A/N: Not even kidding, I just dreamed this idea up. I've been thinking all day about this fic, and I jolted up from my peaceful sleep and thought 'I need to write that NOW.' So enjoy!
Blaine was lying beside his boyfriend in bed in their New York apartment. Kurt was fast asleep, but Blaine was wide awake, thinking about nobody other than the beautiful boy next to him. He had been with Kurt for 8 years now; both of them were finally out of college and were starting their careers. Blaine didn't care how successful he turned out to be, none of it would mean anything to him if he didn't have Kurt by his side. Blaine had known this for a while and decided that he would propose to Kurt; he just didn't know how to do it.
Blaine smiled, remembering how he told Kurt he liked him back in high school. They were playing that silly post-it note game; he remembers now. He wrote 'Kurt Hummel' on Kurt's forehead, and Kurt was so shocked when he found out that not only was his post-it note himself, but that Blaine was crushing on him.
Blaine fast forwarded a few months to when he found Kurt putting post it notes on his body, telling him what he had to fix. Blaine remembered looking into a mirror with Kurt, replacing each sticky note with one that read flawless. He then told Kurt that he loved him, and they spent the lazily kissing each other; completely in love. Blaine smiled at the memory; and that's when it clicked. Post-it Notes. Blaine climbed carefully out of bed, grabbing post-it notes and a pen and got to work.
Kurt woke up to a rather cold bed. He felt something sticking to his forehead, and it felt slightly uncomfortable. He reached his hand up to it, surprised to find a green sticky note. Good Morning, Beautiful. Look on your night stand.
Kurt smiled, looking on the night stand at a small stack of post-it notes. He read each note
It's time to play a game. Every post-it note from here on out will have a message on it; each with letters in parenthesis. Discover all of them before coming back to the bedroom and decoding the message with the bracketed letters. Good Luck! Xoxo Blaine.
Kurt smiled at the series of notes and crawled out of bed. He walked to the door finding a post-it note on the door knob.
Remember the first ti(m)e I met you? It was on the staircase at Dalton. Proceed to the Kitchen
Kurt smiled at the note, remembering this like it was yesterday. He remembered seeing Blaine, thinking he was the most beautiful boy to ever exist. He took the post it note and continued to the kitchen
What I s(a)ng was true, you are my teenage d(r)eam. Go to the living room. Kurt nonchalantly grabbed the post it note, remembering Blaine's teenage self like it was yesterday. He smiled and moved to their tiny office. He saw another note placed in the middle of the TV
(R)emember how I confessed m(y) feelings? It was through that post-it note game. We had our first kiss then. It was the start of us. Go to our office.
Kurt smiled, remembering how elated he felt when Blaine's lips hit his the first time. At first, he was shocked, because he never thought Blaine would like him; they were best friends after all. When it finally occurred to Kurt that Blaine was kissing him, he kissed back and they confessed their feelings for each other. Kurt sighed happily at the memory before walking to the office. He saw a small pack of sticky notes stuck to his laptop
I also told you that I loved you over post it notes. You were standing in front of a (m)irror, degrading yourself. I told you that you were flawless; that you were b(e)autiful. And you still are. You become more beautiful and flawless every day. And I love you more every day. Now, go back to the bedroom and solve the code.
Kurt remembered that day all too clearly. He felt awful about himself; he felt ugly and fat and gross. But Blaine made everything better; Blaine made him see himself as a human; a good looking, beautiful human. Blaine made him feel loved. Kurt walked back into his and Blaine's bedroom before sitting down at their desk and laying all of the sticky notes out in order. He saw another small pack of post-it notes; this one much thicker than all the other once. The first one reading DO NOT READ THIS UNTIL YOU HAVE DECODED THE MESSAGE. He obeyed. He took out a clean sheet of paper and a pen and wrote out all the letters in order. First, there was an 'm', then an 'a', and two 'r's, a 'y', another 'm' and an 'e'. Marry Me. Two simple words. Kurt read them over and over again, making sure he had decoded the write letters. He then turned to the packet he was supposed to read now.
Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, two of the most important milestones in our relationship happened over post-it notes. I've had a box burning a hole in my pocket for a week now because I wanted to propose and I just didn't know HOW. Then, I thought what better way than to mark THE most important part of our relationship with them? Kurt, you are the single most beautiful man I have ever met. You are the most compassionate, loving, caring and amazing person I have ever known. You were my first REAL crush, my first love, my first kiss, my first time; simply put, you were my first. And even back when we were sitting on your bed as teenagers, playing the post-it note game, I couldn't help but think of someday possibly having a future with you. Now, I know there is no future without you. We've been through so much together already, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. So Kurt, turn around.
Kurt turned around to see Blaine on the ground, on one knee, holding an open box with a beautiful gold ring in it. Kurt stood up, covering his mouth in pure shock. Blaine was proposing. Blaine was smiling up at Kurt, giving him almost puppy dog eyes. Like I need any convincing. Kurt thought. He smiled, letting a few happy tears trail from his eyes before nodding.
"Yes." Kurt said. Blaine gave a huge, adorable toothy grin before standing up and gliding the ring on Kurt's finger. It had two small diamonds on each side of the engraved words; My First Love. Blaine pulled Kurt in by his shirt for a passionate kiss; their first of many as fiancés; as soon to be husbands.
"I love you." Kurt whispered, before kissing his… fiancé… once more.
Okay, I know this isn't the best thing ever; dreams can be irrational. And it is like… 2 AM so…. Yeah. Kind of tired. So I think I'm going to post this and then go to bed. (: