AN: Apparently I can't decide how this proposal is going to go. Hope you don't mind another take!
Prompt: Malcolm Reed - "You're good at building things, I'm good at blowing them up." - 'Enterprise'
"Kurt, will you marry me?"
I looked down at the ring Blaine was holding out to me. As much as I loved him, I also couldn't forget the times that he had hurt my feelings, whether he meant to or not. The serenade at the Gap, the infatuation with Rachel, his 'friendship' with Sebastian, the accusation that I was cheating in front of the entire Glee Club only to top it off with really cheating on me. All that, and I still loved him, despite trying to let him go. Despite trying to fall for Adam.
I wanted to say yes. The word was right on the tip of my tongue but I was having a hard time making myself say it.
I had dreamed about this moment many times since Blaine and I had started dating. I had even dreamed about it since we had broken up. It was something I was good at, building up a fantasy in my head. But my life was far from a fantasy. I never got what I wanted without a fight and I didn't know if a broken heart was worth this fight.
"Kurt?"Blaine said again, and I knew that I had been standing there too long.
"I don't know what to say," I finally told him, watching his expression of happy anticipation crumble before me. "It's just feels like this is just one more of those fantasies that I'm so good at creating."
Blaine smiled. "You are good at building dreams and I want to help you make those dreams come true. I know I've done my share at shattering your dream world in the past, I told you before I'm terrible at romance, but I'm tired of managing to ruin the good things in my life. I know I've got a lot to learn, but you're the one that can teach me. We're the perfect complement to each other."
I smiled. That was hardly the romantic speech you would get in a movie but it was so Blaine.
"You really do suck at this whole romance thing," I informed him.
Blaine smiled again. "Is that a yes or a no?" he asked, holding the box with the ring in it a little higher.
"It's an I'll think about it," I told him, reaching out and taking the box from him. I closed the lid and held the box in my hand. I wasn't ready to wear the ring, but I wanted it while I thought about the proposal. I knew this was the final decision. Either I said yes, and kept Blaine in my life or we went our separate ways. It wasn't a choice I was going to make quickly.