A/N: Before you ambush me, I'd like to apologize for taking so long to update.

I have been having writer's block lately and it's been hard for me to write anything.

This chapter is a peace offering that will hopefully hold you all over.

Thanks so much for the reviews/alerts. You're all amazing! :D

Without further ado, here is chapter two. (Yep, I rhymed.) Enjoy!

Edit: I feel like an idiot for forgetting to mention this.

TOMORROW IS THE DAY, KLAINERS. TOMORROW IS THE FIRST TIME. :D It's going to be perfect and we're all going to die afterwards, but it'll be totally worth it. If you're in the mood for some spasming, I'm all ears. PM me here or we can talk on my Tumblr (which is in my profile). I just want some people to share the Klaine-ness with. XD

Chapter 2

"I know! I was so surprised. I honestly was not expecting him to propose at all." Kurt was gushing with Mercedes and Rachel on a three-way call as he walked toward the baggage claim. He had planned on calling them last night as soon as he and Blaine got back to the hotel room, but the couple had found themselves a bit… preoccupied by the time they had returned. After some heated kisses in the back of a taxi cab, Kurt should have seen it coming.

He had then planned to call them when he woke up the next morning, but Blaine had chosen that moment to tell him that he hadn't packed. At all. And so Kurt was forced to use up his morning quickly packing Blaine's things before their flight left, which left no time for girl talk.

As soon as they had landed in Lima, Kurt called his two girls to apologize about the late update. They had understood. Mercedes had sounded very Santana-like, asking how the night had gone and wanting details. Rachel had been ecstatic and wanted to know every single detail about the proposal. How the skyline looked, how many people were there, if he or Blaine was harassed, etc. Kurt had answered all of their questions, blushing furiously as he told Mercedes the less intimate details of his and Blaine's night, promising to tell her more once they saw each other in person. Now they were gushing over the wedding.

"Seriously Kurt, you have to decide your theme and venues now. If you plan on getting into anywhere high-quality, you need to book reservations at least a year in advance," Rachel decreed knowingly. "For you and Blaine I'd recommend a green and blue theme. It would represent both of your eyes in a way, since you have glasz eyes and Blaine's are hazel. Or you could use a forest theme. Or even an earth/sky or earth/water theme. Whichever suits your tastes most at the time. And I think you should thoroughly consider having your wedding in New York. It would be amazing. Maybe in a botanical garden or in Central Park."

"That is the plan Rachel, considering there are a limited number of states in which we can legally marry," Kurt quipped.

"Hold on. My white boy is getting married in New York? As in the Big Apple?"

Kurt chuckled. "Yes, Merce."

"When is this going down?"

"My dad wants us to wait until I turn twenty-one, so not for a few more years if it goes that way."

"If?" Kurt could hear the smirk in Mercedes' voice. "You mean you're thinking about doing it earlier?"

Kurt flushed. Blaine, who was pushing their baggage cart beside him looked over, a mixture of curiosity and amusement on his features. Kurt stuck his tongue out at him and continued to speak to Mercedes.

"'Cedes," he whined, "Please don't say things like that."

She laughed. "Fine, I apologize. But I'm saying right now, if you two get eloped or anything, I want an invite. Understood?"

Kurt chuckled. "Of course. I wouldn't get married at all without you two there. You are my girls, after all."

"I can't wait, Kurt!" Rachel squealed. "You're going to look amazing in whatever you design. And we'll all finally be able to own one of your creations!" Kurt and the girls had decided earlier that Kurt would make the bridesmaids' dresses instead of buying them. Not only would it save money, but it would also give Kurt some hands-on experience with real people and real clothes. He was thrilled to make dresses for all of his female friends.

"Thanks for the enthusiasm."

"I'm being serious, Kurt! You have so much talent when it comes to designing. I just know that you are going to be a famous designer someday. And as one of your best friends, I demand a discount. And one-of-a-kind dresses for all my Broadway cast parties, which you will of course be invited to. I could even sing at your wedding! Maybe not though… I wouldn't want to be the center of attention on your special day. But wouldn't that just be amazing? I can just imagine the music playing in the background while I sashay in while wearing the most beautiful red dress…" Rachel prattled on about her future success as a Broadway star while Kurt and Mercedes pretended to listen. Kurt could just imagine Mercedes' bored look and Rachel glowing face. Eventually Mercedes intervened, saving the both of them from endless chatter.

"Rachel, as wonderful as all of that is, we are supposed to be grilling Kurt for details about the wedding." Mercedes quickly continued before Rachel could pick up speed again. "Who's going to be your best man, Kurt? Are you both having best men? Or is Blaine going to have the groomsmen and you'll have us girls on your side?"

"Hm, haven't really thought of that." Kurt always assumed that he would never find that special someone. And if he had it wouldn't be until his mid-thirties. But then Blaine had come along.

Blaine, the world's most amazing, sexy, and lyrical boy Kurt had ever met. Kurt had instantly fallen in love, although he wouldn't admit that aloud to anyone. That day at Dalton when Blaine had sung "Teenage Dream," looking at Kurt the whole time, Kurt knew it was over. He knew Blaine was the one for him. Blaine had been so understanding and selfless throughout the whole Karofsky situation. And Kurt would have never survived the transfer to Dalton without Blaine. And the fact that Blaine had actually transferred to McKinley to be with Kurt for their final year of high school meant more than words could say.

Blaine had changed Kurt's entire life, completely flipped it upside down. He had taught Kurt that while life is hard, all you need is a little courage and things will get better. He taught Kurt that there was such a thing as a soulmate and true love. He taught Kurt to face his fears, rather than hide from them. He taught Kurt that although he may feel down sometimes, there were always people who loved him for who he was.

"Kurt? Are you even listening to me?" Rachel's voice burst through Kurt's stream of thought.

"Oh, yeah. Of course, Rach. Sorry. Got a little lost in thought."

"It's understandable. Blaine is the love of your life after all. I can't really blame you for daydreaming about how absolutely perfect your wedding is going to be."

"Rachel, even I know that Kurt was not thinking about the wedding. What's up Kurt? What has you so deep in thought?" Mercedes always had an uncanny way of knowing when something was bothering him ever since the Karofsky situation died down.

"I was just thinking about how much my life has changed in four short years," Kurt replied wistfully.

"I would hardly call our high school careers short," Mercedes scoffed. "They were the longest and hardest years we've ever had. All the slushies, glee club drama, losing you to Dalton, getting you back, going to Nationals just to lose, everything else that happened…," she took a calming breath. "I'm surprised it all found a way to fit."

"I will have you know that I had nothing to do with our loss at Nationals," Rachel defended, noticing the tone Mercedes had used when talking about losing in New York. That had been a fateful year. So much had happened. It felt so long ago, yet as if it were just yesterday at the same time.

"Sorry to interrupt," Kurt started as he was so caught up in his thoughts that he had completely forgotten Blaine stood beside him. Blaine was tugging on Kurt's hand to get his attention. "We're at the car, Kurt. Tell them we'll see them soon."

Kurt nodded, still partially in a haze of thought. "Girls."

The squabbling that had been going on instantly ceased. Kurt smiled to himself. Rachel and Mercedes might both be as big a diva as he was, but he still knew how to get them to pay attention.

"We're getting into the car now. Since I've been talking to you two since the minute I got off the plane, my fiancé would like some of my time. We will see you both soon."

"Right," Mercedes sounded a tad guilty about keeping Kurt so engaged, "See you soon, white boy."

"Well," Rachel huffed, annoyed at being interrupted and shut down by someone who wasn't even in on their conversation. "I look forward to seeing you both."

Kurt chuckled inwardly at Rachel's attitude. Some things would never change, and Kurt had a feeling that this was one of them. "Right. Bye girls."

"Bye," they chorused.

Kurt hung up his cell phone, smiling to himself. There were so many things to look forward to: dress fabric shopping with all his girls, picking out themes and locations with Carole and Mercedes, deciding on food with Rachel, organizing place cards and invitations with Blaine…

"A sickle for your thoughts?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. Blaine and his Harry Potter references. They were extremely dorky, but Kurt found himself loving them as well. "Nothing really, just thinking about all of the planning that goes into a wedding."

"Kurt," Blaine smiled as he gently took Kurt's hands into his own, "You planned the entirety of Carole and Burt's wedding from what I've been told. Finn said something about you marrying and divorcing your dolls in so many ways that he had a headache just thinking about it." Kurt chuckled, fondly remembering the time his father had married Carole and he had convinced Finn that he was more than competent in the arena of planning a wedding. "I'm absolutely positive that you will be perfect and our wedding will be just as fabulous as you."

Kurt leaned in and kissed Blaine gently on his nose. Blaine's nose scrunched out of reflex and Kurt laughed. Blaine wiggled his nose, which only made Kurt giggle louder. He pulled Kurt into his arms and sighed contently.

"What did I ever do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?" Kurt mused softly.

"I ask myself that same question every single day," Blaine replied.

They stood together for far too short a time before they remembered where they were and where they were supposed to be.

"Blaine, we should probably get going," Kurt pointed out.

"We probably should," Blaine agreed. Neither boy made a move to step out of the embrace.

Kurt sighed. He reluctantly removed himself from Blaine's arms, nearly throwing himself back into them when he saw the sad look that crossed Blaine's face. Kurt steeled himself and turned toward Blaine's car, starting to put his and Blaine's luggage into the trunk.

Blaine moved Kurt's hands. "I'll take care of it," he said, taking the luggage himself and placing it into the trunk. He exerted some effort in picking up Kurt's bag of clothes and placing it safely into the trunk. "I'm not sure how you can pick up that bag of yours anyway," Blaine teased.

Kurt mock-glared but quickly gave it up as Blaine chuckled and moved to open the passenger side door for him. "Why thank you kind sir," he said with an affected air. He carefully placed himself into the seat and buckled his seat belt as Blaine opened the driver's door and sat in the driver's seat.

Blaine buckled his seat belt as well before starting the engine of the car. He looked at Kurt, taking a hand and squeezing it lovingly between them. Kurt smiled affectionately, returning the squeeze. Blaine continued holding Kurt's hand as they drove the thirty minute drive from the airport to Kurt's home. Kurt watched the scenery fly by as they went, smiling to himself all the while.

They may be stuck in Ohio for a bit longer, a place where they had to subdue their true nature to protect themselves, but once they were in New York, Kurt was sure everything would be more than alright. The city was gorgeous and full of endless possibilities. Kurt would be able to finally exhibit his fashion sense to people who could appreciate and understand it. They'd be able to be happy and someday married, legally, all while being close to their friends and their dreams. Frankly, Kurt couldn't wait.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is short (or at least it seems short to me). I'm sort of experiencing a writer's block at the moment, and so I wrote this because I feel so horrible for making you all wait. This is mostly filler, just talking about how Kurt's feeling about everything. Next chapter they'll be in the Hudmel home, and it is going to be full of cheer and laughter. Personally, I can't wait to write it and see what happens. :D

Although there's really nothing to review, I'd appreciate if you would. Anything you have to say will be taken into account. I would really REALLY be grateful if you guys would send in something you'd like to happen at the Hudmel home when Blaine and Kurt arrive. Everyone will be there: the whole of New Directions, Wes and David, Burt and Carole, and the works.

I'm thinking about getting Kurt a puppy. Thoughts?

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. See you all next chapter. :D