AN: Because I need a Klaine fix after that Tina/Blaine fiasco last night. This one does have a sequel. It's inspired by "You're Still The One" by Shania Twain

It felt strange to be in my father's house again after spending most of the last four years in New York City but here I was. Mercedes was getting married this weekend, to some pre-med student she had met out in California, and she had come home to be married in her Church. I would have come home for the wedding anyway but when she had told me she wanted me to stand up beside her during the ceremony, I couldn't refuse her though that meant so much more responsibility like making sure the bachelorette party was a success. Still, this was Mercedes and I would do anything for her.

"How was your night out with the girls?" Blaine asked sleepily from my bed, having come with me from New York.

"A lot of fun, although as drunk as Mercedes, Rachel and Tina were I don't think they're going to remember most of it," I told him, walking over and sitting down on the unoccupied side of the bed.

I glanced at the alarm clock - three a.m. No wonder I was so tired but as I was the only one who hadn't been drinking tonight I had to make sure everyone got home okay.

"You could have came with us," I said, pulling off a shoe tiredly and dropping it to the floor.

"Nah, me drunk with a bunch of girls - I probably would have been making out with all of them," Blaine replied, referring to the time in high school that he had made out with Rachel Berry.

"That's what you think," I told him, pulling back the blanket he was snuggling under.

"Aren't you going to get undressed for bed?"

I shook my head. "Too tired."

"Let me help you then," he said, sitting up in the bed and reaching for the bow tie I had been wearing tonight.

In no time I was under the blanket with Blaine, clad only in my underwear. After kissing me on the lips, Blaine was soon finding other places to kiss. I sighed with contentment.

"Still feeling tired?" he asked softly before nipping at my ear.

"Yeah, but this feels better than sleep."

"You know Mercedes getting married had made me start thinking that perhaps it's time you and I made things official."

"What?" I asked, the words tugging me from my sleepy contentment.

"Kurt Hummel will you marry me?" Blaine asked, as he looked down into my eyes.

"Shouldn't you be down on one knee?" I asked, my mind still trying to process what was going on. I knew that Blaine was the one that I wanted for life but this was not how or when I expected him to ask. I hadn't even been sure that he didn't expect me to do the asking.

"That's not an answer and besides when have you ever known me to do things traditionally."

"Yes," I whispered, moving to press my lips against his. Any thought of being tired was gone.