AN: I am SO SORRY I couldn't post this yesterday. The chapter wasn't coming out. I would like to thank Amy, Ashleigh, and Rachel for continually bugging me to write all night. Also, Rachael, I'm sorry but no...the proposal CANNOT be over Bryce's body after if gets hit by a bus. Good idea though. :) Enjoy everyone! Let me know what you think!

Chapter 18

Kurt woke up the next day, and found the spot next to him empty, as well as the small bed on the floor. He sat up and glanced at the clock, sleep still clinging heavily to his eyelids. That was until he saw the time.

"Holy shit! It's 10:30. Blaine!" He yelled, stripping off his clothes and wrapping a towel around his waist, "Blaine! You were supposed to wake me up!"

He ran towards the bathroom next, but found it occupied. "Blaine! GET OUT OF THERE! I HAVE TO MEET MERCEDES AT ELEVEN!" He pushed open the door, and saw the fog filtering from the shower. He wasn't greeted with Blaine finishing, but rather with a song.

You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs.
But I look around me and I see it isn't so, oh no
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs.
And what's wrong with that?
I'd like to know, 'cause here I go again

"How about you don't go again, because I really need to shower," Kurt started picking up Blaine's clothes that were sprawled all over the floor. He picked up a pair of basketball shorts, and shrieked, "Ew. Oh my god. Why are these wet? What is wrong with them?"

The water shut off and Blaine opened the curtain, grabbing the towel resting on the sink, "Abu and I went for a run this morning. That's sweat. Manly sweat." Blaine stepped out of the shower, grabbing Kurt and wiping his wet head onto Kurt's neck.

"Stop!"

Blaine pulled Kurt closer and started rubbing his hair onto Kurt's shoulder. He then latched his lips onto that sensitive spot on Kurt's neck. He stopped his head from moving, but he was now using his teeth. Kurt stopped pushing Blaine away, and instead used Blaine as support – because his knees were very close to giving out.

"Blaine," Kurt's voice came out breathy, "I have to take a shower. We can't do this now…" he made no movement, but wrapped his hand in Blaine's curly hair, "Blaine…"

"Mmm..I'm busy," Blaine murmured, lips still attached to that one spot.

Kurt felt his desire to have lunch with Mercedes slip away. He was no longer pulling Blaine away, but made sure he stayed there. He felt Blaine's towel start to slip away, and he just let it fall to the ground. Mercedes wouldn't mind if he was late.

Neither boy heard the doorknob move. "Hey Kurt do you think this…WOAH." Finn stood at the door, a hand over his mouth, "Dudes. Sorry for interrupting."

Blaine was frozen, his face still buried into Kurt's shoulder, he pressed his body flat against Kurt, hoping to hide any part of him he's prefer Finn not ever see.

Kurt gritted his teeth and glared at Finn, "Yes. It matches. Now GET OUT. Please." Kurt turned back to Blaine, kissing his lips softly, "Now, where were we?" He moved his hips slightly against Blaine.

"You were getting into the shower, and I was getting dressed." He pulled on his jeans, looking sadly at Kurt, "You might want to wear a scarf today."

"I will kill Finn. I will kill him and stuff him and keep him in the attic," Kurt muttered, "I'm going to be late, and I didn't even get anything out of it."

Blaine opened the door after Kurt stepped into the shower, "It would have been inappropriate anyway. We don't need your dad mad at me."

"That never stopped us in high school," Kurt grumbled, turning on the water as Blaine shut the door.

Blaine saw Finn standing awkwardly in the hallway, "Hey man…I'm sorry. I didn't think you would be doing….you know, anything in there. But I gotta ask you…what are you doing for your abs? Because they look good. Definitely better than they did in high school."

"When did you them in high school?"

"Remember when I walked in on your and Kurt…those couple of time?" Finn looked like he was going to be sick.

"You never did know how to knock. But I, you know, run a lot. And you know..crunches. Why were you looking at my abs now?" Blaine felt really uncomfortable, he was never actually that close to Finn.

"It was better to look at than other places," Finn shrugged. "I figure when I come up for your wedding, Rachel might be there…and I don't want her to see me all doughy."

Blaine looked back towards the bathroom, thankful that Kurt was on part B of La Vie Boheme. "How do you know there's going to be a wedding?"

"I saw Burt proposing to you. I figured he was showing you how to do it properly, you know? I'm not stupid." Finn shrugged again, "Does Kurt have abs too? I'm not really that big into crunches, so maybe I can do what he does?"

"Yes. He does have abs. I'm really starting to question your straightness though, Finn." Blaine couldn't lie, he was a little upset that Finn thought he would need help with proposing. He could do it. Well, after he had lunch with Wes and David that day, he would know what to do.

Kurt and Mercedes sat in Breadsticks, catching up. "I cannot believe you worked with Justin Timberlake! Did you get his number?" Kurt swirled his lemon into his water, "For me."

"Would you really leave Blaine and New York City for Justin and LA?" Mercedes now acted as a dresser for celebrities. She had several high-name clients, including Justin Timberlake's actress girlfriend of the moment.

"Yeah. You're right. It would be rather hard to leave New York…" Kurt trailed off.

Mercedes foot connected with his shin, "You have more trouble leaving Blaine, don't lie. You wouldn't even get out the front door."

Kurt lied, "I could leave Blaine for JT."

"Your neck is telling me something different," Mercedes reached over and fixed Kurt's scarf, "And your sobbing voicemails from a few weeks ago." She looked up to see Kurt smiling softly, "Seriosuly though, how are you both doing?"

The small smile became a full fledged grin, "Really, really well. I get happier each and every day. I never thought I'd find that type of love."

"Are you ready to…take the next step?" Mercedes studied Kurt's facial expressions closely.

He's eyes widened and she could see his pulse quicken in his neck, "Oh my god. You have no idea. The next few years will kill me."

"Next few years?"

"I figure after our last argument, he wants to see if he still has time to run. It kills me, because I always wanted us to get married young. But like I said, I think I screwed everything over," Kurt's eyes went misty as the images of rings, cakes, and 50th anniversaries flashed through his head.

"Like he'd ever run away." Mercedes laughed, pulling out her phone and making sure Kurt couldn't see what she was texting Blaine.

Mercedes: He's all for it. Propose boy, propose!

Blaine did a little jig in his seat, "Mercedes just said Kurt wants to get married!"

David sipped his coffee, shooting Blaine a confused look, "Did you really think he wouldn't? He was ready to say yes the moment you started singing that first day."

"I didn't know. I mean, I'm just really fucking nervous," Blaine admitted plainly. "He still has time to change his mind."

Wes reached over and smacked Blaine in the back of the head, 'Shut up man. He loves you. You love him. Go be happily ever after."

"But he probably has these grandiose ideas about what I'll theoretically do. I don't even know how to go about this."

"You could take him up on a hot air balloon ride!" Jess offered.

"Or spell it out with rose petals," Trent sighed dreamily.

"Put the ring in a coffee cup!" David said as he returned with more coffee.

"I'm afraid of heights, too cheesy, and that ring cost far too much for it to be put into coffee." Blaine put his head in his hands, "I'm going to fuck up."

Wes laughed, "You could throw the ring at him during a boxing match and say "Let's do this bitch," and he'd still say yes."

"Though I wouldn't do that," Trent glared at Wes.

Blaine laughed with his friends, and couldn't help but realize how weird it was. They were all at different places in their lives, they no longer matched in clothing, ideas, or life experiences, but it felt like nothing ever really changed.

A few hours and another disastrous car ride later, Blaine and Kurt pulled into the cul-de-sac Blaine's parents lived in. Abu was scratching against the window when he saw Angela, and when Kurt opened the door, he streaked across the grass and into the waiting woman's arms.

"Mama! Dad!" Blaine ran them, leaving his car door open and scooping up his mother and swinging her in the air.

"Blaine!" His mother peppered his cheek in kisses, "You need to come home more! I missed you here! You are playing the piano tonight! We got it tuned last week." She leaned closer and barely whispered into his ear, "And your grandfather told us. I'm so happy, Blaine. I couldn't want anything more."

Blaine gave his mom an extra kiss on the cheek, causing his to beam at Blaine before turning to Kurt. "Kurt!" She ran to him as well, hugging around his middle. "What are you eating, boy? I know Blaine can't cook. I hoped you could. Well it doesn't matter. We'll feed you this weekend." Kurt looked bewildered at the woman's attention.

"Is she okay?" Kurt whispered to Blaine as they grabbed their bags out of the car.

Blaine's eyes widened, "Why? Did she say something to you?"

"No, no. She just…she's extra loving today."

Blaine searched for an excuse, "She just…she's really big on family right now." Blaine nodded, and Kurt wasn't quite sure he believed him.

Blaine's father grabbed Kurt's suitcase. "Hello Kurt! When's your dad getting here?"

"Probably in an hour or two. They were supposed to leave with us, but he said he needed to do something in the garage. I think he was watching Titanic again, because I swear I heard him crying." Kurt laughed.

Jack Jr's squinted his eyes slightly, but didn't say anything. "Hey Blaine, once you get things arranged, can you come to my office? I need to talk to you about something."

"Yes. I'll be there just give me a minute to move my stuff into my room." Blaine led the group across the grass.

"Your grandparents are in their room, Burt and Carole get the guest room, unfortunately your mother is in the midst of redoing the other guest room, so either you and Kurt or Hayden and Santana," he looked up to verify that he got the name correct, "will have to use the pullout."

Kurt was about to laugh when Blaine answered, "Of course Kurt and I will take the pullout."

"We will?"

Blaine nodded, "Yes. They have to leave tomorrow night so Hayden can be in the shop for Black Friday. She gave you off on Black Friday, remember? The least you can do is give her a bed to sleep in. Plus, we've fallen asleep many times on that couch. It's comfortable."

Kurt drug his feet, "Fine. But do I at least get to hang my clothes up?"

"Yes, worry wart. Let's go do that before I face my father." Blaine swallowed thickly, "I don't know what he wants to talk about, but I have a feeling I'm not going to like it."

Blaine knocked on the door of his father's office, a habit he picked up while growing up. He couldn't help but think that they'd gone back a few years.

"Come in, Blaine."

Blaine walked into the dark office and saw his father sitting behind his desk. He had a small light on and a scotch in his hand. "You wanted to see me?" Blaine felt fifteen.

"Sit, Blaine." His father waited until he settled into the wooden chair that did nothing to comfort him. "Your grandfather tells me that you have a ring and you plan to propose to Kurt. So I can't help but wonder what the hell you are thinking." He leaned forward, taking another sip of his drink.

"Dad?" Blaine felt thirteen.

"You aren't even twenty, Blaine. You have your whole life ahead of you. You are going to get married to the first….boy…you fall in love with? You haven't even had a true life experience yet." His father stopped talking and just stared, "I know you love him, Blaine. I know you do. But if you're so sure you want to propose to him now, won't you be sure five years from now? Blaine, you have to think what's on the line here."

"What's this really about, Dad?" Blaine felt eleven.

"Blaine, your grandfather is dying. And I know you're willing to do anything to make him happy. But he isn't thinking things through either." By now his father wasn't as harsh, but he looked tired, "Blaine, when your grandfather dies you are set to inherit a lot of money. If you are married to Kurt…what happens when something goes wrong?"

"Nothing will go wrong." Nine, he was now nine and just wanted to go curl up in his mom's arms because the bigger kid was being mean to him.

"I return your attention back to the fact that you are nineteen. You have changed in the past year, will you still be the same person at thirty? Will you still love him?"

Seven. "Dad. I love him, that's never going to change. I appreciate you putting your attorney cap on, but I already decided what I'm going to do. I know we're young, but I can't picture being with anyone else. Everyone is happy, Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Carole, Finn, Burt, Mercedes, all of the Warblers, so why can't you be happy for me?"

His father didn't say anything because Jack Sr. barreled into the room, "Jack. Leave your son alone." He leaned against the table.

"Leave him alone? He's making a huge life decision and he's too young."

"You don't know your own son that well, Jack. I've seen those two boys walking all over the city, and they are more in love than I've ever seen anyone. You won't ruin this for them." Jack Sr was shaking, "I want to know that Blaine is happy before I die."

Blaine's heart sank at those words. He didn't want his father to get hurt because he wanted to be happy. But he just didn't understand why his father couldn't be happy. "Look, please don't fight. You two are the men I look up to. Please, don't fight with each other just because you have different ideas about where my life needs to go."

His father put his hand on his head, "Blaine. You're so young."

"You were twenty when you married mom." Blaine said pointedly.

"That's my boy," Jack Sr. murmured.

"Dad. I don't know why you are so against this. You love Kurt. I love Kurt. Everyone loves Kurt. I will be happy with him. Everyone knows we're going to be together." Blaine looked at his dad, "Why are you trying to send us back five years in our relationship?"

"You and Kurt don't even have five years in your relationship.."

"Not Kurt and me. You and me."

His father paused, and sat down. "Blaine. You have my blessing. You've always had my blessing. But just…please don't even make me say I told you so."

Blaine knew when his father thought a conversation was over, so he decided not to push it. But it did solidify something in Blaine's mind, he would propose this weekend.

Santana and Hayden arrived with Burt and Carole, both looking tired and they only wanted to sleep.

Blaine played the piano while Kurt turned the pages and Angela, Catherine, and both Jacks listened. Blaine and Kurt's thighs kept brushing under the piano, a fact that Jack Sr. didn't miss.

Around eleven, they all decided to turn in. Blaine and Kurt decided they should just sleep on the separate sofas, because they could feel the bar in the pullout. Unfortunately that meant that one of them had to sleep in the sitting room by the kitchen. Blaine willingly gave the sofa in the family room to Kurt.

Around one in the morning, Blaine awoke feeling hungry and snuck into the kitchen and grabbed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Abu was scratching at the door, so he let him out.

"Hungry?" Someone behind him asked.

Blaine jumped and turned to see his grandfather standing by the island with a chicken finger in his hand. "How long have you been standing there?" Blaine pulled his shirt down, it had previously been sticking up.

"About ten minutes." Jack Sr. walked over and opened the door for Abu.

Blaine took a bite of his sandwich, "Do you think proposing at dinner tomorrow is too much?"

"If that's what's in your heart, than no." Jack Sr. wrinkled his nose slightly, "A wee bit public, yes. But whatever floats your boat. Only you can know when the moment is right."

Blaine finished his sandwich, an odd feeling washing over him. "What if that moment would be like..right now."

Jack Sr. reached into his pocket and pulled out the teal box, "I thought it might be."

Blaine took the box, "How do you know so much?"

"Blaine, you are exactly like me. If you would have planned this, it would have been a mess." Jack laughed, "Do whatever. Go wherever. Go downstairs. Go outside. Whatever."

Blaine glanced at Abu, "Buddy, I'm going to need you."

He ran down the hallway and burst into the family room, "Kurt!"

Kurt nearly rolled off the sofa, "Whatsthematter?"

"I have to take Abu outside. And my parents don't want him to do anything in the yard. Will you walk with me?" Blaine gave Kurt puppy eyes.

Kurt groaned, "Why?"

"Because it's dark and scary outside."

Kurt stood, pulling on the Dalton hoodie he stole from Blaine, he followed Blaine outside where they walked down the street to a place where there were no houses, but a streetlight. Kurt held Blaine's hand as they listened to the birds chirping in the trees.

"See, isn't this nice?" Blaine grinned, stopping.

"It was nice, on the sofa." Kurt crossed his arms.

"Well when Abu has to go, Abu has to go."

"But what I don't understand is why I have to go," Kurt shot Blaine a patronizing look.

"Keep an eye on your man. Make sure someone else with a little Chihuahua doesn't steal him away?"

Kurt put a hand to his heart, "Abu would never leave me. He loves me."

"He does, doesn't he, Abu?" Blaine got down onto one knee, ruffling Abu's fur, "Yeah. You do. I love him too. Hey…do you have a baggie. I didn't think about bringing one."

Kurt turned away, looking through the trees, "Oh, this is getting better and better."

Blaine started looking through his pockets, "I know I have on somewhere…here hold this, will you?" Blaine put the teal box in Kurt's hand.

It took Kurt a few seconds to realize that Blaine stopped moving. He looked at the box in his hand, staring and trying to speak.

"Go ahead, open it." Blaine looked up at Kurt with big eyes.

Kurt's heart leapt when he saw the position Blaine was in. He opened the box slowly, and saw the band inside. "Oh my god Blaine. This is…this is….beautiful. It's such a beautiful ring." His hands started to shake and he felt the tears start coming out of his eyes.

"I didn't…I didn't really know how to go about this. But Kurt, I love you. There's no one in this entire world that I could ever love more. You are the person I want to wake up next to. You are the person I want to raise children with. I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with you. Even if that means we live in a crappy apartment and have to share a cell phone, and I'm serving fries for the rest of my life. I don't care if we never leave that apartment. I just want you, and I want everyone to know that someone like you could actually love someone like me." He paused, looking up at Kurt who now had tears streaming off his face, "Kurt Hummel, will you marry me?" Blaine's face was coated in tears, but there was a sparkle behind his eyes that Kurt never saw before.

Kurt collapsed onto Blaine, sitting on his knee, "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." He kissed Blaine fully on the lips, "Yes. Yes. Yes." His arms wrapped around Blaine's neck, "Oh my god yes!"

Blaine pulled the ring out of the box, sliding it onto Kurt's finger. He stared at it for a second, and then brought Kurt's hand to his mouth, kissing the ring. "I love you so much."

Kurt kissed Blaine again, and Abu jumped up on both of their arms, licking at their faces.

"Did you really have to that Abu?" Blaine laughed through his tears, "Really?"

Kurt shivered, "Let's get back to the house. I can't wait to tell everyone!" He stood, pulling Blaine out of his kneeling position. "Oh my god I'm getting married." Kurt shrieked, jumping up and down the entire way back to the house. "Married! Me! Kurt Hummel, married to Blaine Anderson!" He paused for a moment, "Kurt Anderson…" he said thoughtfully.

Blaine stopped, "You…would take my last name? No hyphenate. No…just being married and keeping Hummel?"

"Well, I don't want our kids to have to learn a long last name when they learn cursive. And Blaine Hummel sounds like a gymnast move. So Kurt Anderson it will have to be." Kurt grinned again, "Married! I can't wait to tell everyone tomorrow!"

When they walked into the house, they tried to be as quiet as they could, that was until Abu ran through the house, clawing at the ground, "Abu! Quiet!" Blaine scolded .

Kurt was biting his lip, "Blaine…I'm so sorry for this."

"For what?"

Kurt opened his mouth and screamed, "WE'RE GETTING MARRIED! HE PROPOSED! MARRIED! COME CELEBRATE WITH US!"

Santana and Hayden were the first down the stairs, followed closely by Finn, Carole, and Burt. Angela appeared next with Jack Jr. and Catherine trailing behind them.

"Congratulations!" Hayden shrieked, wrapping her arms around Blaine and Kurt.

"I can't wait to plan the bachelor parties," Santana winked at Finn, "We've got this."

Carole, Catherine, and Angela kissed both of the boys many times, quadrupling the number of times they'd been kissed by women before.

Jack Jr and Burt hung back, both of them had their eyes on the floor.

Jack Sr. came out of the kitchen, a tray of wine glasses in his hands, "Well, let's celebrate then!" He handed out the wine to everyone, grinning at Blaine. "I told you you'd pull it off, boy!"

Jack Sr. raised his wine glass, "To the two boys that proved to me there is still a lot of love left in this world. I know true love when I see it, and I can't wait to see the beginning of their beautiful life together. To Kurt and Blaine."

"To Kurt and Blaine" everyone murmured, clinking their glasses together.

Blaine and Jack Jr. made eye contact, and Jack Jr. gave him a genuine smile. When Blaine smiled back he realized that maybe marrying Kurt would be the best thing for his son. He turned to Burt, "Looks like you and I are in this for the long haul too."

Burt laughed, "You're terrified for them too, aren't you?"

Jack shook Burt's hand, "They'll be okay."

I hope everyone liked it. I had to do some awkward, goober, not prepared for this Blaine. That's my favorite part of him. :)