Hello everyone! This is the (longer) first part of chapter 22. You'll get part two tomorrow at some point. To clear something up, no, Kurt has not proposed to Blaine yet. Also, since I keep getting questions about it - YES I'm on tumblr. My name is crissmedarren with the tumblr extension. I sometimes blog about the writing process, or at least warn about things within the chapter.

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Chapter 22

Nearly a week later Kurt jerked away and glanced at the clock, "3:30?" he mumbled to himself, "what the heck woke me up?" Then he heard it again – Abu was barking in the living room.

Kurt glanced over to Blaine, who had his head under the pillow, which probably muffled the sound. "So much for my big, strong man," Kurt muttered again. When he heard Abu bark again, he started to get worried. Was someone in the apartment?

Kurt stood gently, trying to avoid the creaky floorboard. Kurt would prefer to meet the intruder than have Blaine meet the person. Kurt looked around the room, trying to find something to grab. He figured an umbrella would be more annoying than harmful. Then he saw Blaine's baseball bat, that Kurt wasn't even sure was ever used, but Blaine insisted to keep it in the apartment.

Right now, Kurt was glad he did.

Kurt held the bat in the air, sneaking his way through the apartment, hearing Abu bark four or five more times before he rounded the corner to see Abu standing at the sliding door to the balcony. "Abu, who's there?" Kurt was afraid to admit that his voice shook when he asked the dog.

Abu just kept barking.

Kurt crept forward more, and realized it looked really bright outside. Confused, he moved faster, and then he saw it – snow!

Kurt sat on the floor next to Abu, "Abu! Your first snow!" He cuddled up to the dog, resting his face in the fur, "Snow! Look how beautiful it is! It looks like glitter falling." Kurt sat and watched for a moment, then realized Blaine would probably love to see the snow.

Kurt jumped up and started making coffee, if he was going to wake Blaine up, there needed to be the promise of coffee to keep him happy. He sprinted back to the room, sliding back into bed and rubbing his hands up and down Blaine's back, "Blaine," he whispered, kissing his cheek gently, "Blaine…"

A smile appeared on Blaine's face, but he still didn't join the waking world, "Blaine," Kurt breathed again, hand playing on Blaine's lower back.

"Hmmm?"

Kurt kissed right under Blaine's ear, "Wake up."

Blaine laughed as Kurt's breath tickled his ear, "Why?"

Kurt bit his lip and smiled, "It's snowing!"

Blaine opened one eye and looked at the clock, "You woke me up at 4:15 to tell me it's snowing?"

"Yes…it's snowing and it's beautiful and magical and perfect." Kurt was up on his knees, pulling Blaine's hand, "How can you not be happy that it's snowing?"

Blaine allowed Kurt to pull him up, "because that means it's colder. I hate cold."

Kurt was already planning his outfits for the day. And Blaine's. And maybe even Santana and Hayden's. "But that means scarves. And mittens! And boots!" Kurt was mentally going through Blaine's wardrobe as he led Blaine into the living room and to the window. "and hats…"

Blaine sighed and grabbed a cover, wrapping it around himself, and then wrapping himself behind Kurt, standing on his tiptoes to see over Kurt's shoulder. "I guess this is nice."

"Would coffee make it better?" Kurt turned around and faced Blaine.

"Yessssss…" the look of relief of Blaine's face caused Kurt to laugh.

"You cannot function without coffee, it's becoming a problem." Kurt moved out from under the cover and went towards the kitchen.

Blaine trailed behind him, "I have an addiction, sir! This isn't a laughing matter."

Kurt realized that it was really early, and now that they both had coffee, they weren't going to sleep again, "What do you want to do on this fine Sunday? Church?"

Blaine snorted into his coffee, "Mercedes got you to church once, and I remember the text messages during the service. I doubt I'll get you into a church unless it's the one we get married in."

It was Kurt's turn to snort, "Blaine, I highly doubt any churches will let us get married." Thank god.

"Actually, I did my research, and there are fifteen churches that hold the amount of people we'd need that would marry us," Blaine sipped his coffee delicately, squinting his glasses back up his nose.

"What if we don't like any of the fifteen?" Kurt tried.

Blaine gave Kurt a patronizing look, "You mean what if you don't like any of the fifteen."

Kurt really didn't want to argue today, he had plans that included getting a ring on Blaine's finger before the tree lighting tonight. "We'll see," is all he said, knowing that he too had a list of placed he'd like to get married, and none of them included a church.

"You have to be at work at seven," Blaine groaned, "Why is everything so early. And now I have to walk through the snow."

Kurt really didn't want Blaine to be in a grumpy mood today, "Do you want me to make breakfast, Mr. Grumpy Gills?"

Blaine tried to keep a composed face, but ended up smiling, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to start working out and now it's snowing and boo." He pouted again.

"Well, you'll get tons of exercise shoveling the balcony and around the car," Kurt started making chocolate chip pancakes – Blaine's favorite. "Plus, you said you were walking me to work, so exercise."

Blaine looked outside and pouted, "I know."

"You don't have to walk me to work if you don't want to. I know you hate the cold weather." Kurt said quietly, trying to hide the hurt in is voice. His plans for the proposal could change, right?

"Hey, hey," Blaine walked over and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, "I'm walking you to work. I know you want to run around like a child and play in the snow. Someone has to make sure you don't fall into a snowdrift."

Kurt put the pancakes onto a plate, "Can I dress you? Winter is my favorite season."

Blaine hungrily shoved a bite into his mouth, "If you want…I was just going to wear sweats and a hoodie…"

"In this weather? You probably hate the cold so much because you don't know how to dress for it," Kurt watched Blaine eat, picking at his own pancakes once he knew Blaine wouldn't want any more.

Blaine washed the dishes and put them away while Kurt dressed himself. He walked into the kitchen and Blaine turned, "Absolutely not. Go change."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want anyone hitting on you." Blaine pulled Kurt towards him by the belt loop, "Winter may become my favorite holiday."

Kurt was proud of his outfit, black skinny jeans, shiny black and white dress shoes, a white shirt and his favorite blue jacket. He didn't even care that the shirt would most likely get ruined. He had to look good when he proposed.

"So what, may I ask, do you have picked out for me? Because I don't think you can beat this," Blaine motioned to Kurt's outfit, "and I would never look as good."

"Just because you charm me doesn't mean you can get away with jeans and a hoodie," Kurt pulled Blaine back towards the bedroom.

"I'd be more willing to go if we were going back here for another reason…" Blaine winked.

Kurt blushed and thought about it, but pushed the thought to the back of his mind, "Tonight," he winked back at Blaine, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach. "So for you, I have black skinny jeans, a gray Henley, your leather jacket that I bought you that you never wear," Kurt chided, "the black and gray plaid scarf, and the dark blue fingerless gloves, because they match my jacket." Kurt waved his arms in front of the display on the bed, "Yes? You can even wear it to your meeting with Sony. Of course, for the tree lighting we will have to get you a better jacket. Or outfit. I just really like dressing you."

"Isn't it a little cold out for just the leather?" Blaine looked at the outfit, he really just wanted to run and hide from Sony. "And I will kindly remind you that I am not a Ken Doll."

"You're my Ken doll, now get dressed," Kurt ordered, holding out the pants.

"You look more like one," Blaine grumbled, but listened to his fiancé and pulled the outfit on, "And what, pray tell, am I wearing on my feet?"

Kurt held up his knee high boots, "These?"

"Absolutely not. Never. I might wear a shorter version, but no. Not those. Oh my god, no." Blaine's eyes were wide and he started panicking.

Kurt had been banking on Blaine's bartering, "Perfect, I have shorter ones that will look just as good."

"I have a feeling I was just duped," Blaine started mussing with his hair.

"You might as well just wait for that until I get back from work. I can help you then, but the snow is just going to nullify all of it."

Blaine wet his head quickly, putting a dime sized amount of gel in, just the way Kurt told him too, "Will this do for now?"

"You are perfect," Kurt smiled and slipped a teal box into his own pocket, "Ready to escort me to work?"

"But of course," Blaine answered, holding out his arm and bowing, "Isn't that how Ken acted?"

"I don't know, because regardless of what people think, I never actually played with Barbies…much." Kurt slipped his own hands into mittens before tightly latching his hand into Blaine's warm one, "if you let me fall, I will pull you down with me." He was serious.

They stepped into the blowing snow, and something clicked inside Blaine, "Hey Kurt?"

Kurt was staring up at the falling snow and wasn't paying attention, "Yes?"

"Think fast!"

Before Kurt even knew to duck, a soft snowball hit him right in the chest, "This is Dior!" He screeched, running down the sidewalk after Blaine, who was dodging in and out of people, chucking snowballs over his shoulder. "Blaine Anderson! I will catch you!" Kurt wasn't in shoes that were practical for walking a mile to work in snow, but he ran after Blaine, catching him in three blocks. Kurt would have caught him faster, but he was constantly checking to make sure he still had the ring in his pocket.

Blaine turned when he realized Kurt was behind him with a considerable amount of snow in his hand. "Please, baby, remember how I don't like the cold?"

Kurt smiled softly, "Blaine, for someone who doesn't like the snow, you sure liked having it in your hand when you were chucking it at me." Kurt slapped the snowball down on Blaine's head, letting it drip down his back and front.

Blaine started doing a dance, "That went down my back…and my front," he started pouting, "It's cold!"

Kurt, who was far more used to the cold due to the constant slushy facials in high school, "Poor baby, let's get into Ellen's and get you some more coffee." He smirked, "And can you sing a duet with me before you go?"

"That's technically against the rules," Blaine mused, grabbing Kurt's hand as they walked the last few blocks.

Kurt brushed the ice that still clung to Blaine's curls and laughed, "Somehow I don't think that will be an issue." He had already talked to the manager, and she okayed it, hoping it would bring more business to the diner.

"What are we singing?"

Kurt walked through the door Blaine held open for him, "Baby It's Cold Outside."

"Really…interesting choice. I have no idea why you chose that," Blaine winked at Kurt again, "And they're actually letting us sing it together this time!"

Kurt looked at Sophia, "Did you do what I asked?"

"You know me," Sophia smiled, "Good luck. Even though you know he's going to say yes."

"Thanks, start the music!" Kurt ran and positioned himself near Blaine, "Ready?"

"Of course," Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek right before he started singing.

I really can't stay

But baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away

But baby it's cold outside
This evening has been

Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice –

I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

Blaine took Kurt's hand, leading him around the bottom floor of the diner.

My mother will start to worry

Beautiful, what's your hurry?
My father will be pacing the floor

Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry

Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well maybe just a half a drink more

Put some records on while I pour

Blaine grabbed the coffee pot from Sophia's hand, pouring coffee into a diner's cup, winking at the woman.

The neighbors might think

Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink?

Kurt pretended to cough after sipping form an empty cup, causing the diners to laugh

No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how

Your eyes are like starlight
To break the spell

I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir

Mind if I move in closer?

Blaine moved towards Kurt, wrapping an arm around his back and grabbing his hand. Kurt quickly broke away and moved across the floor backwards.

At least I'm gonna say that I tried

What's the sense in hurting my pride?
I really can't stay

Baby don't hold out
Ahhh, but it's cold outside

Kurt and Blaine chased each other around the bottom floor, hiding from each other under tables and behind partitions. They continued for the next few bars of the song.

I simply must go

But baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no

But baby, it's cold outside
This welcome has been

How lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm

Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious

Gosh, your lips look delicious

Blaine started moving towards Kurt, closing the gap between them quickly.

My brother will be there at the door

Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious

After that line, Blaine grabbed Kurt and kissed him softly before smiling and singing the next line.

Ohhh your lips are delicious
Well maybe just a cigarette more

Never such a blizzard before

I've got to go home

But, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your coat

Kurt pretended to push Blaine's coat off of his shoulders.

It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand

I'm thrilled when you touch my hand
But don't you see

How can you do this thing to me?
There's bound to be talk tomorrow

Think of my life long sorrow

Kurt led Blaine over towards the Christmas tree in the corner, every eye in the diner was on them.

At least there will be plenty implied

If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay

Get over that hold out
Ohhh, baby it's cold outside

Kurt finished the song by the tree, where Sophia had hung the ring. Blaine walked forward, holding the last note and he cut it short when he saw the ring, questions playing in his eyes, "Kurt?" he reached out and touched the ring on the tree.

Kurt knelt onto one knee, taking Blaine's hand, "Blaine…Warbler Anderson. I have..a proposal for you…"

Blaine laughed, eyes twinkling, "Yes?"

"Don't answer me yet! Blaine, when you proposed to me, I felt like I was the only person in the entire world, I felt loved and special…like no one else ever was. I want you to feel that way too. Blaine, you are the only person in my life that I never get tired of, the only person that makes me blush just by catching my eye. The only person who stands up to me. I love you, so much, in so many ways…little, big, important, unimportant…I want to spend forever with you, and I told you that when I accepted your ring. But now, Blaine, I am asking you…do you want to spend forever with me? Do you want to wake up and share coffee with me until we are both too old to do it anymore? Do you want to be my Ken doll forever? Blaine," Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, which now were his only source of light in the entire diner, "Do you want to marry me?"

Blaine pulled Kurt up and kissed him fully, not caring that there was a couple with two five-year-olds sitting feet away. "Yes," he whispered, kissing Kurt again, "I cannot believe you did this. You really bought me a ring and everything?"

"Well, your grandmother helped…it was when I got my ring sized," Kurt admitted.

Blaine shook his head, smiling as Kurt slipped the ring onto Blaine's finger, "I love it. I really do." He kissed Kurt again. "I love you."

Blaine reluctantly left, kissing Kurt a dozen more times before Sophia threatened to cut Kurt's paycheck. For payback, Kurt had to work counter, a thankless station with few tips. It got worse when he saw who was sitting at the very last seat, "Hello Bryce," Kurt said coolly, "What can I get for you?"

Bryce looked up, eyes lingering on Kurt's ring, "That was a cute little show. Did he do something as equally nice for you?" He held Kurt's hand, spending a little too long working is fingers across the palm, "Ohh. Tiffany's. Must be nice to live off of grandma and grandpa's money."

"Are you seriously only here to cause trouble, Bryce? Because I can get you moved to another place." Kurt looked annoyed as the old man sitting at the counter left a ten-cent tip.

"No, no. I'm happy for him, Kurt. He obviously won a prize."

Kurt scoffed, turning around and grabbing the coffee to fill up the people sitting around Bryce, "And I didn't?"

"No, you did. Nice little comfortable place for you. He's rich, he's traditionally good looking, he's your first love, and he's not threatening to you at all. Perfect, if you don't like a challenge." Bryce sipped his tea, smiling.

Kurt set the coffee down with more force than intended, "I know what you're going, Bryce, and it isn't going to work. You cannot pretend to understand our relationship."

"Of course I understand your relationship. It's simple and easy, and you'll live a perfectly mediocre life, never really fighting about things, but never really loving either." Bryce poked at his eggs, "These are underdone."

Kurt wanted to punch him the way Blaine had, instead he huffed down to the other end of the counter, helping a little old woman and her husband. "I hate the cold," he croaked, taking a hat off his nearly bald head.

"I know, you've mentioned it once or twice over the past fifty years," she said, helping him pull his jacket off. She looked up at Kurt, "He's a pain in the rear this one. But he's worth it. Looked a lot like your fellow when he was younger, let's hope that he doesn't lose all of his hair like this one did."

Kurt laughed, filling the mugs with coffee, "Don't worry, that one was just as hard to get into the snow to walk me to work this morning."

"But he did, didn't he?" the man wheezed through a laugh, "that proves he loves you. I once walked ten miles through the snow for this one. She's the love of my life, you know?" He leaned over and kissed her, smudging her rouge.

"He's a lover boy. Thought so from the moment I met him," The woman slapped the husband's hand away from the real sugar, passing him sweet and low.

"When did you meet?" This was Kurt's favorite part of the job so far, hearing the stories of the people who came in.

"High school. I was sixteen, he was seventeen. I saw him one day in the staircase and I knew I had to have him." The woman put her menu down, "I'll have the fruitcup and cottage cheese, and he'll have oatmeal with strawberries."

"You know my order?" The man closed his menu, handing it to Kurt.

"Fifty years together and you think I don't know your order, dummy?" she rolled her eyes at Kurt, "Hopefully yours is smarter than mine."

Kurt laughed and put their orders in, making sure they got extra fruit and oatmeal. He turned and saw Bryce motioning for him. "Yes?"

"I was hoping you'd be a better waiter than actor, but nope. You just spent ten minutes talking to one couple." Bryce laughed, "That certainly cut your tip. But that's okay – Blaine has enough money for the both of you now."

"Why are you here, Bryce? The food is overpriced and not even that good. I know you don't care about the performers, because you'd rather see yourself up there. So why are you here?" Kurt's eyes flashed dangerously.

"To show you what you're missing…" Bryce tried.

"I'm not missing anything. You were just fired from your show, you are a pompous ass, oh, and I'm engaged to the most amazing, talented, beautiful man that I've ever met. So no, I'm not missing anything." Kurt wanted to know if Bryce realized anything he tried would just irritate Kurt further.

Bryce smiled his killer smile again, "Like I said, easy love with Mr. Perfect, wait until you find out about his faults."

Kurt had enough, "For your information, my life with Blaine is not an easy love. We fought a lot of hate when we first got together. We worked through a lot of problems with his family and those around us. He held me when I cried on one of the lowest nights of my life and gave me the strength to confront my fears. We survived a breakup in college, and a crazy girl who loved Blaine and practically stalked him. Last year when he was attacked and almost died, I was there every day, helping him get better. When he couldn't use his hands or legs, I was there, determined to stick by his side even if he needed to be in a wheelchair forever. We scrounged together these past few months, and yes, we hit a bit of sad luck because his grandfather is sick and dying and finally decided to use his money, but no, that is not why I started dating Blaine or fell in love with him. You think this love has been easy. It wasn't. Recently, an asshole has been trying to get between us, and we almost let him, but it only made us stronger. And Blaine's faults? I know about them. He's grumpy in the morning. Actually, he's grumpy all day if he doesn't have coffee. Sometimes, he acts like a five year old. Actually, sometimes he acts like a twenty year old, he just is a five year old. He can't wear white without messing it up. He can't wear anything without messing it up. He is having a bad hair life unless he uses shellac or has me help him. He stands on furniture, all the time, usually without taking his shoes off. When he does take his shoes off, they fall right where they land. He has many more; do you want me to continue?" Kurt is heaving at this point, though he stayed relatively quiet and only a few people overheard. "I love him, Bryce. More than I think you're even able to contemplate ever feeling. I want to raise curly-haired, messy, singing children with him. I want to raise a son that looks just like him. I want to dress a daughter in greens and browns so her outfits match her eyes and his. So please, leave me alone, leave Blaine alone. You can't touch us, so stop trying."

Kurt wasn't quite sure where all of that came from.

Bryce threw a twenty on the counter and turned, "I didn't know, Kurt. I didn't know about all you've been through. You never told me about what happened to both of you."

"Because I didn't want to bring up the past to new people, I wanted people to see Blaine and I as a happy couple. I left Ohio partly because I was sick of the sadness in people's eyes because they knew what we'd been through." Kurt was still glaring at Bryce, "Can you just leave me alone? We weren't ever really friends, and I have no desire to be friends with you now."

Bryce nodded and grabbed a backpack, walking out into the snow and looking around before heading west.

Blaine hummed part of "Baby It's Cold Outside" as he ran up the stairs to the apartment, wanting to get in some more exercise in.

He walked into the apartment and locked all of the locks, "Abu! Come here puppy…" Blaine started stripping off his clothes, walking back to the bedroom and putting his sweats and t-shirt back on. A

Abu was jumping on his leg, and had his paws on Blaine's hip, "We're going to make Daddy Kurt's Christmas present from you, okay?"

Abu jumped down and tried to run away, knowing just from the tone of Blaine's voice that he was about to do something he didn't want to do. Blaine pulled out the wooden slab and paint he got at the local craft store.

This was going to get messy.

"Abu, come on, we're going to the guest bathroom." Blaine pulled Abu along and into the guest room, which was still used for storage, and into the bathroom.

Blaine knelt down and picked Abu up, "Now Abu, this paint is going to be cold. You cannot jump when you feel it, okay?" Blaine squirted out the teal paint. Blaine hoped Kurt liked it, it matched the ring box Blaine had, and the one Kurt just used.

Blaine jumped, he'd almost forgotten to take off his ring. He held it in his hand, juggling it around looking for somewhere to put it. His stomach growled and he decided to put it on top of the refrigerator, that way he could grab it once he was done here.

Kurt would kill him if he got paint on his ring.

Blaine next squirted out the "Dior Grey" paint that the saleswoman picked.

Blaine had spent nearly an hour in the arts and crafts store before a lady had asked if he needed help picking colors. She was a goddess, in Blaine's mind.

Blaine took Abu's paw and pressed it into the paint, and Abu acted like he'd been shocked. He started jumping all over Blaine and the bathroom, getting paw prints everywhere, including a beautiful one right on Blaine's cheek. For a second, Blaine considered pressing the wooden board to his cheek instead of trying to wrangle the dog.

"Abu! Stop it right now. I just need one paw print. Just one, please." He pressed his paw into the paint again, and the dog let him press his paw onto the board.

"Was that so hard?" Blaine asked, turning to grab a napkin to wipe off the dog.

Meanwhile, Abu was putting his paw anywhere it could reach - on the toilet, on the sink, all over the bathtub, and even on the wall. He then decided to roll over in the tub, getting grey all over his back. "Aw man, Abu! It was Daddy Kurt's turn to wash you too!"

Blaine quickly pressed his own hand into the teal paint, coating it thoroughly before pressing his hand onto the board, immediately hating how small his hand looked.

Abu was still rolling around in the tub, so Blaine quickly washed his hands and then set out to wash the dog.

When he finished, he dressed quickly, fixing his hair that was dripping wet from the bath he gave Abu.

"Hungry, hungry, hungry…" Blaine sang walking around the kitchen attempting to find something to eat.

He settled for a Hot Pocket.

When Kurt walked in, he saw Blaine sitting on the counter eating and drinking a juicy juice. "Really? This is what I just asked to marry me?"He glanced down at Blaine's hand, his heart dropping. "Where's your ring?"

Blaine stopped chewing and looked at his hand, "Oh. I took it off because the sink in the guest bathroom was dripping…and I didn't want to mess it up."

Kurt smiled, "Oh. Well, I'm going to go take a hot bath. You still need to shovel."

"Why can't you shovel?"

"Because you're big and strong." Kurt fluttered his eyelashes.

Blaine snorted, "We are being pretty stereotypical right now."

"And we shall continue to be when I soak in the bubble bath and you do the manly man work."

Blaine looked at Kurt, and realized something was off in his eyes. "Kurt, are you okay?"

"It's just…I saw Bryce at work today. He was an ass like normal…and I told him off. I'm just really stressed. I'm sorry, when I'm done with this bubble bath, we'll work on getting you ready for your meeting," Kurt's smile finally reached his eyes. "And you're putting that ring back on when you get in from shoveling."

Blaine laughed, "Of course. And I'll never take it off again. Well, until I get a new wedding ring? How is this going to work?"

"We'll figure it out. Stop stalling." Kurt moved towards the bathroom and Blaine set to work outside.

When Kurt emerged from the bathroom, he saw Blaine with his head inside the oven. "Blaine? Are you going all Sylvia Plath on me?"

Blaine hit his head on the top of the oven, 'What? No. I was just..looking for something."

"What did you lose?"

"My…contact."

"In the stove?" Kurt laughed, "I don't even want to know. I'm taking Abu out to use the bathroom. When I get back, have your contact in your eye and your hair ready to be worked by my talented hands."

Blaine watched Kurt leave and started to panic. "Oh my god. Where is it? I can't believe I lost it already. I was hungry when I put it somewhere, so I know it's here." Blaine started checking everywhere. It wasn't in the micrcowave, the dish strainer, the cup cupboard, inside the refrigerator, in the freezer, the food processor, it wasn't in the cearal nor the dish soap. "Oh my god, where is it?"

Blaine looked around, he probably put it up somewhere so Abu wouldn't get it.

The refrigerator.

Blaine reached on top of the refrigerator and grabbed his ring, pushing it onto his finger just as Kurt walked in. "Found it!"

"Was it in the stove?" Kurt wore a bemused expression.

"No, it was just on the floor," Blaine shrugged.

"Hmm. Come on curly cue." Kurt dragged Blaine to the bathroom and put a handful of gel into his hair, trying to make it look effortlessly perfect.

Kurt lost his breath and just stared at Blaine. "That bad?" Blaine looked in the mirror.

"You look amazing. I wish you would let me dress you more." Kurt hit him with his hip.

"Well, if you keep buying my clothes, I'll soon start dressing just like you."

Kurt glared, "Go to your meeting, Ken."

"Kiss for luck?" Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt, pulling his body flesh against the taller boy. "I love you."

Kurt leaned his forehead against Blaine's, "I love you too. No matter what."

Blaine sat impatiently in the waiting room of Sony Music. He tapped his foot on the floor and rifled through his bag.

He crossed his legs, then uncrossed his legs.

He checked his phone.

He texted Kurt.

Finally a door opened and he looked up to see a short woman with a huge bun on her head look at him, "Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine stood quickly, "Yes!"

"Follow me."

Dun dun! Do you think we've seen the last of Bryce? Is Blaine really going to sell all of his songs? Reviews please!