Sorry I haven't updated in a few days, I was out of town. This idea popped into my head while watching Never Been Kissed and I'm really happy with it, I think it's going to go and blow your mind ;) More Warbler magic by the way!
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Kurt stared into the mirror, adjusting his collar one last time. He was dressed in dark navy, save the red tie fastened around his neck. The outfit was almost perfect, a near exact replica of a Dalton student uniform. Spritzing another bit of hairspray onto his hair, Kurt stared into his reflection's eyes. He didn't really know what he was searching for. Perfection? Love? Sureness?
He slid on a pair of dark sunglasses, avoiding his own searching gaze.
It wasn't too late. Kurt knew he could go home, leave this fancy sanctuary of uncertainty and curl up with a good book and a mocha. But the feeling magic was about to occur lingered, pushing Kurt forward.
Suddenly, a buzz came from his phone.
Go!
Taking the deepest breath he ever had, Kurt pushed open the heavy oak door, racing out of the classroom. He followed the mob scurrying down the stairs, clutching his satchel. As he pulled off his sunglasses, he saw him.
Short, with gelled down curls and honey-green eyes, was the most beautiful boy Kurt had ever seen. A heart-wrenching joy swept through Kurt's chest, making him dizzy with nervousness and apprehension. Waiting till the handsome man was on a certain step, Kurt tapped him on the shoulder.
Honey met glasz. The boy beamed, eyes flooding with happiness. Kurt kept his expression innocently confused.
"Excuse me, um can I ask you a question, real quick, I'm new here,"
Eyebrows furrowing, the boy looked confused for a moment and then as realization moved through him, his grin grew. He shook Kurt's hand, feeling the firework shoot through their intertwined fingers.
"My name's Blaine,"
Kurt batted his eyelashes playfully, enjoying the feel of the boy's touch far too much.
"Kurt. So, what exactly is going on?"
Blaine got into it now, gesturing excitedly.
"The Warblers! They're putting on a performance in the senior commons. It tends to shut the school down for a while,"
Kurt looked shocked.
" So wait the glee club here is kinda cool?"
"The Warblers are like rock stars! Come on, I know a short cut," Blaine gripped Kurt's hand, running with him down a desolate hallway.
By the time they reached the common room, the Warblers had already begun. Blaine laughed as he recognized the song.
"What's going-" he began. Kurt smirked, stepping forward to join the do-wooping Warblers.
"You think I'm pretty, without any make-up on,
You think I'm funny, when I tell the punch line wrong,
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down,
Down,"
Kurt winked, dancing around the room. Blushing slightly, Blaine chuckled softly, gazing into Kurt's ocean eyes.
"Be your teenage dream, tonight,"
Blaine glanced around, expecting wild applause. Silence filled the room. Each and every Warbler wore a huge grin. David and Wes stood near the front, tears in their eyes. Blaine's eyes found Kurt once more.
He was on one knee.
Holding a little black box.
Blaine gasped, mind racing as the boys around him giggled. The world seemed to sway a little.
"Oh no you don't Anderson!" Wes snapped, stepping forward to steady the shocked man. Kurt started to rise, concern coloring his features. David pushed him back
"Down!" he cried. "Lover Boy is fine," He glared at Blaine menacingly. Finding Kurt's beautiful but questioning gaze, Blaine nodded, praying to a god he didn't believe in that his near fainting wouldn't scare the countertenor off.
Kurt's eyes twinkled as he began.
"Blaine Warbler," A few of the uniformed men laughed, shaking their heads.
"Five years ago, I came to spy for my glee club. I wasn't in a good place. I was tired and alone. But then I met the most amazing man." Kurt felt a tear run down his face as his voice broke.
"One who taught me everything in life. How to not always say no no no sir. How to sing in the dead of night. How to see the light. How to make of two hearts, one heart. How to be perfect. And of course, how to be a teenage dream," At that, Kurt wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, causing Blaine's cheeks to fill with warmth.
"Get some, Hummel!"
"Yah buddy!"
Both boys giggled, wiping tears from their eyes. Blaine took a step forward, grasping Kurt's free hand.
"I love you. So, so, so, so much. And Blaine, I don't want this to ever end. Through every power outage, every cold night, every bad decision, every Sebastian," A particularly loud chuckle echoed through the room as a boy that smelled like Kraigslist glared at the floor.
"Everything Blaine! I mean it. I don't want to ever not have you by my side. Ever." Kurt's angelic voice cracked once more. He wiped another tear away, laughing.
"And with that long and cheese-filled speech. Blaine Anderson," Blaine bit his lip, clutching his love's hand like a lifeline.
"Will you marry me?"
Shaking his head, Blaine grinned. Kurt's face fell.
"W-what?" he choked.
"No, no, Kurt it's just..." Blaine's voice trailed off as he reached into his jacket pocket.
"I've been carrying this around for months,"
In his hand was a lovely silver ring. Kurt's hand flew to his mouth.
"Yes!" the boys cried at the same time. They rose together, joining their lips together, stroking tears off each other's cheeks as the crowd of men clapped enthusiastically.
Blaine began to sob into Kurt's makeshift blazer.
"There is no 5-year Warbler reunion, is there?" he laughed.
Kurt nodded, running his hands through his boyfriend- no fiancée's curls. He wrapped his hands around Blaine's waist joyously, turning to face the Warblers.
"We're getting married!" he beamed.
"Finally!"
"Yes!"
"Does this mean there's going to be TWO bachelor parties?"
Wes took out his old gavel, pounding it against a table.
"Alright, alright, now the old council talked before and we think that for old times sake, Klaine needs to something one last time."
Kurt and Blaine exchanged apprehensive glances.
"Do you-?" Blaine began.
"Whatever it is, it's not me,"
David let out a villianous chuckle, clapping the two boys on the shoulders.
"Oh don't worry you two are going to enjoy this,"
Wes nodded in agreement, smirking.
"One...Last... Time in The Closet!" he gestured wildly to the door behind him.
The mob sounded off with a mix of groans and cackles.
Kurt and Blaine glowed, wiggling their eyebrows at each other. Snatching his fiancée's scarlet tie, Kurt dragged Blaine into the closet, pressing their lips together. Blaine closed the door behind them, admiring his new husband-to-be.
"This is insanely ironic,"
Didyah see that coming! I know, I'm brilliant ;) Also, I was bawling when I wrote Kurt's speech, so cayoot! Just so it's clear, this was set when they were about 22, living in NYC, but Kurt set up this "Warbler Reunion" to recreate their meeting and get them to visit Ohio. So sweet! Oh and idk about the closet thing, it just was cute to me! :D Hope you liked it! PLEASE REVIEW!
Klisses and Klugs to all!