A/N. Hi! ... DON'T KILL ME! I'm REALLY sorry I abandoned this fic, but there didn't seem to be anyone really paying attention to it save a few people. If you've seen my profile or the summary to this fic, I've put this on hiatus. However, I found this oneshot mixed in with my Legend of Zelda ones... so I decided to give you guys this drabble. It sort of fits too. It's rated T because there's two swear words. Speaking of the end... i will not be updating any more chapters for this. No more glee drabbles. All my drabbles nowadays are for the Avengers or maybe others, but never Glee anymore. After watching Season 4... it's disappointing to me. I just... I've been de-inspired. Sorry guys! This is it. Hope you guys enjoy! :D

As always, I don't own Glee.

For Good

"Damn it!" Blaine exclaimed. The velvet box was in his grip – and he might just crush it to death if he doesn't smash it against a wall a first. "Why Kurt? Why? Why now? Why today of ALL days?" He sunk to his knees in the shared apartment, gently placing the box on the coffee table Kurt had picked out. Kurt.

The very name, even during a fight, sent his heart racing. After years and years of being together, the countertenor never failed to make his body react like nothing else ever could. He thrived on returning the favour. Every day, he planned out ways to make him blush, smile, laugh, sometimes all three at the same time.

That specific day though, all those plans went to hell when he saw that co-worker flirting with his boyfriend. Jealously raged through him on this oh-so sensitive day and when Kurt got home, Blaine accused him of cheating. It was the most idiotic thing he had ever done.

He'd had everything so prepared, so organized, so perfect, but luck just wasn't on his side that day. He'd had this whole speech planned out, full of "I love you"s and "You move me"s and "Oh, there you are, I've been looking forever,"s. But instead, what came out was, "Do you have hook-ups behind my back?" "I saw you!" "Are you cheating on me?" Not necessarily in that order. He was just SO FREAKING NERVOUS! And then Kurt had left, slamming the door behind him in a dramatic way that made Blaine ache for his boyfriend back.

That was it. He needed his boyfriend back. Kurt was alone in NYC on a Friday night… no, no, no, no! Blaine bolted from his spot on the floor with renewed determination. He would not let the man he loved be taken away from him.

The fight hadn't been so bad that Kurt would want to leave him permanently… was it? His heart raced as his feet pounded against the floor of the condo, zooming down the stairs and flying through the front door.

If I were Kurt, where would I go to be alone? The thought of Kurt being alone, Blaine swore his stomach flipped upside down and then started to eat itself. C'mon Blaine… THINK! But he was too stressed to think straight, too high on nerves to actually remember Kurt's favourite hiding spot. He took deep breaths and slowed his pace.

A stage! Blaine bolted for the nearest theater, but even though he was sprinting it took him almost ten minutes to get to where he knew Kurt was hiding. At eleven fifty-five at night, the doors to the stage where Kurt and Rachel had sung, "For Good" burst open a second time that night.

Blood pounding in his ears, Blaine whipped his head around in a frantic search for his boyfriend. "Kurt?!" He called in a panicked voice. He didn't care if anyone heard him, if he was dragged away by security who thought he was insane, none of that mattered. Only Kurt mattered. "Kurt Hummel!" He shouted from the stage and into the crowd, his voice echoing throughout the building.

A clap startled him so badly that he almost fell off the stage – but he didn't. The clapping continued, with long pauses between each sound as Blaine struggled to find the culprit in the dark.

"Well done, Blaine," came Kurt's voice as he stepped into the light with a scowl on his face. Oh. Blaine hadn't thought of what to do if his boyfriend was still mad at him. Kurt crossed his arms. "You managed eto find me when I wanted to become more than I ever have." Ouch. That hurt. "What? Couldn't stand the thought of me being out of your sight long enough to fuck someone else?" Blaine winced. This wasn't going as planned. Then again, did he actually have a plan in the first place? Other than "Find Kurt"?

?Kurt, I'm so-"

"Don't you apologize to me, Anderson!" The countertenor cut him off, still seething, but noticeably less than when Blaine was fighting back. "You had no right to accuse me of such a thing! We've been together for seven years, I thought you'd know my loyalty to you by now! I was talking a male co-worker who just so happened to be bi. Do you know how much you hurt me? You basically said that you don't trust me enough to remain yours. Let me tell you, Blaine Anderson," he took a menacing step forward, "I trust you with my life, and if you don't can't do the same then let's throw this entire relationship out the window! Is that what you want? Was that your goal for the day? Looking for a reason to break up with me? Well, mission accomplished, because-"

Kiss. Blaine had crushed his lips to Kurt's in a desperate attempt to display the love he still felt, despite Kurt's claims. It was a searing kiss that exploded with emotion that just can't be described. After a couple seconds of initial shock, Kurt melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders and squeezed him like a lifeline. His tongue shot out and dove for Blaine's mouth, shoving its way in when entrance wasn't granted fast enough. Blaine's hands gripped the taller man's waist tightly, bringing their bodies closer together, igniting a never-ending fireworks show.

After a couple of minutes, Blaine's breathless whisper forced them apart. "I love you. I still love you, I always have, I never stopped." Kurt's breath hitched. There were tears in his eyes. Blaine continued, caressing his lover's cheek while staring into his eyes, his won deep and imploring. He then knelt down on one knee, taking a hold of Kurt's hand. "Kurt, you have no idea how sorry I am. I was more wrong than anyone ever could be. I DO trust you, Kurt. So much. So with that said, Kurt Hummel, will you marry me?"

Kurt choked out a strangled gasp. Marry him? A proposal? Now? What… Kurt's mind was a jumble of questions and unfinished sentences. Was he still gaping? He slammed his jaw closed.

"I know were in the biggest fight we've ever had right now, but I love you so much and I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you! I've been extra emotional all day because I'd planned on proposing since this morning but I saw yo with him and… I went crazy from proposal high and… I am so incredibly, infinitely, sorry. Please forgive me? I'm begging you, I'm literally on my knees, love. So… will you be my husband, for good?"

A silence filled the room. It was heavy with the weight of Kurt's answer that had yet to be spoken. Seconds passed and then Kurt knelt down do be eye level with Blaine, who looked nervous as could be. The brunette tipped his boyfriend's chin to look into his eyes.

"You still don't trust me, do you?"

Blaine sputtered but Kurt pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. "Do you honestly have a single doubt that I will say anything but yet?" he smiled. Blaine mirrored it. "I'm sorry that I overreacted… kind of, not really, but… I'm sorry I accused you of being un-trusting when you actually are. I love you to the end of the world and back and then some and… yes." Blaine grinned brightly.

"I'm sorry I don't have the ring with me, but it's at the apartment and I promise you'll love it," Blaine reassured, cursing himself for leaving it.

"It's alright honey, this one will do just fine." Kurt brandished the gym wrapped ring that Blaine had made him for Christmas back in high school and he started to shed a couple tears. Kurt was wearing his ring, and he hadn't taken it off, even while they were fighting. God he love dhim so much.

"I love you," he told him.

"I know."