AN: So I think everyone wants an answer to the question posed in the previous drabble. Well here you go. It's inspired by lyrics from"Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane
The question hung there, like an ornament on a Christmas tree. But like the ornament it could stay hanging forever - the ornament either fell or someone put it away for another year. I knew I couldn't do that with the question though. This was it. This was the point where either I gave him a second chance or we ended that chapter of our lives and hopefully remained friends.
Staring into the familiar depths of his eyes, I saw every emotion that Blaine was feeling - the love, the guilt, doubt, hope and fear. So much hung on my one answer. I heard the words of my father earlier from the night about learning to hold those you love close. I loved Blaine - that was one thing I had no doubt of. This all wouldn't hurt so bad if I didn't. The only question I had ever had through all of this was if he truly loved me.
"Will you marry me?"
I knew Blaine enough to know that those words weren't something that he would speak lightly. He'd been hurt in the past too. He had lived through the union of two people who were together because of a vow made and not because the love was there. He had always said he never wanted that for himself - that he wanted a relationship like the one he saw with my father and stepmother. Asking that question meant he loved me.
Still...
"I'm not ready for that step. I don't want to rush . . . I mean look a Rachel and Finn."
"Kurt, I'm not saying we run off and get married tomorrow. There is nothing wrong with a long engagement. What I am saying is that despite being an idiot, you are the one that I want to spend my life with. I know that now and I'm willing to make that commitment to you."
I took a deep breath. I knew what I wanted to say but part of me was wondering if I would be able to get the word out or if fear would win out.
"Yes," I said, the word barely enough of a whisper. Part of me wondered if anyone could hear it beside myself.
But Blaine must have heard it because the next thing I knew he was throwing his arms around me, throwing me off balance. If it wasn't for Blaine's hold on me, I was sure I would be on the ice.
"We still need to have that heart-to-heart," I told him softly, hugging him closely. We needed to talk about what happened and worked through it but now I was sure that we would work it out. The two of us could work through anything because we belonged together in a way that only we knew and understood.