A:/N: Hello! It's been a while since another chapter, I know and I'm very sorry. This chapter took a while to write, and it is the longest one yet! So I hope you enjoy. ;)

He was going to do it. He was going to propose to Kurt. Blaine had thought about this day ever since he realized that Kurt was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

It was a cold, brisk day in December. Christmas Eve to be exact. Blaine was sitting on his sofa watching television while a warm, inviting fire crackled in the fireplace. He heard the doorbell and shouted, "Come in!"

Kurt walked in, pink faced with snow in his amber hair. Kurt shivered as he lightly stomped the snow out of his boots, and then he carefully peeled them off revealing thick, red socks. He shed his jacket on the hook by the door and made his way over to Blaine on the sofa, keeping his red scarf tight around his slender neck.

Kurt plopped down next to Blaine's right, curled his knees in, bringing his feet on to the sofa on his side. He pressed his cheek to Blaine's chest in attempt to bring more warmth to his face. He kept his cut-off red gloves on as he wrapped his arm around Blaine, intertwining his fingers in-between Blaine's. Blaine rested his head on Kurt's and closed his eyes. He started to hum "Baby It's Cold Outside" softly.

Taking in this moment, Blaine realized he never wanted it to end. He never wanted anything with Kurt to end. Blaine reached for the remote and turned the television off.

Kurt sat up, looking into Blaine's eyes. "I love you," he said.

Blaine smiled, his eyes twinkling. The lights on the Christmas tree next to him twinkled with them. "And I love you," he whispered.

Blaine was back in New York in the bathroom preparing for the day of his life, where he will ask the question of his life requiring a simple, yet nerve-wracking answer. He decided to go easy on the gel; Kurt liked his hair messier and not as pristine.

His phone started ringing playing a verse of "Teenage Dream." It was an old song, but it never failed to take him back to that moment at the foot of that stairway in Dalton.

"Hey, Kurt," Blaine said.

"Hello! I've just finished visiting Rachel and Finn and I'm going to come home and change, but I'll meet you at the park, okay?" Kurt said.

"Of course. Just come when you're ready."

Blaine swore he could hear Kurt smiling on the other end.

"I can't wait. Love you!" Kurt sounded excited.

"I love you, too." Blaine couldn't wait for the many years in the future when that would be how they always ended their phone conversations.

Blaine sat on a bench near the front of the park. He could feel the ring in his pocket. He made sure to cover up the outline of the ring by putting a thin piece of cardboard between it and the front of his pocket. If he would just stop playing with it...

That's when he saw Kurt. Blaine stood up at the sight of him, but he almost had to sit back down again.

Kurt was striding toward Blaine excitedly as if he couldn't wait to embrace him right there at the bench. He was looking as perfect as ever wearing a perfectly matched outfit. Kurt flew into Blaine's open arms, each man hugging the other with a passionate intensity.

"So what are we doing here, Blaine?"

"I'd thought we'd go for a walk a bit." Blaine held Kurt's hand as they started to walk on the paved path of the park. It was getting dark as a light breeze picked up. Too dark for the children at the park to remain out as their mothers called hurriedly for them to come off the play structures. Kurt smiled as he saw one boy still playing in the sand. He was making a sandcastle using cups of water from the drinking fountain. The way the boy put the sand in the bucket and dumped it out into a castle reminded Kurt of himself. The boy was very particular about where each bucketful would be placed. He was using rocks for decoration and the windows and positioned each with great care. Blaine noticed he stuck his tongue out slightly while he was concentrating just like Kurt did.

Blaine felt a raindrop fall onto his and Kurt's intertwined hands and he looked up. Dark, menacing clouds threatened overhead. It got very quiet as the last car pulled out of the parking lot. This rain was not going to stop Blaine, however. He made special plans for that.

"It looks pretty stormy up there," Kurt said. Blaine looked again at the storm clouds. They reminded him of Kurt's eyes when he was particularly upset. But at this moment Kurt's eyes were a deep turquoise. The clouds opened up at that moment into a heavy downpour.

Blaine started to pull Kurt in one direction but Kurt stayed where he was.

"What is it?" Blaine asked, water droplets getting caught in his dark curls.

Kurt chuckled and said, "Nothing."

"Kurt, what? Tell me!"

Kurt smiled and said, "It's just….I've always wanted someone to…kiss me in the rain." Kurt laughed again.

"That's all?" Blaine inquired as he pulled Kurt closer to him. He could see Kurt's damp bangs plastered to his pale forehead. Blaine smiled as he kissed Kurt, water droplets running down each of their cheeks. They both laughed as they pulled apart.

"Come on, Hummel, I want to show you something." Blaine was still holding Kurt's hand as he began to guide Kurt around a dripping pine tree.

In front of them at the end of the path was a white gazebo. It looked fairly kept for being this secluded at the end of the path. Its roof held a lot of the rain off, and it seemed to provide adequate shelter for them.

"How come I've never seen this here before?" Kurt questioned, shaking his wet hair out of his eyes.

"I guess you've never really looked," Blaine said. The gazebo was pretty well-hidden. You had to know specifically where to look for it.

"Look at my hair!" Kurt giggled as he saw his reflection in a puddle at the foot of the stairs.

"I think it's perfect. Like you just got out of a steamy shower." Blaine smirked and Kurt punched him playfully.

Kurt went to the back of the shelter resting his arms on the railing. He watched as the rain poured on the park, filling up the fountain and cascading down the leaves of trees. Blaine appeared behind him hugging his waist and resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder. They stood like that for a while, listening to the quiet aside from the rain.

Kurt suddenly turned around and said to Blaine's surprised expression, "Excuse me? May I have this dance?"

Blaine smiled again. "Yes, yes you may."

There was no music, but it didn't matter. The rain was their music and the crickets were their choir. They danced around the gazebo not once taking their eyes off each other. Blaine still felt the ring's presence in his pocket as he turned and moved with Kurt. With one final spin, their dancing ceased. Blaine slowly brought his hand with Kurt's up to his lips, placing a single kiss on the back of Kurt's hand.

"You're shaking, Blaine. Are you cold?"

Was his nervousness that obvious? "Oh, um, no. Not at all."

Kurt nodded.

"Um, but, Kurt, listen." Blaine took both of Kurt's hands in his own. He rehearsed what he was going to say for weeks, but he couldn't remember any of it now. "I love you, Kurt. I'm so blessed to have met you. You mean everything to me. And I'm glad that I'd finally found you, because I had been looking for you forever –" Kurt laughed at the last part, remembering how Blaine said that before he first kissed him, and it was the most wonderful kiss of his life. Blaine squeezed Kurt's hands as he dropped to the ground. It was slightly damp, creating a spot on Blaine's knee; he took no notice. With tears in his eyes, he asked the burning question, "Would you become my husband and spend the rest of your life with me?"

A tear rolled down Kurt's still wet cheek.

A:/N: And...I'll leave it at that! There will be at least one more chapter after this one so stay tuned.