The Klaine Proposal Chapter 2
Kurt's POV
Kurt left Blaine's desk, and continued to office. He entered office to see Lopez and Brittany Lopez. Even though they both worked there Santana was in charge.
Santana was working on her computer, while Brittany was eating Dots. She really liked those. Santana look up at me.
"Hello. How are you today?" Santana asked me.
"Hello. Why did you want to see me? It is a very busy day today." I told her, starting to get a little irritated by all the interruptions that happened today.
"Well, you certainly aren't up for small talk. Remember when you went to that book fair in Canada last Summer while your deportation papers were getting approved, and you weren't allowed to leave the country?" She asked me.
"Yes, but I had to leave or else we would have lost the sale." I told her
"Kurt, your Visa application has been denied. You are being deported." She told me. Okay, I was officially starting to freak out a little.
"Deported? W-wait, I'm not even a immigrant. I'm from Canada for crying out loud!" I yelled at her.
"Kurt, trust me, I don't want you to leave either. But, the law is the law. I can't do anything. I'm sorry." She told me. She looked truly sad.
"Okay, well I can work from Canada for a little while until this is all straighten out." I told her
"Kurt, if your deported you can't work for a American company." She told me.
At that moment Blaine knocked on the door. Great, now Blaine was here. There has to be something I can do to stay.
"Um, Kurt. Oprah called, she needs to talk to you." He told me.
Wait a second, Blaine is single isn't he? He's gay. He also wants to keep his job. Blaine, I guess was kinda good-looking. He will be perfect for this.
By then Blaine was standing in front of the door. I started to move towards him. I put my arm around his waist. He looked surprised.
"Well, you see. Blaine and I are actually getting married!" I told her. Blaine automatically stiffed up, and Santana and Brittany both looked at us.
"The unicorns are getting married!" Brittany said while she hopped up and down clapping. I looked at her and smiled. Blaine still looked like he saw a ghost.
"Well, I didn't even know you guys were dating." She said a little shocked.
"Well, all the late nights working, and running for coffee. I guess something just clicked." I told her. I'm a good liar.
"Blaine, why didn't you tell anyone about this?" He asked him.
"Um, well, uh, I.." Blaine tried to say something. Must have been too shocked. I filled her in on the rest of the lie.
"We were trying to keep it on the down low." I paused for a minute. "We were just two people who weren't meant to fall in love, but did." I told her as I patted Blaine's chest.
She smiled. "Well, congratulations! Just make it all legal, and we will act like this never happened." Santana and Brittany both smiled as we left.
I had to basically drag Blaine back to my office.
Blaine POV
'What the heck just happened?' I thought. I passed by Wes's desk
"Really, him?" He asked me.
I just stared at him shocked while Kurt dragged me to his office. 'Why am I marrying Kurt, my boss?' I thought to myself.
Kurt just sat down and continued working. When did he plan on telling me we were getting married? Why are we getting married? He is such a bitch! I'm not marrying him. No, I won't do it.
"I'm not marrying you!' I told him
He put down the manuscript and signed. He looked up at me. "Yes you are, because if you don't you will lose your job. I would have been deported and Puck would have been in charge. He would of fired you the first second I left. Now unless you want to lose your job, you will marry me." He continued working.
"But...ugh!" Was all I managed to say.
He looked a bit angry. If anyone should be angry it should be me!
"We will go to the deportation office tomorrow and tell them about our engagement. After that we will get married, then get a quick divorce, and go back to our separate lives. But until then, you're marrying me. You can go back to work now." He pointed to my desk. I left to my desk. 'I can't believe I'm doing this.'
Next Morning at Deportation office 7:00 AM Blaine's POV
Kurt called me and said to meet him here at 6:00 AM. That's too early for me. Kurt looked at the long line and signed. He walked right to the front of the line.
"Kurt, there is a line." I told him.
"Yeah, full of fast food workers and gardeners, not publishers." He said as he went to talk to the person at the front desk.
Gosh, he could really be rude sometimes. We were showed to a room where we had to wait for the social worker to show up. I went to sit down as Kurt stood texting. The women walked in.
"Please sit, make yourself comfortable." She told us. Kurt finally sat down. He just smiled at her. She smiled at us for a second, then got serious.
"Is this thing a whole scam just so he won't be deported and so you can keep your job?" She asked us. Kurt and I both stared at her wide eyed.
"No, of course not. Who gave you that idea?" Kurt asked her.
"I can't tell you. Someone just called and said that it was a scam." She said.
"Oh, was it Noah Puckerman. Poor Puck. He was fired recently and, he didn't take it too well. I'm truly sorry about that." He told her.
She looked at me next. "Well, you're quiet. You could face up to 10-years in Federal Prison, and a $50,000 fine. So, I will asked again. Is there anything you want to say?" She asked me.
I shook my head 'no'. "Really, nothing?" She asked again. I shook my head 'no' then 'yes'. "Okay, go ahead." she said.
I had to make them believe we were getting married. I need my job. "Kurt and I are just two people who weren't meant to fall in love, but did." I said grabbing Kurt's hand while smiling at him. Those years of acting school really paid off. Kurt looked at me impressed.
"Have you guys told your parents about your engagement?" The woman asked us.
"Mine are dead." Kurt said. Well, he doesn't hold anything back does he? "But, Blaine's are alive. We're actually going to see them this weekend." He continued to say.
"Oh, where will that be at?"
"Um, why am I doing all the talking? They're your parents, you can jump in and say something." Kurt said as he squeezed by hand harder. My hand started to hurt a little.
I thought for a moment. Should I leave Kurt hanging, or save him? Wait, I want my job. So I should answer.
"Alaska." I said.
"Al-alaska." Kurt stuttered saying. I think he was surprised.
"You two are going to Alaska this weekend?" She asked us. Does she think we're lying? I better lie better. Before I could saw anything, Kurt cut in.
"Yeah, it's Gammey's 90th birthday." Kurt said.
"I stared at him, a little shocked that he could remember that. Kurt looked over at me. What did he want me to do? I just nodded to. She looked at us.
"Okay, just remember, I will be able to tell if you guys are pulling a scam." She told us as she gave us a big book.
She handed it to Kurt. Kurt just threw it on my lap. How big was this thing? It was like, five dictionaries. Okay, maybe not that big, but it felt like it. What the heck even is in this book?
"Um, what's this?" I asked her
She looked at me and smiled evilly. "Well, that is a book of questions that I will be asking you guys Monday when you come back. You better study this weekend." She told us. Kurt started to talk again.
"Why would we need to study? I know my Blaine like the back of my hand." He said smiling at her. Wow, he really was selling this. She just looked at the both us again, and sighed.
"Okay, you guys can go. See you Monday." She told us as we left.
Kurt dragging me by the hand until we got outside, then he let go. I was a little scared. This is crazy. What was Kurt thinking? I could go to jail! I'm not marrying him.
"I'm not marring you!" I told him
Kurt looked up at me, clearly irritated. "Yes, you are." He said smugly
How could he be so selfish? "No, I could go to jail Kurt! Don't you understand that?" I yelled at him.
He looked up from his phone and glared at me. "Fine, if you marry me, I will publish 10,000 copies of you manuscript." He told me, clearly giving in a little.
I thought a moment. "20,000 copies." I told him
"Absolutely not!" Kurt yelled at me
"Okay, find someone else then. Have a good life Kurt." I told him as I began to walk.
"Blaine! No! Okay! Okay, 20,000 copies!" He yelled to me.
I was stunned for a few moments. I looked back to him. Were those tear in his eyes? I began to walk back to him. I was gonna push my luck a little bit. "Okay!" I said happily. He looked at me then back to his phone. "But..." I told him. He looked up at me. "You have to asked me properly." I told him.
"What?" He asked me looking a little confused.
"You heard me. Down on one knee." I told him, trying to keep a straight face.
"Are you serious?" He asked me with a surprised look on his face. I wouldn't blame him. We're in the middle of Central Park. There are a lot of people around. Still, he wants me to marry him.
"Yes, I'm serious." I told him, holding in a chuckle.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." He said as he got down on one knee. I want to laugh so bad.
"Blaine.." He said. "Will you marry me?" He asked, looking bored.
"No." I told him
Why?" He asked me appalled.
"You didn't ask nicely." I told him. Wow, I hope I don't get fired for this.
"Fine. Dear, sweet, adorable, Blaine." He said looking a little red.
"Yes?" I asked him. This is too much fun!
"Will you please marry me? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" He asked me desperately.
"Okay! I don't enjoy the sarcasm, but okay Kurt. See you tomorrow morning!" I told him as I walked away. He was having a bit of trouble getting up in his high boots and skin-tight jeans. How could he stand those pants? Were they painted on? I;m not evil though. I walked back to him.
"Would you like some help?" I asked as I held out my hand. He hesitated for a moment, then grabbed my hand.
"Thanks." He told me. We were still holding hands. His eyes met mine. Wow, his are really blue. We just stared for a few moments. We both looked down at our "hands. His were really soft. We both let go at the same time.
T-tomorrow?" He asked me stuttering.
"Y-yeah, t-t-tomorrow." I told him also stuttering. Wow, I never stutter. Hmm, must just be nerves. We both walked our separate ways. Gotta pack for Alaska!