I apologize for that last chapter, it was a filler. I've been very busy lately. My choir has a huge performance coming up soon and we've had so many dress rehearsals. We're actually the biggest choir in all of Canada, isn't that cool? I've also had to catch up on some reading. Has anyone heard of The Perks of being a Wallflower? It's amazing, I love it. I'm also pretty obsessed with Coldplay's new album. It's like crack to me. Anyway, enough about me. I'm pretty sure this is my favourite chapter in the whole story. I've been planning on writing it for a really long time. Just in case you'd like some lovely music to go along with this, the chapter was inspired by Coldplay's "Yellow", my favourite love song. And just because I'm in the Coldplay mood. Enjoy!
Tonight was going to be perfect.
You know when you don't really know if something is going to happen or not, but you get this really great vibe pulsing through your body and you can always sense when something is going to happen? That's how Blaine felt on this beautiful night. The weather was perfect, so perfect that he didn't even need his coat anymore. Coming up the steps to Kurt's house, there was a certain charm about it. Blaine was coming over to Kurt's house to spend time and hang out on this lovely Friday night. And hopefully, Blaine was hoping to do more than just hang out. Of course he wasn't going to try and get into Kurt's pants, or anything. He wanted something much greater than that.
Walking up the steps to Kurt's porch, Blaine smiled big and wide when he saw the front door fly open. There was Kurt, dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a simple white t-shirt, something very calmed down and less creative for Kurt. Something that made him look vulnerable, which Blaine thought was adorable. Kurt's face was the expression that a tiny child had when getting a gold star on his paper or learning how to ride a bike for the first time. He ran at Blaine and threw his arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
Blaine laughed and responded eagerly, gently lifting Kurt off the ground and spinning the both of them in tiny circles. Kurt was set down on his feet with his arms still gripping Blaine. He leaned in and gave Blaine a long kiss on the lips, something they didn't really get to do in a long time because of Kurt's fragile state in the hospital.
Kurt giggled, flashing small white teeth. "Hi."
"Hi, yourself," Blaine nudged Kurt's nose with his own. "How're you?"
"I'm great, if you couldn't already tell," Kurt said, "How're you?"
"Fantastic, thank you," Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek. "Shall we go in? I don't think the neighbours would be to pleased if they saw us like this."
"Kay," Kurt sighed, but happily.
When they entered the house, Blaine removed his shoes and followed Kurt up the stairs to their living room. The Hummel-Hudson's actually had two living rooms: one upstairs, one downstairs. The downstairs one was usually used for doing homework in and having small talk. The one upstairs was bigger, had two sofas instead of one, and had a television that was mostly used by Finn. Something about it screamed cozy.
Blaine knew for a fact that Carole, Burt and Finn weren't home. Which meant Blaine and Kurt had the whole house to themselves for tonight. The thought comforted Blaine, because this meant he could hopefully get what he needed without being interrupted.
"So," Blaine said, "What are we doing on this date?"
"Oh, I don't know," Kurt replied, "I didn't exactly pick anything out for us to do. However a very comfortable couch and a television await us."
"Are you hinting at something?" Blaine smiled.
"I'm thinking it's a movie night," Kurt said. "Do you want to choose?"
"My pleasure," Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand before heading on over to the movie shelf behind the couch. Kurt took a seat on the couch and poked his head over the top, watching Blaine.
"You have enough movies to last you a life time," Blaine commented. "I have no idea what to pick! Help me out here."
"Just pick whatever," Kurt called, laying down and waving his hand. "I'm fine with anything. I've watched all of those movies at least like, ten times."
"Someone gets lazy."
"Shut up."
Blaine smirked as he picked out West Side Story, one of Kurt's favourites, as well as his own. He quickly popped the disc inside the DVD player, skipped through the completely pointless and annoying beginning, and soon heard the sound of snapping coming from the screen. That's when he returned to the sofa where Kurt was waiting for him, beaming and moving his legs so Blaine could sit.
"C'mere," Blaine opened his arms. "I'm lonely."
Kurt happily obliged as he crawled on his hands and knees, nuzzling into Blaine's warm chest. A fuzzy green blanket wrapped around their legs, and they sat back, watching the movie. They did a lot of talking, however, both about the movie and about things completely un-related to the movie.
"Did you hear about Rachel getting into NYADA? That's pretty amazing."
"It is. She'll do great there."
"I never understood why the Jets are trying to be all badass when they're snapping and dancing like ballerina's through the streets. That part always makes me laugh."
"Dancing can be pretty badass, especially when dancing against some dapper looking Puerto Ricans."
"I just realized I still have like, sixty pounds worth of homework in my room."
"Kurt Hummel, what would your father think? Tsk tsk, not doing your homework will get you grounded."
"I'm eighteen, not five. You're more of a five year old than I am, at best."
"Why do you say that? Is it because of my dashing good looks that make me look so young?"
"Nah, it's probably your clothes."
"My clothes are great!"
"Whatever you say, Marc Jacobs."
The pair laughed while the movie rolled on. Kurt tried his best to imitate Anita's accent during "America", while Blaine teased him about how he sounded nothing like a Puerto Rican, which made them laugh even more.
"This is nice," Blaine sighed, leaning his cheek against Kurt's soft hair.
"It is," Kurt agreed. "I'm so used to being in the hospital, but I think the worst part was not being able to do this."
Blaine grinned and they collapsed back into silence.
The movie was getting to the part where Maria and Tony were pretending to get married in the dress shop, and that's when Blaine felt Kurt's fingertips gently trace the vein on his forearm. It tickled a little, but it was a nice tickle. The kind that doesn't bother you and the kind that you don't want to stop. Blaine's lips twitched into a little smile, and he closed his eyes briefly, grateful for the touch. Kurt moved his lips into the inside of Blaine's elbow, and he kissed it very softly, like a butterfly wing resting on Blaine's arm. They weren't even paying attention to the movie anymore, the scenes and audio became a blur of nothing as they sat there.
A few minutes passed of the two boys sitting in the dim-lighten room, the cheery musical continuing to project on the screen. Kurt sat up slightly and smiled, moving his face next to Blaine's to give him a light butterfly kiss on the cheek. Everything felt to warm, so comfortable, so intimate. The room felt cozy, sheltered, snug, secure, and easeful with the non-bright, darkened yellow lights and downy blankets. Blaine never wanted to leave this moment, and neither did Kurt.
He leaned in to kiss Kurt's lips gently, but it grew into something a bit more passionate. It was not a kiss full of lust and slobbery tongues. It was a kiss that made cheeks blush and heads tilt and lips warm. The kind of kiss that made you feel connected to another person so perfectly it was like you couldn't bring yourself to break away.
Kurt sat up more this time, with Blaine half sitting up and half lying down. Kurt moved his leg so that they were straddling Blaine's waist, which he should be a little embarrassed about since it was such an intimate position, but the hesitation melted away when Blaine connected their lips again. Both of Kurt's hands were gently playing with Blaine's loose curls. One of Blaine's hands was on the small of Kurt's back, making little circular patters soothingly. The other hand traced up and down Kurt's naked arm, leaving behind little goose bumps that caused Kurt to shiver.
They continued to kiss, creating tiny, almost inaudible smacks of their lips and sighs.
"Beautiful," Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips. "You're beautiful."
This made Kurt blush madly, and he closed his eyes, smiling as he moved in to kiss his boyfriend again. Everything felt so perfect. Better than any romance movie ever made.
"I'm so happy, Blaine," Kurt sighed, going back in for another kiss that lasted a long time before they had to break away for air.
They stared at each other. Even if they couldn't see each other's faces very well, they still stared, with Blaine's hand moving absentmindedly on Kurt's back, Kurt's fingers playing with the collar of Blaine's t-shirt. And when Kurt was looking at Blaine so innocently, so full of love, Blaine couldn't keep it in any more.
"Marry me."
At first Kurt didn't hear the words right, but when he could finally process what Blaine had just said, Kurt thought he should pinch himself. He did not just say that, Kurt thought, you are hallucinating. You are dreaming this and when you wake up, West Side Story will be back in its box and you will be sleeping in bed and Blaine will be at home.
"What?" Kurt asked. He didn't sound angry, or mocked, or use a sarcastic tone, which made Blaine relieved. He just sounded very surprised, curious, and flabbergasted .His expression made Blaine chuckle.
"Marry me, Kurt," Blaine repeated himself.
"You're joking," Kurt giggled softly.
"I'm not," Blaine flashed a smile.
"You're... you're serious?"
"Of course I'm serious, sweetheart," Blaine grinned. "I would never joke about a thing like this."
Kurt's eyes widened so that even in the half-dark room, the clear blue still shone brightly. He didn't know whether to laugh again or smile or speak, so he kind of did all three.
"I...I don't...what are you saying?"
"I'm saying," Blaine began, "That I've asked your dad's permission and that he said yes, even though he gave me the world's longest lecture. And I'm saying that I want you to be my husband, because I love you more than anything this world has to offer to me."
Kurt's heart was beating like a jack rabbit's. Three years ago, he was bullied and alone. All of his crushes didn't like him back. He thought he was going to die alone and never be with anyone who would love him. When Blaine came along, he'd gotten more than he bargained for. Blaine was everything he ever wanted. And now, the same boy who shied away from performing live on stage, that same boy who kissed him a few months ago on the Ferris wheel was asking for his hand in marriage, something Kurt's thought about his whole life.
Blaine took both of Kurt's hands, squeezing them softly and placing light kisses to all of his knuckles. Kurt couldn't breathe, and his heart was about to explode. Every second that passed filled Kurt's body will more excitement and happiness.
"Kurt Hummel," Blaine smiled, and took a deep breath. "Will you marry me? Please?"
The tears came spilling down Kurt's face faster than any river or stream could flow. He let out a tiny squeal before he grabbed the sides of Blaine's neck and kissed him slowly and full on his lips. Blaine let out a moan, and they stayed there like that for what felt like a decade.
"Oh Blaine," Kurt's body was almost shaking with how happy he was. "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to marry me just because I'm sick, and I don't want you to regret any of thi-"
"I would never regret marrying you, baby," Blaine hushed, taking Kurt's face in his hands. "And I would've married you even if you weren't sick. I," he kissed Kurt's cheek, "Love," he kissed Kurt's forehead, "You."
And then they were kissing again on the lips, full and languid and filled with promises. "Yes," Kurt whispered, "Yes, yes, yes, of course I will marry you, Blaine!"
Blaine released a few tears of his own, because now, everything was perfect. Officially.
"I love you!" Kurt almost laughed into the crook of Blaine's shoulder. "Oh my god. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Kurt," Blaine smiled, kissing his lips quickly again.
"I'm getting married," Kurt whispered with realization. "Oh my god, I'm really getting married. I thought this would never happen."
"Look, Kurt, know I'm not rich," Blaine sputtered out nervously, "And I know I'm not the best-looking, and I make mistakes a lot, but I promise I'll give you everything you deserve, and I swear that no one can give you this other than me."
"I think you're the most handsome, beautiful man anyone could ever ask for," Kurt kissed Blaine's chin. "And I think everyone should be jealous of me because I have you, and you've already given me so much more than I deserve, Blaine."
The rest of the night was spent with silent sniffles, light kissed sprinkled all over each of the boy's faces, and sweet, warm whispers of affection. This was a perfect moment. This was something that no bully, no sickness, no distraction could ever take away from them. And when Kurt laid his head on Blaine's chest that night, listening to the steady beat of his heart, he realized how lucky he was. Blaine wanted all of him, sickness and all. He didn't care what kind of ceremony they needed to have to be declared married. Blaine was already his husband.
"Thank you," Kurt whispered.
The credits of West Side Story lulled them to sleep, where they were both safe in their dreams.