Kurt
A/N: This is my little wrap up chapter. I meant to get this up a couple of days ago but I kept changing my mind about how I wanted it to end. Did you see Chris Colfer win at the Golden Globes? I was working on this and watching in the background and I finally pushed through. Hope you enjoy it.
I forgot to put a disclaimer on the last chapter. I don't own currently and never have owned Glee. :)
I woke up the next morning and was still laying on Blaine's chest. He had sat up so that he was resting his back against the headboard and must have pulled me up with him so that he could continue rubbing soft circles into my back. He was staring out of our bedroom window. His facial expression was almost not readable - his smile looked a bit sad, but his eyes looked almost hopeful. He hadn't realized that I had woken up.
I took a few minutes and enjoyed the peaceful feeling and comfort that I had while laying in his arms. I couldn't shake my curiosity about what he was thinking as he was gazing out the window, so I reached up and brushed my hand against his face to get his attention. "Hey," I whispered. He looked at me and the sadness in his smile quickly disappeared and was replaced by genuine joy.
"Good Morning, baby," he said quietly. He lifted my head up and planted a soft kiss on my lips. The deep unwavering gaze that he was giving me made me shiver and blush. "How did you sleep after we were both awake?" he asked even more quietly. Despite the nightmare, my mind immediately went to the intense looks that he gave me last night that had made me feel so loved. I blushed even deeper and smiled and replied "I slept fine. Thanks for being there for me last night."
"Of course, I'll always be there for you," he said smiling widely. "We don't have any plans today, right?"
"No," I said. "Why, what did you want to do?" I asked curiously.
"Can we just go grab some breakfast and then go for a walk in the park?" He said hopefully with a little catch in his voice. I looked at him curiously. On Sundays we normally slept in and then spent the day together as a couple. It helped us stay close even when we were both busy with work and class during the week. But between his absent staring when I had first woken up and the almost nervousness that I was detecting in his voice now, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about.
"Of course, that sounds perfect," I told him with a smile.
It was a couple hours before we were ready to leave - it had taken us a while to finally roll out of bed and then we decided to share a shower - so when we wandered around the corner from our apartment to our favorite little cafe for coffee and muffins it was more like brunch than breakfast. He was unusually quiet, but I was content just holding hands across the table and sharing occasional meaningful looks.
It was early afternoon when we found ourselves meandering through Central Park. Autumn was slowly changing to winter, but the light breeze that blew was almost unseasonably warm. We walked in silence for a while and I kept catching Blaine glance at me when he thought that I wasn't looking. I grabbed his hand and knocked my shoulder against his. "Are you alright," I asked him, "you seem pretty quiet today. Not that I mind. I love these days that we can spend happily together without any need for anything but one another."
He looked at me and promised that he was fine. "Better than fine actually," he explained, "being with you makes me so incredibly carefree and content and my only hope is that I make you as happy as you make me." We had reached our favorite tree in the park and he slid down the trunk onto the grass and spread his legs so that I could sit between them and lean back onto his chest. The number of hours that we spent in that very position would be impossible to count. Set on a slight hill and overlooking the lake, this spot gave us the perfect combination of beautiful scenery, seclusion and peacefulness that we came to desire while living in such a busy city.
Blaine was humming a sweet, playful melody in my ear and although I recognized it, I couldn't identify what it was. We must have both drifted asleep for a while in that peaceful, perfect atmosphere, and when I stirred awake the park seemed a little darker and more solitary than before.
"Kurt," he whispered, wanting my attention, but not wanting to wake me up if I was still asleep. I responded with a sleepy and noncommittal "mhmm?"
"There's something that I want to sing for you," he said quietly. Grabbing my attention with that request, I sat up and spun around so that I was facing him. "What, here?" I asked. He nodded in response and gave me a brief but meaningful kiss before sliding out from behind me and standing up in front of me.
He took a deep breath and gave me a smile before starting -
You're a falling star, you're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.
This is what he was humming earlier, I thought to myself and smiled.
And you play it coy but it's kinda cute.
Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true.
'cause you can see it when I look at you.
He kept his eyes locked on me while he sang, and I could feel the emotion that he usually sang with resonating in his voice. But unlike normal, as he sang these beautiful words, I saw a bit of vulnerability show that he rarely let me see. He helped me up from where I was sitting on the grass and pulled me close while he sang the chorus -
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
With his hand in mine, the vulnerability that I saw when he first started melted away and was replaced with that beautiful confidence that he normally wore. He twirled me around as he continued to sing -
You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.
He pulled me into a tight embrace and wrapped his arms around me and sang the next part in almost a whisper -
And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.
He let go of me and took a step back and looked deep into my eyes before loudly singing the chorus again -
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a little black box. I inhaled sharply and unconsciously took a step back.
So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
He dropped onto one knee and thrust the box out in front of him and sung the chorus one last time more loudly and clearly than I had ever heard him sing before -
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
'Cause you're my everything.
He finished the song and we stood there unmoving for a moment and his confidence again was replaced with hesitance. Suddenly it clicked for me. He was nervous and vulnerable and had been all day because he hadn't just brought me into the park to sing me a song and tell me he loved me, which he had already done before, but to do something that he wasn't completely confident would have the result that he wanted.
After a moment of awkward silence where the different emotions that we were both feeling seemed to make the light autumn air dense, Blaine gave himself a visible shake and seemed to have decided that if he had gone this far that he needed to continue.
"Kurt, that song truly expresses how I feel. Even if you and I were the only things on this earth, I could be completely happy. You make me want to strive to be a better person, a better boyfriend, a better man - so that I can be someone you're proud of. My happiness is directly affected by yours. I don't want you to ever be scared or upset, but if you are, I always want to be there to comfort you. We've been together for five years now, and everyday I am falling more and more in love with you. I don't know how or why you've decided to love me, but I'm eternally grateful that you have. I couldn't imagine there being a person more caring and considerate and loving in the entire world and I would like nothing else than to spend the rest of my life loving you."
I impatiently wiped a tear away from my eyes and let out a breath that I didn't realizing I was holding in, and took a step closer to him.
"I talked to your Dad and Carol last time we were home." he continued, obviously rambling while waiting for me to give some sort of response. "He said that it was okay that I ask you, but he doesn't think that I'm going to ask until after we graduate. But we're in love. And I want to prove my commitment to always being there for you. And this stone," he said, finally opening the box that he had been holding in his hand and revealing a beautiful ring, "was from your Mom's engagement ring. Your dad gave it to me after I talked to him."
I looked down at the stunning ring and the small stone that I recognized from the ring used to be in my Mother's jewelry box, and the tears came faster, wet and hot on my face.
"So what I'm asking, Kurt, is if you'll make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me."
I couldn't answer for a moment, but it was only due to happiness and shock. I pulled him up from the ground and kissed him passionately and nodded my head up and down to show him an answer even though I still couldn't form the words. He laughed, relieved, and returned the kiss with visible joy and wiped away the stray tears from my cheeks. He slid the ring onto my finger and kissed the stone before looking back into my eyes and laughing again. "Say something, please babe," he said, smiling and wiping a tear out of his own eye.
"I just love you so much. There are no words."
A/N: So that's that. :) The song is "Everything" by Michael Buble. It's one of my favorites. Thanks to everyone who read and to those who reviewed especially. I'm working a new fic that should be up in a week or two. Hope you'll check it out when it's up :) Thanks again.