

By the end of the song, Kurt had tears in his eyes. It was so beautiful, all of it. The song choice, Blaine's voice, the Warblers all coming together, the environment, and most of all was the loving gaze Blaine had fixed on Kurt throughout the entire performance.

Blaine walked toward his boyfriend (hopefully-soon-to-be fiancé), smiling widely. The song had gone off without a hitch and Blaine had kept eye contact with Kurt throughout the entire song without crying once. That was a big achievement for such an emotional moment. As he neared Kurt, Blaine realized that tears leaked from those glorious glass eyes that he had come to adore. Quickening his strides, Blaine was by Kurt's side in less than a second and gently wiping Kurt's tears.

"Kurt? Are you okay? What's wrong?" Blaine pulled Kurt close, cradling him in his arms.

Kurt sniffled in Blaine's arms and buried his head in his boyfriend's chest. Blaine was starting to become concerned and looked in Wes' and David's direction, hoping for some help. Both friends merely shrugged, bemused expressions on their faces. They had rarely been allowed to see Kurt cry, so they were at more of a loss than Blaine was.

"Kurt, sweetheart?" Blaine cooed in his boyfriend's ear. "Everything's going to be okay. Nothing is going to hurt you while I'm here, okay? Do you want to talk about why you're crying?"

Kurt's sniffles quieted and he slowly removed himself from Blaine's arms. He wiped his eyes with his sweater's sleeve and took a deep, shuddering breath. Once he had regained control of his voice, he sighed. He then smiled at Blaine and said, "That was just so beautiful."

Blaine released a huge sigh of relief. Kurt was perfectly fine; he was only crying because the song had touched him, moved him. Blaine had been worried that perhaps Kurt had realized what was about to happen and wanted to get away and was crying because he didn't want to hurt Blaine's feelings. Thinking about it rationally, Blaine berated himself for even imagining such a thing about Kurt. Blaine's mind came up with the most ridiculous scenarios. Stupid brain, he thought to himself, stupid imagination. He stepped forward and brought Kurt back into his arms, this time due to joy rather than worry.

"Hey! We sang too!"

"Yeah! What about us, Kurt?"

"Were we so beautiful too?"

"You love us too, don't you?"

Kurt chuckled as the remaining Warblers spoke their peace. Kurt recognized the main voices easily: Wes, David, Jeff, and Nick. The other Warblers were either making similar comments or laughing at the state of affairs. Slowly, reluctantly, Kurt pulled out from Blaine's embrace and looked over at the boys he had grown close to. The boys who had protected Blaine and had also protected Kurt. He owed them so much, whether they thought so or not.

"Yes Wes, I heard you singing. Yes David, you were all amazing. Jeff, I said the performance was beautiful as a whole, so I suppose that includes you. And yes Nick, I love you guys too."

The groups of normally dapper, but not extremely rowdy, boys cheered and dashed toward Kurt. They smothered him in hugs, handshakes, kisses to the cheek, claps on the back, and shouted congratulations. It was a bit overwhelming, but Kurt had never felt more at home, other than the times he was actually home. Kurt returned the greetings and affection to the best of his ability until he began to feel a bit claustrophobic and decided he needed some air.

"Alright, that's enough," Blaine said from his position outside the mob of Warblers. He had watched with a soft smile as the boys he had grown with surrounded Kurt and enveloped him. It was quite funny to watch Kurt become frazzled by all the boys he had come to know during his short time at Dalton. It was sweet the way the boys had taken to Kurt so quickly, especially after Wes and David had found out about Kurt's situation.

Kurt shot Blaine a grateful smile. Blaine had gotten so good at reading Kurt over the years. While in the beginning Blaine had been his clueless, oblivious self Kurt had given him a stern loving talk about what to expect from him if their relationship was going to last. Blaine had taken the talk to heart and told Kurt what to expect from himself as well. That had been one of the smartest decision they had ever made. Communication and honesty had become the focal points of their relationship and still remained strong, even after all this time.

When none of the Warblers seemed to be moving, Kurt knew he had to take drastic measures. Contemplating between simply pushing through the mob to get to Blaine and coming up with some elaborate hoax, Kurt grinned as he reached a decision.

"Is that Pamela Anderson?" Kurt asked incredulously, pointing toward a blond girl who just happened to be about fifty feet away. The majority of the crowd turned around quickly, searching for whom Kurt was pointing out. Kurt took the opportunity to his advantage and quickly ran to Blaine's side.

"They tried to smother me!" He exclaimed dramatically. At the exclamation the horde of boys turned back to Kurt. Most of them looked annoyed at being hoodwinked.

"We were not!" Wes dissented. "We were merely sharing the love."

"Can you feel the love tonight?" Jeff sang the line, causing the other Warblers to chuckle.

"How it's laid to rest?" Nick continued.

"It's enough to make kings and vagabonds believe the very best." Wes and David chimed.

"No! We are not singing that song right now!"

"Why not, Kurt?"

"Because… because…" Kurt tried in vain to think of an acceptable reason, but couldn't no matter how hard he tried.

"You love Disney, don't you?"

"Yes…"

"And you love The Lion King, right"

"Yeah…"

"So, then why not?"

"Because… It'd be so cliché." Kurt responded triumphantly. "Yeah, and I dislike clichés. Almost hate them really."

"That's true," Blaine added.

"Fine," Wes conceded. "But we're singing it while you guys kiss after Kurt says yes."

Blaine's eyes widened comically and David quickly jabbed Wes in the ribs with his elbow, setting off an indignant "OW!" from the Asian.

Kurt's suspicions immediately arose. "After I say yes to what?" He whirled around to face Blaine, but Blaine looked away before Kurt could use his arsenal of weapons to get him to confess. "After I say yes to what?" he repeated, this time fixing each Warbler with an intense stare. Each person either looked away uncomfortably or shook their head to signal they weren't going to talk.

Kurt sighed, frustrated. "Fine. Don't tell me. I'll just go wait in the car." He set off toward Blaine's black sedan at a brisk pace, letting his anger fuel him. He knew Blaine would cave eventually anyway.

"Kurt, wait!" Blaine ran to catch up to Kurt. Once in reach, he securely wrapped his fingers around Kurt's elbow. "I have something I wanted to ask you."

A/N: So this story has just been flowing. I already have the next few chapters written! :D