A/N- Oh my happy, happy Klaine heart! I don't want to spoil for anyone who hasn't seen the episode yet (do you live under a rock?!) But lets just say I feel complete. Love you all, cause All You Need Is Love!
The newly engaged couple walk the few blocks to their building, Blaine reluctantly putting his gloves on at Kurt's insistence when he feels how cold his fingers are. They are quiet for the most part, until they are inside in the warm, happily shrugging out of their coats and blazers, rolling up their shirtsleeves and moving to the kitchen where Blaine automatically begins to heat milk for hot chocolate.
"So when did you want to tell everyone?" Kurt asks excitedly as he perches on a stool.
"Tomorrow? Is that okay?" Blaine asks. "I know it's exciting, and I know you struggle not to tell the entire world every little detail of our life but...just...let's just have tonight."
"I agree," Kurt smiles. "But I do not tell the entire world everything."
"Your Facebook statuses are legendary," Blaine laughs as he sits on the counter. "Blaine is in the shower and I'm reading. Blaine has gone grocery shopping, I'll bet he forgets to buy Parmesan. Totally kicked Blaine's ass at Monopoly this evening."
"I did!" he cries. "Anyway, at least I know what Facebook is," Kurt says as he pokes out his tongue.
"I have an account!"
"Which hasn't been updated in almost a year."
"Well maybe I'll update it tomorrow then," he grins as he kisses into Kurt's hair. "Relationship status: engaged to Kurt Hummel."
"Yes!" Clapping his hands in excitement, his eyes widen as Blaine removes his bow tie and unfastens the top two buttons of his shirt. "Oh," he exclaims softly. Blaine says nothing, just arches one eyebrow and looks down at him. "Hot," he explains, making Blaine laugh and ruffle his hair as he hops from the counter.
He makes their drinks, pushing one across the counter to Kurt who blows across the top absentmindedly, only coming out of his daydream when he hears Blaine clearing his throat. "Um... Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"Shall we...uh...do you want to move to the couch?"
"Sure," he replies nonchalantly, but as soon as he's seated he feels the air turn heavy with want when Blaine slides closer and smooths a hand firmly over his thigh.
"The way you blow across the top of your drink makes me insanely horny," Blaine laughs, reaching out to run his fingers over the back of Kurt's neck.
"And the sight of you in shirtsleeves with an open neck is one which I will never tire of," Kurt replies, trailing a finger into the crevice. He takes Blaine's mug, setting them both carefully on the coffee table. "I want to make love to you," he whispers, falling into Blaine's arms and placing a kiss to the hollow of his throat.
"I'm not stopping you," Blaine replies, voice cracking with desire.
"It's okay to make love to my fiancé?" Kurt teases as his hands wander under Blaine's shirt to ghost over his strong stomach muscles.
"It's more than okay."
"Do you like being called my fiancé?"
"It's only all I've ever dreamed of," Blaine answers, a smile on his lips which quickly turns to a small gasp of surprise when Kurt rubs the pads of his thumbs over his nipples. "You're wicked," he chuckles.
"Mmhmm," Kurt agrees, removing his hands and setting to work on Blaine's buttons instead.
"Am I even allowed to touch your clothes?" Blaine asks as his hands hover at Kurt's cravat.
"I guess," he murmurs, dropping sweet kisses to Blaine's collar bone. "Since it's a special occasion."
"Thanks," Blaine laughs. His face creases into a frown of concentration as he struggles with the cravat, huffing frustratedly when Kurt removes it for him. He doesn't fare any better with his shirt either, the tiny little buttons- which Blaine knew would appeal to Kurt when he picked it- turn out to be hideously intricate and hard to undo, and eventually Kurt reaches up and stills his shaking hands.
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know why, but I'm incredibly nervous," Blaine says with a small laugh. "I want this to be perfect and I can't even undress my fiancé properly."
"Well you know I'm hopeless with cuff links," Kurt tells him with a sweet smile. "So here." Pulling Blaine to his feet, they stand facing each other in the lamplight. "Let's strip together and get all these infernal layers out the way."
Blaine relaxes then, smiling as they pull off their clothes quickly until they're down to just their briefs when Kurt reaches for him. "I think I can manage to remove these for you," he whispers into Blaine's ear as his fingers dip teasingly below the waistband. "Though I don't know why, but I feel nervous too."
"We're silly."
"Or deeply in love," Kurt offers.
"That's good. We can go with that," Blaine chuckles as he winds his arms around Kurt's neck and kisses him tenderly. "Because I do love you so very much. And tonight you've made me the happiest man the world."
"You said yes, your happiness cannot compare with my relief," Kurt tells him as he plays with his hair.
"Did you ever doubt?"
"Not doubt..." he starts, scrunching his nose as he thinks. "But I worried...I don't know actually. I don't know what I worried for just..."
"I know what you mean," Blaine reassures. "Kind of like we are right now, I guess."
"Yes. It's like...we know it's okay but...we want it to be perfect for the other one."
"I..." Blaine starts, but loses all trail of thought when Kurt pushes close to him and their clothed cocks rub together. "That's so good," he gasps. "It always feels so good."
"Lie down," Kurt orders and Blaine tumbles back onto the couch, pulling Kurt with him. "Don't make me come in my underwear again," Kurt warns him as Blaine pulls his thigh up to grind against him.
"Not a chance. Not tonight, anyway." He beams as they stare deep into one another's eyes, Kurt gently brushing a stray curl from Blaine's forehead before caressing his face, allowing his fingers to travel lower until they trail over his chest.
Soft sighs and moans fill the room, but they still don't move much beyond kissing and gentle touches, drawing out the night for as long as they can until they are both hard and beginning to become desperate. It is Kurt who breaks first, bringing his hand to cup Blaine's erection roughly through his briefs.
"I need to be inside you," he groans, pushing his own underwear from his hips before tackling Blaine's.
"Yes...oh god, yes." Blaine rolls from the couch, fumbling in the pocket of his pants for a small packet of lube, pausing on his knees as he notices Kurt watching him with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't know what the evening would entail," he says with a small blush.
Kurt shakes his head, laughs and takes the packet from him, slicking his fingers as Blaine falls on his hands and knees in front of him. He stays sitting on the couch, leaning forward to kiss at the base of Blaine's spine. "Gorgeous," he murmurs as he slowly opens Blaine up. "Just exquisite."
Blaine doesn't answer but falls down onto his elbows, pushing his ass into the air and exposing himself for his lover. His breathing comes hot and heavy as Kurt pushes two fingers deep inside while smoothing his other hand over Blaine's back. Eventually, neither can take it anymore, Blaine writhing and whimpering as Kurt palms himself, desperately needing any sort of friction.
"Up here," Kurt encougrages, and Blaine climbs eagerly into his lap, locking his fingers at the base of Kurt's neck as he sinks slowly onto his cock.
"Oh," he whispers, unable to vocalise any more than that as Kurt holds him tightly and kisses his shoulder.
"I love you, future husband of mine," Kurt smiles up at him, leaning happily into the sweet caress of Blaine's hand over his cheek.
"I love you too." Blaine presses their foreheads together as he begins to ride him slowly, grinding himself onto Kurt as they kiss deeply, tongues winding together happily until they absolutely have to break apart to catch their breath.
Kurt's hands move to grip Blaine's ass as he thrusts into him, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses wherever he can reach. Despite the temperature outside, their bodies press together, slick with sweat as their hair turns damp and they cling to one another. Throwing his head back, Kurt moans long and loud, aware the noise is coming from him but completely unable to stop it when he feels Blaine's sweet lips trailing over his neck and throat. He winds his fingers into his curls, now broken free of their gel, and tugs hard.
"My boy," Blaine moans, rising and falling onto Kurt's cock as if made for that purpose. "Look at me, Kurt."
Blue eyes fly open, meeting amber as Blaine cradles Kurt's face in his hands. His cock is pushed between them, rubbing over Kurt's stomach as he spills, moaning into Kurt's open mouth who thrusts up into him a few more times before driving deep as he pulses inside, gripping Blaine's back for all he's worth and sighing happily into the salty taste of his skin. They rock together slowly, sharing tender, loving kisses before Kurt carefully withdraws and Blaine lies the full length of the couch, pulling Kurt tight against his chest, who laughs softly.
"Are you giggling?" Blaine asks in utter disbelief, still dazed and confused.
"Yes."
"Have you regressed to your twelve year old self?" He kisses into Kurt's damp hair, smiling at the feel of his naked body shaking with laughter as it rests in his arms.
"I was about tell you not to get semen on the couch," he says as he laughs harder. "Then I figured it would probably ruin the moment. And now I can't stop thinking about it. I don't know why it's funny, it's actually kinda gross when you think about it...but my first thought, when you lay down was 'don't ruin the couch by getting jizz all over it.'" He is laughing all out now, joined by Blaine who rolls him over so he's lying on top of him.
"There. No jizz on the couch. I'm glad I'm marrying such an elegant, classy individual," he laughs. "I love you, gorgeous boy. Let's get cleaned up and get to bed."
Blaine is awoken the next morning when he is unceremoniously shoved from Kurt's chest, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes as his young fiancé leaps from the bed.
"It's morning! It's morning! Can I call my dad? Can I?"
Blaine's husky laugh rumbles deep inside. "Yes," he answers, pulling himself from the bed and kissing Kurt's lips. "You call him in here, I'll go make breakfast and call my parents too."
Laughing at the sheer volume of Kurt's excited "Dad! I have news!" Blaine pads to the kitchen and pours coffee, waiting patently for his mom to pick up the phone.
"Good morning darling!" Sara exclaims happily.
"Mom? How did you know it was me?" Blaine asks in confusion.
"I didn't."
"...Oh. Okay. Um... So, Kurt proposed to me last night."
"That's nice...hang on...wait...Kurt proposed! Oh my goodness! Ahhhhh!" she yells happily. "My boys are engaged! Wait a second...he beat you to it?"
"He sure did," Blaine laughs happily.
"You said yes, didn't you darling?"
"Of course I said yes!"
"Engaged! Oh gosh. Mike! Mike! Get in here!" Blaine holds the phone away from his ear as she bellows loudly. "MICHAEL! HERE, NOW!"
Blaine hears faint rumblings, then the gruff, sleep filled voice of his dad entering the room.
"Is dad there?"
"He is. I'll put him on."
"Actually mom, put me on speaker."
"Hey son."
"You knew."
"I did," Mike says with a laugh in his voice. "Congratulations."
"You knew?" Sara asks. "What do you mean, you knew?"
"Kurt asked for Blaine's hand at thanksgiving," he tells her.
"He didn't ask for my hand," Blaine moans, embarrassed. "He just wanted your permission to propose."
"His exact words were 'I would like to ask you for Blaine's hand in marriage,'" Mike tells him smugly. "I was there, you were not. Did he buy champagne?"
"Yes. Thank you. You didn't have to get that for us."
"You gave a minor money to buy alcohol?" Sara asks incredulously. "Michael."
"No, I gave my future son-in-law money to get some champagne to celebrate his engagement. So...Blaine. How is your fiancé?"
"He's perfect," Blaine grins. "Dad it was wonderful. He made me a suit..."
"Yes I know that. He's been emailing me about it."
"Oh. Well anyway, he made me this suit and took me to dinner."
"At that tower place?"
"Yes."
"Ah good. He was worried you might not like it there..."
"Do you just know everything?" Blaine snaps.
"I was wondering the same," Sara remarks dryly.
"Sorry. Kurt needed someone to talk to. The poor kid has been a nervous wreck over it all. And since he didn't want anyone else to know, he only had me. Sorry Blaine, carry on."
"No, don't carry on darling," Sara interrupts. "Kindly get off the phone so I can call Carole. We need to squeal."
"Kurt's on the phone with her right now, so I'm gonna bore you with all the details," Blaine grins, then proceeds to fill them in.
"So Kurt is..." Sara starts after Blaine has run through every last detail.
"Kurt is here! Right now!" he calls, perhaps a little louder than anticipated as he holds one hand out to him.
"And does he know that you were planning...?"
"No, no. No, no." Blaine forces out through gritted teeth, aware of Kurt eyeing him strangely. "Everything is fine."
"You'll have to say something at some point though," she reasons.
"I know," he hisses, hopeful that Kurt is distracted by his cereal. "Just not yet."
"Can I talk with Kurt?"
"No. Absolutely not."
"Oh please," she wheedles. "I promise I won't mention anything about your plans."
"Ugh. Okay. But I'm putting you on speaker, and I will disown you if you..."
"Yes, yes."
The rest of the day is spent basking in happy congratulations for Kurt, and for Blaine, trying to cut anyone and everyone off when they mention the planned New Years proposal. After dinner Kurt decides to take a bath, much to Blaine's relief as he remembers Sebastian's stern command to appear online at eight sharp.
Blaine: I'm here
Seb: Blaine, what the fuck?
Wes: I was going to ask the same, only not quite so eloquently.
Santana: OMG BLAINE, KURT ASKED YOU FIRST! OMG!
Wes: Santana, why do you sound like Rachel?
Santana: BECAUSE THIS IS RACHEL! I KNEW IF YOU SAW MY NAME YOU WOULD ALL RUN SO ZJDJDMCLSOIDKEKSdkdkdkkdkkoowp,&: '
Santana: Laptop now retrieved. Berry is in some considerable pain. So. Blaine. Ouch.
Blaine: No, not ouch. It was perfect. He...he's just amazing, you guys. He's nineteen for fucks sake, and he sold his car to buy my engagement ring. He made me a suit, took me to dinner and then, in a place that is so special to us, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. He was shaking with nerves and shining with love and I'm just, I'm just so happy right now.
Joe: Awww!
Wes: Yeah, that's...that's just... STUPID DAMN TEARS!
Santana: Can I still be maid of honor?
Blaine: Yes.
Nick: So what now?
Jeff: You're still having a party, right? Tell me you're still having a party.
Blaine: Of course! Only now it's gonna be our engagement party.
Joe: So what did Kurt say, when you said you were planning to propose too?
Blaine: I haven't told him. He doesn't know.
Rachel: WHY HAVEN'T YOU TOLD HIM, BLAINE? THAT'S JUST DUMB. FOR SOMEONE SO OLD YOU ARE INCREDIBLY STUPID SOMETIMES!
Seb: I was about to go offline to avoid Berry, but I have to say, I agree.
Blaine: It's not dumb. And I will tell him, at some point. But I want this to be his. I want him to own this moment. You know? I never thought someone would propose to me. Ever. And I figured because he was so young that he would kind of be waiting on me to do it. But he didn't. And it wasn't a spur of the moment thing either. He went to my dad and asked his permission, he planned everything down to the last minute detail. I don't want to take away from all that by saying 'oh you know what? I had my own proposal planned too.' Why would I do that to him?
Santana: I see your point, but actually, I don't think he'd be upset. I think he'd be more happy about getting a sparkly ring.
Rachel: IT IS SPARKLY, ISN'T IT, BLAINE? IT HAS TO SPARKLE!
Blaine: It should do. It's got enough diamonds on it.
Rachel: SQUEAL!
Joe: Who is this girl? She's crazy.
Jeff: Santana's roommate and Kurt's best friend.
Seb: And yes she is.
Wes: Getting back on track; Blaine, if you want my advice, I would sit on it a while. Like you said, let Kurt have this moment and then, when the time is right, present him the ring and tell him. You have this endearingly sweet manner when you admit to things which makes people forget about the content of your words and focus on you. Kurt won't be upset, he will be thrilled with a sparkly ring, sure, but he'll be more pleased to realize you want to marry him as much as he wants to marry you.
Blaine: AND THIS IS WHY WES TRUMPS YOU ALL!
Rachel: OMG YOU SOUND LIKE ME!
Blaine: Shit.
Santana: Actually, I trump Wes because I have breasts.
Blaine: That's kinda irrelevant to me, in case you didn't notice.
Joe: I like breasts!
Jeff: Dude, she's a scary as shit lesbian. You're wasting your time.
Wes: Everyone's gay, Joe. Except me.
Rachel: I AM NOT GAY!
Blaine: No, but you're very much taken. And Joe, so are you.
Joe: Nope. Not any more!
Blaine: Sorry.
Joe: Don't be.
Seb: Bringing us back to the topic in hand, did you and Kurt have really dirty sex to celebrate?
Blaine: We made love, yes.
Nick:HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Jeff: Blaine you're freaking hilarious!
Joe: He's just being a gentleman.
Santana: You're even funnier than he is! Blaine and Kurt are filthy. They might not look it, in their dapper clothes with their cute bow ties and blushes...but we're talking butt plugs, handcuffs, vibrators... Blow jobs in back alleys...
Blaine: How the hell did you know about that?!
Joe: Well I'll never look at you in the same way again, Blaine. Not that I even know what a butt plug is.
Seb: I could show you?
Joe: Um...
Blaine: How did you know?
Rachel: I TOLD HER! KURT TOLD ME AND I TOLD HER AND FINN.
Wes: And me.
Rachel: OH YES. AND WES.
Blaine: Know what? I'm gonna go. Kurt is taking a bath and I'm...
Seb: Gonna go join him? Oh please say yes, please!
Blaine: Yes.
Seb: *whispers* Thank you Jesus.
Blaine: ;D
Kurt yelps as Blaine splashes into the tub and sprawls on top of him, covering his neck and shoulders in kisses.
"I was nearly asleep!"
"Good job I came in then," he grins as his hands smooth over his sides. "Did you tell Rachel about our very public oral encounter a few weeks back?"
"Oh shit. She promised she wouldn't say anything. When did you speak with her?"
"She came online when I was checking emails," Blaine lies. "And just so you know, she told Santana, Wes...and your brother."
"She told Finn?" Kurt shrieks as he sits and water splashes over the side of the tub. "I'm gonna kill her. Damn. I should have known. She's just terrible at keeping things to herself."
"Pot, kettle, black?" Blaine asks, before Kurt realizes what he's said and hangs his head in embarrassment.
"Are you mad?"
"No I'm not mad," he smiles, lifting Kurt's chin and kissing his cheek. "But you should know that I've just told Sebastian of my intentions to climb in this tub and get dirty with you before we get clean."
"When did you talk with him?" Kurt cries.
"He was online too."
"Oh. So this getting dirty... What exactly does that entail?"
"Allow me to show you," Blaine says with a grin.