A/N: I would just like to say that the ordering pizza part of this chapter was not planned. I just wanted pizza at the time. Moral: never write a story when you're hungry, or said craving will appear in the story. xD
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Time flew by and before anyone knew it, it was time for everyone to head home. Quinn was going over to Brittany's place along with Santana for a Holy Trinity Sleepover. Mike and Tina were staying at Tina's house since her parents were out of town for the week. Puck was staying over to hang out with Finn. Mercedes and Rachel were both going back to their respective homes. Burt and Carole had begged Kurt and Blaine to stay for the night, so the couple willingly agreed.
Kurt and Blaine were going to sleep in Kurt's bedroom down in the basement. The two made their way downstairs and Kurt surveyed the room. It was just as he had left it before going off to New York with Blaine – immaculate. Kurt excused himself to go use the bathroom which was conveniently attached to his bedroom; Burt had given in to this request, knowing how long Kurt could take with his routine.
Blaine looked around while Kurt was doing whatever he was doing in the bathroom, most likely fixing his hair or something like that. The walls of Kurt's room were a solid gray and the floor consisted of mismatched throw rugs laid next to each other to hide any piece of the offending concrete floor trying to slip through. The rugs were made up of an alternating pattern of reds, grays, and blacks. As Blaine glanced at the carpets, he remembered something Kurt had told him once, "I look best in reds, grays, and blacks because they accentuate my skin tone, Blaine. How can you not know that?" He smiled at the memory before turning his gaze to Kurt's bed. The linens were the same gray as the walls; the quilt was black; and the pillows were red. He had only been to Kurt's bedroom once before, and at that time he wasn't really interested in what the sheets looked like…
"Blaine?" Blaine pulled himself out of his thoughts before they got any worse.
He turned to face Kurt who stood in the doorway of the bathroom."Yeah?"
"Are you okay?" Kurt walked to Blaine, bringing his hand to Blaine's cheek. "You were staring pretty intently at my bed."
Blaine flushed, thinking Kurt had caught him in his thoughts about the last time the two had been in a bed. "Just spaced out a bit… nothing to worry about." Uncreepy thoughts, Anderson. Think dapper thought. Only think dapper thoughts.
Kurt noticed Blaine's cheeks flush, but decided not to bring it up. "Alright." Kurt flopped onto his bed, causing Blaine to notice that Kurt was already in his pajamas: black silk lounge pants and a white tee-shirt that hugged his toned muscles in all the right ways. "What do you want to do? Watch a movie?"
Kurt's attire was definitely not helping with where Blaine's thoughts had been just moments before. Blaine looked away from Kurt to hide the telltale blush that he could feel creeping up his neck. "Yeah, a movie sounds great. I'm just going to go use the restroom real quick." Without waiting for a response, Blaine strode to the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
Kurt was a little surprised by Blaine's behavior but shrugged it off as jet-lag. He walked over to his collection of DVDs and decided to watch something on his laptop instead. He grabbed it from off the top of his luggage and lay back down on the bed. Now to decide what to watch.
Breakfast at Tiffany's? Not really. Devil Wears Prada? Maybe later. Titanic? Too sad. Maybe a Disney movie? Yeah, that sounds good. But which one? Lion King? No. Mulan? Watched it yesterday. Toy Story? Not tonight. Oh, I know! We'll watch Beauty and the Beast. Kurt smiled triumphantly, glad he had come to a decision pretty quickly. He opened up the website he watched movies on and typed in Beauty and the Beast. He clicked the link and waited for the video to buffer.
Meanwhile, Blaine was looking at his reflection in the vanity mirror trying to calm down. It was much too early to be thinking about making love with Kurt again. They had done it copious times last night to celebrate the proposal. Besides, Kurt's brother and parents were in the house! Along with Puck, and this would make things even more embarrassing if they were to get caught in the heat of passion.
Blaine still could not get over the fact that he had proposed only last night. It felt like it was days ago, months even. But that was how it was when he was with Kurt; time flew yet dragged slowly by at the same time. Kurt was the one for him; there was no doubt about it.
Blaine sighed in relief as he noted his pants were no longer tenting. He changed into a pair of sweats and his old Dalton tee-shirt. He ran his hands through his incredibly messy curls. Not much I can do about that… good thing Kurt likes my hair better this way. Blaine looked himself over one last time and then left the bathroom.
He opened the door to see Kurt lying on the bed, his laptop in his lap. For a second Blaine just stood there, admiring the person he had come to love immensely and fully. Kurt was beautiful; the most beautiful person Blaine had ever had the pleasure of knowing. He smiled as he saw Kurt's face light up. The man he had fallen in love with was his, from now until forever.
"Which movie did you pick?" Blaine asked as he walked over to Kurt and threw himself down onto the bed.
"After much deliberation, I chose Beauty and the Beast," Kurt replied, scooting over so that he could lean his head on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and tugged him closer.
"Sounds perfect." Blaine snuggled down into Kurt's side as Kurt hit play on the video.
The couple laid back contently, watching the movie and intermittently adding in their own commentary.
When Gaston began talking about how he would get Belle, Kurt guffawed. Blaine was amused and wanted to know exactly what was going through Kurt's head.
"Why are you laughing, babe?"
Kurt paused the movie before responding. "Gaston is such an arrogant prick. I mean he thinks just because everyone else thinks he's special, that Belle will just fall at his feet too. Honestly, it kind of reminds me of Draco Malfoy."
Blaine immediately perked up. It was not very often that Kurt willingly discussed anything concerning Harry Potter. "How so?" (Random A/N: Yes, I made this story to where Blaine loves Harry Potter as much as the rest of us Potterheads. :D)
"Well, wasn't he the same way? He was an asshole to everyone but people still sucked up to him because of his social status. And Belle is sort of like Hermione Granger. She's the one girl who stood up to him when no one else would."
Blaine nodded. "See? I told you Harry Potter wasn't stupid."
Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine sweetly on the lips. "And I'm sorry I didn't believe you sooner."
Blaine smiled into the kiss, returning it and then pulling away slightly. "Still just want to watch a movie?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Kurt giggled. "Yes, Blaine. No sex. I want to watch this movie. I haven't watched it for a while."
Blaine pouted, but nodded nonetheless. "Whatever you wish."
They resettled into their previous cuddling position and Kurt un-paused the movie.
The movie had just reached the part where Gaston led the town mob into the Beast's castle when there was a loud knock on Kurt's door. Before either Kurt or Blaine responded, the door sprung open and Finn and Puck walked in.
"Ha, told you they were only cuddling! That's five bucks, Puck." Finn held out his hand expectantly.
Puck sighed, reached into his pocket, and laid five dollars into Finn's open hand. He then muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "The one time I actually want them to be making out…"
Kurt paused the movie again, giving Finn his best bitch glare. "What do you two want? You've interrupted my Blaine time."
Finn shrunk back from the look, knowing exactly what it meant. Puck, on the other hand, either didn't know or didn't care about the glare Kurt was sending them. "You're just laying there watching a movie and cuddling; it's nothing important." Kurt growled but Puck seemed oblivious. "We're hungry, Kurt. Your dad and Carole went to bed already, even though it's only 10 o'clock… but I guess that's when older people go to sleep."
Kurt sighed impatiently. "Can't you two manage to put something into the microwave?"
Finn shook his head. "You know I'm not allowed in the kitchen after that one incident."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that," Kurt conceded. "But what about Puckerman? He can't possibly be as useless as you, Finn."
"Hey! I'm not useless!" Finn argued.
"I looked. There's nothing frozen that I can cook in a microwave." Puck looked into Kurt's eyes pleadingly. "Come on, Kurt. We're hungry! You know how Finn and I get when we're hungry."
Blaine looked on amusedly as Kurt looked between the two hungry teens standing before him. Kurt really was in a good mood and he didn't want to ruin it with a worthless quarrel, so, reluctantly, he rose from his spot next to Blaine on his bed. "Fine, go play your stupid video games and I'll call you when the food is ready."
Finn ran over and engulfed his step-brother in a bear hug. "Thanks, Kurt! Your food is so awesome."
Kurt chuckled despite himself and patted Finn on the back. "You can let go now," he rasped.
"Oh." Finn dropped Kurt to his feet, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry."
Puck's approach was much gentler than Finn's had been. "Hey, thanks for the food Kurt." He gave Kurt a quick one-armed hug, which Kurt returned. He then pulled Finn out into the hallway shouting, "We'll be in the room," over his shoulder as they left.
Kurt turned around to find Blaine still laying in the bed and smiling up at Kurt. Kurt made his way to Blaine's side. "Those two will be the death of me." He flopped onto the bed, and Blaine pulled him into a loose embrace.
"I bet they will be," Blaine agreed. "Are you really going to go down and make some food?"
"Why?" Kurt asked suspiciously. "Are you hungry too?"
"Perhaps."
Kurt groaned and sat up again. "Do none of the men in my life know how to cook?" he asked rhetorically.
"It sure seems that way," Blaine replied, although he knew Kurt was only letting out his frustrations and not really wanting an answer. "I hear David's decent at baking though."
"Do you think he could make our wedding cake?" Kurt thought the idea over for a second before shaking his head. "Nevermind. I don't think I could trust him with something so important."
Blaine smiled as Kurt continued to mumble on about their wedding preparations. He was just so cute when he mumbled like that, Blaine couldn't help himself; he rose from his prone position on the bed and grabbed Kurt's waist from behind. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Kurt's neck.
Kurt sighed contently, arching his back to give Blaine better access to the expanse of creamy skin. Blaine chuckled and moved away.
"Sorry, but I'm hungry. And I'm sure Finn and Puck would kill me if I kept you from making their food."
Kurt groaned again, frustrated in more ways than one. "Fine, but I am only doing it because I love you."
Blaine smiled cheekily and said, "I know you love me. And I love you too."
Kurt shook his head fondly in Blaine's direction. "Is this what the rest of our life is going to be like? Just the same as the last year of our relationship has been?"
"Hopefully yes, for the most part at least," Blaine replied, pulling Kurt out of the room and up the stairs toward the kitchen. "Except eventually you'll have to add our children into the mix." Kurt pulled himself to a halt; Blaine merely released Kurt's hand and causally raided through the refrigerator, trying to find something delicious for Kurt to make.
Children? Kurt thought anxiously. We've never really talked about that before. How many children do I want? Well, at least one boy and one girl. I'd hate for them to be an only child. And I'm sure Blaine would agree with that. Oh wow. I can't believe he actually mentioned children!
"Kurt? Kurt, are you there?" Blaine turned in his spot in front of the refrigerator, holding the door open with one hand. Kurt was staring at the stove, his brows furrowed as if he were deep in thought. "Earth to Kurt!"
Kurt broke from his reverie at the sound of Blaine's voice. "Sorry. What were you saying?"
"Are you alright?" Blaine closed the refrigerator door and walked to Kurt. He took Kurt's face in his hands, looking him over worriedly.
"I'm fine, Blaine." Kurt pulled from Blaine's embrace and walked over to the counter. It seemed Blaine wanted some sort of pasta dish; sitting on the counter was a large box of spaghetti noodles. Kurt raised a delicate eyebrow, "Is this what you expected me to make?"
Blaine looked at the counter where Kurt was now pointing. "No, I didn't even notice that there."
Kurt shook his head. "Must have been Noah or Finn then. FINN!"
"Yeah?" Finn called back from upstairs.
"Come down here for a second!"
"Alright!" Kurt and Blaine heard the distinct click of the television being turned off and the two sets of thumping footsteps that belonged to Finn and Puck walking down the stairs. A few minutes later, the duo walked into the kitchen. "What's up bro?"
"Did either of you two place that box of pasta on the counter?" Kurt asked, suspiciously glancing between the two boys in front of him.
Finn shook his head in the negative. "Nope."
Kurt turned to Puck. "Noah?"
"Two things, Hummel. One, call me Puck. You know that's what I prefer. Two, I don't see how pasta constitutes a midnight snack. So, to answer your question, no I did not place that there."
Kurt raised his eyebrow. "Big word there, Noah. Been reading a good book lately?"
Puck took a step forward. "That is none of your business."
Kurt faux-gasped. "Did Noah just admit to reading a book?" He grabbed Blaine's arm and shook it dramatically. "Do you hear this Blaine? Noah actually reads!"
Blaine chuckled, quickly ceasing once he noted Puck's sour expression. "I think it's a good thing. Nothing more badass than a guy who appreciates a good book."
Puck puffed out his chest. "For once, Hobbit, you got something right."
Finn looked between the two, utterly bemused. "Wait, Puck reads?"
The three other boys face-palmed simultaneously. "Yes, Finn," Kurt sighed. "That was the point of this line of conversation."
Finn turned to Puck, still slightly confused. "When did you start reading? I thought you said reading was for nerds."
"It is," Puck agreed. "I'm just an exception."
Finn nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense." Finn made his way over to the counter and sat down on one of the four available bar stools. "So, Kurt, whatcha cooking?"
Kurt sighed. Some things would never change; and Finn's love of food was one of them. "I don't know yet, Finn. What do you guys want?"
"Can we just order some pizza?" Finn asked hopefully. The other two boys nodded in agreement. The three turned to Kurt.
"No, Finn. You know how horrible that stuff is for my skin. It's drenched in grease and fat. So, no."
"But Kurt!"
"No. All three of you can whine all you want, but I am not ordering pizza." The three boys continued to bombard Kurt with their pleading eyes. Kurt knew he'd break down eventually if he continued to look at them so he turned away and left the room. Blaine followed him out.
"Babe, can we please get pizza? Just this one time, I promise."
"No, Blaine."
"I'll blot off all the grease for you once it gets here," Blaine bargained.
"There's no way you could get all of it," Kurt countered.
"I'll run out to the nearest grocery store and buy you a salad or something."
"I appreciate it, but no. I'm not going to eat a salad while I have to watch the three of you eat that disgusting pizza." Blaine gasped at Kurt's foul insult against pizza. Then a thought entered his mind, a thought he couldn't fathom to believe, but he had to know if it was true.
"Kurt, have you ever eaten delivery pizza?"
"No, and I don't ever plan on it."
Blaine gaped at Kurt. "But-but-but how can you have never had pizza? Tha-that-that's blasphemous, Kurt!"
"Calm down, Blaine. It's not that big of a deal."
"Puck! Finn! Guys, come in here!" Kurt sighed in annoyance, crossing his arms as he waited for the imminent breakdown from the boys.
Puck and Finn ran into the room, looking left and right for any signs of trouble. Seeing nothing but a bitchy Kurt and a gaping Blaine, they were confused about why they had been called so urgently.
"What's going on?" Finn looked to Blaine and asked, "Is Kurt alright?"
"Yes, he's fine. But we have a problem."
Puck and Finn shared a concerned glance. "What's the problem?"
"Kurt has never had delivery pizza before," Blaine stated grimly.
Finn rolled his eyes; he already knew this piece of information about Kurt. Puck, on the other hand, gasped as dramatically as Blaine had when he first heard the news.
"Dude, you have to fix that ASAP."
"I know, right?"
"Guys," Finn interjected, "No offense, but I already tried. Kurt won't eat it."
"Yeah," Puck granted, "but you didn't have Blaine."
"So? What does Blaine have to do with anything?" Finn asked.
"Dude, think for a second. What can Blaine give to Kurt that you can't?"
Finn placed his index finger on his chin, running various ideas through his mind. After several seconds, he came up blank. Puck, noticing the blank look on Finn's face, sighed impatiently.
"Dude, Blaine and Kurt are engaged. What do couples do with each other?"
Finn's face remained distant for a few seconds more, but then realization dawned on him. Wait, Puck means… he thought. Gross. "Puck, dude! Gross! I don't wanna think about my little bro doing that!"
"If it works to our advantage, I'm all for it." Puck turned from Finn's disgusted expression to Blaine's flushed one. "Alright, Hobbit. Get busy. I want me some pizza. Now."
"Noah!"
"Puck!"
"Aw, come on. You both want to anyway. So why not make it worth it for all of us?"
"I will not be bartering my boyfriend for pizza, regardless of how good it sounds right about now," Blaine stated firmly.
"Aw, come on Hobbit!"
"Fine! If it means that much to all of you, we'll order the damn pizza!" Kurt stormed off into the living room, presumably to order pizza. Puck whooped, Blaine groaned, and Finn attempted to rid his brain of the mental images that had popped up once Puck mentioned what Blaine and Kurt did in their spare time together.
"Get pepperoni!"
The boys had decided to watch TV in the living room while they waited so that they could be close to the door. Blaine, Puck and Finn waited anxiously while Kurt relaxed in Blaine's arms. Thirty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Puck shouted excitedly from his spot on the couch. He grabbed the money the four had left on the table and sprinted to the front door.
"Hello," the pizza delivery man said.
Puck, in his excited mood, was not in the mood for small talk. He wanted some pizza, and he wanted it now."Yeah sure. You got the pizza, right?"
"Yes, sir. One large pepperoni pizza, one large sausage pizza, and one small veggie pizza." The man handed Puck the three pizza boxes. Puck shuffled them around in his arms and paid the man.
"Just keep the change."
"Thank you, sir. That's very gracious of you."
"No problem. Thank you." With that, Puck walked into the house and closed the door behind him.
He weaved through the various pieces of furniture in the living room and safely placed the three pizzas on the counter. Kurt had refused to allow them to eat in the living room, saying they were bound to stain something. So now the four boys sat at the kitchen counter, plates and napkins sitting before them.
"Alrighty then," Finn stood and began to pass out slices of pizza. "Three pepperoni for Puck, three slices of sausage for me, two pepperoni and one sausage for Blaine, and one veggie for Kurt."
"Thanks, Finn." Kurt held out his plate to Blaine, who grabbed a napkin and carefully patted Kurt's slice of pizza until Kurt was satisfied that all the grease was gone. Kurt smiled at his fiancé (he would never get used to that) and took a tentative bite. The three boys waited in trepidation, fearing the worst.
Kurt chewed slowly, considering each taste as he decided his verdict. The cheese actually went well with the bits of green bell pepper, olives, and mushrooms. He made sure to swallow before opening his mouth (can't be a bad example for Finn) and said, "Not too bad."
The three boys sighed in relief. Blaine looked around, noticing that Finn and Puck had been just as nervous as he was himself. "Is it always that tense when Kurt tries a new food?" Blaine wondered aloud.
Finn nodded. "Yeah, good luck with him. You have to deal with it for the rest of your life."
Kurt glowered at Finn. "Oh, like Rachel won a prize with you," he stated sardonically.
"Boys, boys, boys." Blaine, ever the sensible one, stepped in before the argument could gain any heat. "Let's everyone just eat their pizza. Kurt, when we're done we'll go back up and finish our movie. Okay?"
Kurt glared at Finn for another moment before turning to Blaine and saying, "Okay."
"Great." Blaine smiled and set to devouring the rest of his pizza. Any alone time with Kurt was well worth the stomachache he was sure to have later.
Kurt scrunched his nose as he watched his boyfriend, brother, and friend demolish their pizza like their lives depended on it. Kurt simply took dainty bites, feeling tact was much more important than the food itself. It's not like the pizza was going to leave if they didn't eat it fast enough.
In a matter of minutes both large pizzas were gone and Kurt was nearly halfway through with his own. Kurt marveled at the boys' appetite. Obviously Finn was a big eater, but Kurt hadn't really expected the same of Blaine. Another trait he'd have to adjust to. But for all of the benefits that Blaine brought into his life, Kurt didn't mind any of the "character flaws" Blaine may have.
Because, let's be honest. Who was Kurt to talk about someone's flaws? No matter what Blaine often said, Kurt felt he was far from perfect. He could never decide on clothes; he read fashion magazines way more than he should; he was a shopaholic; he bit his nails; he had a short temper; and those were only the flaws he would admit to.
(Random A/N: I know that this little tidbit has nothing really to do with this part of the story, but it's there now so it shall stay. That is all.)
Finn wiped his mouth on his sleeve, Puck following suit. Blaine, having learned how fatal that mistake could be in Kurt's presence, instead deigned to take a napkin for himself and also handing one to Kurt. Kurt took the napkin from Blaine's hand, their fingers brushing in the process. Both boys felt a chill go down their spine at the contact and smiled. Even after being together for as long as they had been, they still felt thrills from the smallest bit of contact. Both hoped that would never change.
Kurt wiped his mouth daintily, scowling as Finn and Puck attempted to leave their dirty dishes on the countertop.
"Excuse me." Both boys turned to Kurt, guilt written all over their faces. "You two have forgotten to take your dishes to the sink."
Finn nodded sheepishly, walking back to the counter to grab both his and Puck's plates. He made a show of putting both plates delicately into the sink and rinsing them off so Kurt wouldn't have to scrub as hard when he finally got around to doing the dishes. Kurt nodded his approval.
"Me and Puck are gonna go up now," Finn stated. "Don't do anything nasty outside of your room, Kurt."
"Finn, two things. One, you are not my father and you cannot tell me what to do. Two, Blaine and I wouldn't do anything like that with anyone else in the house so you have nothing to worry about." Blaine chuckled at Finn's face flushed from embarrassment, mostly likely imagining the things his "little brother" got up to when Kurt was alone with his fiancé. "Now, go on upstairs and play your mind-numbing video games you two love so much."
Finn left without a word. Puck gave Kurt a quick thumbs up and then followed Finn upstairs.
Kurt sighed once the two were out of sight. "Sometimes I wish Finn wasn't so intent on performing his "big brother" role." He snuggled into Blaine's side. Blaine smiled down at Kurt.
"He's just trying to show he cares; he's just a tad overenthusiastic, that's all."
"But you don't have to live with him."
"That's true," Blaine conceded.
Kurt stood, holding his hand out to Blaine. "Shall we go to my room now?"
Blaine nodded, happily taking Kurt's hand and pulling himself out of his seat. "Sounds good to me."
The two boys walked down to Kurt's room, hands intertwined. Kurt led the way down the stairs, Blaine happily following behind. This was one of those times that Blaine was extremely thankful for Kurt's athletic past.
Once they entered the room, Kurt released his grip on Blaine's hand to go and grab his laptop. Blaine grinned, stretching himself out comfortably on Kurt's bed. Kurt soon joined him, laptop placed on the bed between them. Kurt opened Beauty and the Beast, pausing when he realized he had no idea where they had left off.
"Do you remember which part of the movie we were on?" Kurt queried.
Blaine put a finger to his chin, trying to remember where the movie had left off. "I think it was the part where Gaston was leading the mob into the castle."
Kurt nodded, setting the movie to the right place. He snuggled into Blaine's side, and then pressed play.
They watched the rest of the movie, crying and laughing at the appropriate moments. Before either boy knew it, the movie was over.
"That was quick," Kurt commented. He shut the laptop and placed it on his bedside table before returning to Blaine's side.
"It was," Blaine agreed.
The two laid in Kurt's bed, enjoying each other's company in silence. They rarely had time like this, time just to themselves, so they cherished it whenever such a situation arose. However, Blaine's natural elevated energy level didn't also them to stay immobile for long.
"Kurt?" Blaine lifted himself up onto his elbow so that he could see Kurt's reaction to the question he was about to ask.
"Yeah?" Kurt saw Blaine's brow furrow, which was a telltale sign that he was worried about Kurt's reaction to whatever he was about to ask. Kurt found it to be adorable, although Blaine said he hated the way it made his forehead wrinkle.
"Will you sing a song with me?"
Kurt mentally sighed in relief. That was what Blaine was so worried about? "Of course," Kurt replied breezily. "Which song?"
"Hold on a second." Blaine rose from his spot on the bed. He wrestled his suitcase open and pulled his iPod out of the front pocket. He walked to Kurt's nightstand where his iDock sat. He looked to Kurt for permission, which Kurt eagerly granted. Blaine connected his iPod to the speakers and scrolled through the collection of music busily. After a few minutes, he crowed successfully. He looked at Kurt, who nodded. Blaine nodded in return, and then turned back around to begin the song.
Kurt laughed as the melody began, instantly recognizing the song. Blaine turned to face him, a sappy grin stretching his lips. The voice Kurt had grown to love soon filled the room.
You're there by my side in every way.
I know that you will not forsake me.
I give you my life, would not think twice.
Your love is all I need,
Believe me.
Blaine motioned for Kurt to take the next verse, so he did.
I may not say it quite as much as I should,
But when I say I love you darling that means for good.
So open your heart and let me in.
Blaine joined him on the chorus, their voices blending together perfectly.
And I will love you,
Until forever.
Until death do us part we'll be together.
So take my hand and hold on tight,
And we'll get there.
And this I swear.
Kurt backed off, allowing Blaine to take the next verse. Blaine took Kurt's hand, looking him straight in the eye with an intense, loving gaze.
I'm wondering how I ever got by
Without you in my life to guide me.
Wherever I go,
The one thing that's true
Is anything I do, I do for you.
Blaine pointed to himself and then to Kurt, gesturing that they take the next verse in turns. Kurt nodded.
I may not say it half as much as I should,
But when I say I love you darling that means for good.
So open your heart and let me in.
Kurt smiled, laughing as Blaine stepped forward and spun Kurt in an awkward dance. Their voice united once again for the chorus.
And I will love you
Until forever.
Until death do us part we'll be together.
So take my hand and hold on tight.
And we'll get there.
And this I swear.
Kurt smiled as the song ended, slightly out of breath due to Blaine's wild dancing antics. Blaine grinned, enjoying Kurt's flustered look. They stood, looking at each other. The words of the song and their meaning escaped neither Kurt nor Blaine. There was no need for either boy to speak; the look in each one's eyes said it all. Blaine was promising to take care of Kurt, to protect him no matter what may happen in their future together. And Kurt was promising to be there, to always love Blaine no matter how often they fought. Because, honestly, with Kurt's temper and Blaine's obliviousness that would most likely be often. But none of that mattered, because in the end they both knew that they would get to wherever they wanted to go. And they would get there together.
"Wow, it's already midnight," Blaine observed.
Kurt stretched, careful to not accidentally hit Blaine. He yawned, looking over at the clock. Blaine wasn't lying; the clock now read 12:01. Kurt sighed. "Guess we should get to sleep then. I do need my beauty sleep, after all."
Blaine took Kurt's face into his hands. Kurt had never seen him look so sincere. "You're amazing, just the way you are."
Kurt chuckled. "Did I miss seeing the nachos? Because that right there was a lot of cheesiness."
"Ha ha," Blaine replied dryly. "Very punny, babe. Very punny."
Kurt dipped in for a quick kiss, temporarily knocking Blaine off his guard. "Can we go to sleep now?"
"As you wish." Both boys turned around, dressing down to their boxer briefs and undershirts. They then both climbed under the covers, snuggling down into the pillows and blanket. Kurt lay on his side, resting his head on Blaine's chest. Blaine slid a leg between both of Kurt's, ensuring they were comfortably tangled together.
"Goodnight," Kurt whispered tiredly.
"Goodnight, my angel," Blaine responded. "I love you."
Kurt sighed contently, wrapping an arm around Blaine's waist. "I love you, too."
An instant later, Blaine could feel Kurt's chest rise and fall with each steady breath. Kurt had always had a knack for falling asleep quickly while Blaine was more the type to let Kurt's even breathing lull him to sleep. He took one last loving look at his fiancée, and soon found himself following Kurt into the world of dreams.
A/N: Well, this chapter ended up being just over 5,000 words. Not extremely long, but longer than my usual chapters. Couldn't resist adding some Klaine fluff at the end. I've been in a down sort of mood lately, so I gave myself a bit of a treat. :D I also made Puck a secret bibliophile (book lover). It only adds to his badass-ness though, so no worries.
I honestly have no idea what is going to happen in the next chapter, so it'll be a surprise to me too.
Hopefully you all enjoyed it too, somewhat at least. Don't forget to review!