Brian looks outside at the weather and grimaces. He could get a cab to the retirement home, but given how heavy the storm is, he doesn't really think he stands much chance of getting one, so pulling open the front door of the building, he opens up his umbrella and steps out.

Kurt and Blaine are not huddled in the doorway under the canopy as they often are, so Brian assumes they're staying home this evening...until he trips over Blaine's foot, and then he notices them.

Kneeling on the sidewalk in the pouring rain, eating each other's faces, as Loic would say. Blaine doesn't even flinch, and they also don't pull apart as they usually do.

"Sorry boys," Brian calls above the noise of the rumbling storm. "Didn't see you there. I wasn't really expecting you to be kneeling on the sidewalk."

He gets no answer, and carries on his way, looking back at the corner to find them still kissing.

In fact, he's probably several blocks down by the time they do actually pull apart, breathless and soaking wet, though they couldn't care less.

"Yes?" Kurt asks, still holding Blaine's face in his hands.

"Yes." Blaine laughs, and unable to resist, he gives another kiss to his lips. "Absolutely yes. Why would it ever be a no?"

"Well, I kinda assumed you'd agree, but you never know."

"You surprised me," Blaine says, then bites his lip, before leaning close to kiss under Kurt's jaw. "I asked dad's permission the day I came home from the hospital."

"Really?" Kurt laughs. "Cause I asked him at New Years."

"He knew?"

"Of course he knew! He knew before I did. It was...Oh!" Kurt suddenly remembers something. "Come with me," he urges, tugging Blaine to his feet. "Oh, but keep kissing me, cause I'm not ready to stop just yet."

They stagger inside, kissing heatedly, until Kurt breaks away and grins. "You're my fiancé!"

"That is...yeah, that is like the best thing ever," Blaine says, pressing the button for the elevator. "Man, we're really wet."

"It's raining."

"Yeah." Blaine gives a shudder as the elevator arrives, and he quickly tugs Kurt inside.

"Cold?"

"Yeah, but you're hot," Blaine murmurs, immediately kissing along Kurt's jaw again, until he gets to his earlobe. "My fiancé."

"Stop it." Kurt laughs, but it turns into a whimper when Blaine unbuttons the top button of his shirt, and bites at his neck. "There are cameras in here."

"I don't care."

Kurt lets his head fall back against the wall with a thud, as images of Blaine taking him right there and then form in his head. "Hmm. Are you gonna get wild tonight?"

"Very."

"Fuck, yes."

The elevator opens, and they step out, then Blaine tugs on Kurt's hand as they head to their apartment. "Not like, really wild. Just like...Blaine wild," he says, panicking, in case Kurt is expecting some kind of bondage session.

"Wild Blaine is amazing," Kurt says happily, then pulls him inside, kicking the door closed behind them.

Blaine is on him right away, filled with a deep longing to make love to this man who had just laid his heart on the line in the best possible way, but Kurt steps back, kissing his lips lightly. "Wait here," he says, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room. "I'll be like...five seconds.

Sure enough, he is back quickly, not even caring that they're still wet and cold and dripping all over the floor. He gets down on one knee again, and takes Blaine's left hand in his. "On New Years Eve, when we had our party, that moment, when we kissed at midnight, it just felt so right. So completely and utterly perfect, and I knew, right there and then, that I was going to propose to you. I knew you'd never expect me to do it, because you know how I fear rejection, or looking like a fool, or laying my heart on the line...or anything involving emotion, really, but...well, I'm rambling."

"You always do."

"True." He stops a moment to compose himself, before he starts crying again. "Okay. So...like I said, I knew. And when I went to London, I didn't just buy that hideous suit and those amazing boots. I also bought you that nerdy book about the mechanics of the London Underground, and bow ties, and a shirt and...this."

Kurt holds out a small box, which he opens to reveal a platinum band set with a small diamond. It isn't ostentatious, it's simple, elegant, beautiful and understated, just like Blaine himself, which is exactly why Kurt had picked it. For all its simplicity, it was also incredibly valuable, again just like Blaine, whose eyes have gone wide as he looks down at it.

"You went to London in February."

"I know. Like I said, I've been waiting for the right time and..."

"It's beautiful. And this is the right time, isn't it?" Blaine asks quietly. "I mean, I have nothing to compare it to, but I'd say that for us, this all feels right, doesn't it?"

"It'd feel better if you let me just get the damn ring on your finger."

Blaine laughs and holds out his hand. "Go for it. I'm warning you though, lots of kisses are coming your way. Loads."

Kurt takes the ring from the box, and holds it at the tip of Blaine's finger. "I hope it fits. It better. I measured your finger with string when you were sleeping and..."

"Kurt! Rambling."

"Yes! Sorry." He laughs, and then slides the ring into place. It fits perfectly, and for a moment they are both silent and still, looking down at Blaine's hand held in Kurt's. Then Kurt looks up, and Blaine bends down, his hands framing Kurt's face as he pulls him into a fierce kiss.

Their position is hard to balance, and gradually Blaine moves until he's kneeling, then gently pushes Kurt back onto the rug so he can fall on top of him. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes," he murmurs, his tongue tracing a pattern down the side of Kurt's neck. "And I think we should take a shower to warm up."

"Blaine, you need to be careful. We've only had sex twice since and..."

"And now I'm ready to make it three," he whispers hotly, his fingers making light work of Kurt's buttons.

He spreads Kurt's shirt open, and he's powerless to resist, arching his back with a loud cry when Blaine sucks a hickey just under his nipple. At the same time, Blaine keeps one hand running over his cock, swelling rapidly in the front of his pants, until he becomes desperate to get them open, but Blaine is teasing, kissing over his chest, dipping his tongue into his belly button, before nipping at his side, just above his waistband.

"Blaine, please!"

"What?"

"Touch me!" Kurt cries loudly.

"I am."

"No, I mean my cock. Please. I wanna feel your hand around my cock."

"I love hearing you talk like that," Blaine admits, and he moves to lie along Kurt's side, his breath tickling his ear. "It turns me on even more."

"There's more where that came from." Kurt grins, happy that Blaine is up for a bit of fun. "Do you want me to tell you what I want you to do to me?"

"Yes."

"Well." Kurt pauses, his voice light and teasing, and there's a twinkle in his eye which tells Blaine he won't regret this. "First of all, I wanna strip you, cause my fiancé is in too many wet clothes." He sits up and Kurt carries on, peeling Blaine's jacket and shirt from him as he speaks. "You are so hot."

He cuts Blaine off with a kiss, before he can declare himself not beautiful, or nothing to write home about, as he usually does, and then suddenly he's flat on his back for Kurt to move lower, kissing just above his hip, and laughing when Blaine's knee jerks up into his stomach.

"Every time."

"It tickles!"

"Can I?" Kurt asks, his hand pausing at the top of Blaine's fly. "Can I suck you?"

"Oh god yes," Blaine whimpers, because really, it's been too, too long since he was taken deep into the heat of Kurt's mouth.

"You always taste so good," Kurt murmurs, then licks the length of him, flicking his tongue over the head.

Totally naked, Blaine shivers as Kurt engulfs him, the feeling one of which he will never tire. It doesn't matter that they're lying on a wet rug in the living room, or that they're cold, or that the storm still rages outside. What matters is that Kurt's mouth is around him, his tongue moving up and down the length of his cock, as he bobs his head up and down. Blaine runs his fingers into Kurt's hair, and then opens his eyes. The sight of that platinum band on his left hand sends him wild, and he thrusts up, seeking more from Kurt, who just moans and takes all he has to offer.

"Oh god Kurt, your mouth, your tongue. Engaged."

"Huh?" Kurt pulls off quickly with a gasp, panting for breath, his cheeks red.

"What?"

"You were like, praising my blow job prowess, and then just blurted out 'Engaged.' It was kinda random."

"Oh." Blaine smiles, when he notices Kurt laughing quietly. "Sometimes my..."

"Inside voice comes out, yeah, I know. Engaged. Cute though." Kurt grins, and then leans down and kisses the base of his erection. "Your cock is beautiful." He notices Blaine twitch in anticipation, and kisses there again. "I wanna feel it inside me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I want you to take me, Blaine."

"Oh god," he moans, running his hands desperately through his own hair. "Get up here. C'mon. Let me kiss you."

"With pleasure."

Kurt knows his words have really got Blaine going, because his kisses are sloppy and he fumbles to get Kurt's pants off quickly. "You're not wearing underwear," he gasps happily, when Kurt's cock springs free. "Fuck. Talk to me some more. Tell me... tell me how you want me to take you."

"I want you to rim me," Kurt whispers, groaning happily when he feels Blaine wrap his hand around his cock. "I want your tongue in me, eating me, opening me up for your cock to just slip inside."

"Fuck."

"Yeah, lots of fucking," Kurt breathes, his hand snaking down to wrap around Blaine so he can match him stroke for stroke. "I want to sit in your lap and ride you. I want to feel you deep inside me Blaine, tearing me open, making me yours."

"Oh god...Kurt."

"I want you to fuck me hard, Blaine. Bite me, mark me...fuck...take me Blaine, oh fuck. Fuck..."

"Yes." Blaine shifts closer, their knuckles knocking together, as they jerk one another, desperately close to the edge.

"Your cock, in me."

"Holy shit."

"I want you to eat your come from my ass," Kurt gasps, and then comes hard all over their hands and Blaine's cock.

He wastes no time, moving down to lick over the head of Blaine's cock. "Come on my face," he commands, and Blaine does just that, gasping and shuddering until he feels completely spent, digging his fingers into Kurt's shoulder.

He falls onto his back, and Kurt hovers over him, looking very pleased with himself, his lips still glistening a pearly white. "I love you, fiancé"

Blaine makes some kind of noise and grins, his eyes partially closed. He pulls Kurt down into a lazy, slow kiss, and then just holds him in his arms.

"I can't quite believe everything that's happened in like, the last hour. Really."

"I know." A giggle bubbles up inside of Kurt, and he does nothing to stop it, just laughs helplessly, pleased when Blaine joins in. "I proposed to you in the middle of a thunderstorm."

"To be honest, I'm just grateful you didn't murder me for suggesting we walk."

"Fifteen..."

"Blocks, I know, but it's a walk you'll always remember," Blaine points out. "Plus everything that's happened since. Who knew? When we woke up this morning, who knew that this was how today would unfold?"

"I certainly didn't," Kurt says, as he thinks about it. "And I sure as hell didn't think that when we did get engaged, we'd celebrate by frantically jerking each other off on a pile of soaking wet clothes."

Blaine laughs. "Aw, Kurt, dad is gonna cry so hard when we tell him."

"That I talk dirty to you while we give each other hand jobs? I'd rather not mention it."

"Very funny."

"Did you want to call him?"

Blaine furrows his brow and thinks. "Um..."

"Or do you want to celebrate tonight, just us, and call him in the morning?"

"Yeah," Blaine says happily. "Do you think that's okay? It's just...I want to just be with you right now. We can take a bath and then...y'know, you kinda made some promises back there and..."

"All in good time, puppy."

"As long as dad is the first to know."

"He will be," Kurt reassures, then shivers and moves closer. "Yeah, a hot bath sounds pretty good right now."

"I'm always the little spoon," Blaine moans, when he walks into the bathroom and finds Kurt already settled under the water.

"You are little. Small yet perfectly formed." He grins, and watches as Blaine takes off his underwear, already feeling the stirring of arousal again. "Anyway, I proposed, so shut up and take what you're offered."

"You proposing does not give you the right to get your own way," Blaine grumbles affectionately, as he climbs in the bath.

"No, but being Kurt Hummel does."

Blaine laughs and settles back against his chest, his head resting on his shoulder. "That'll be pretty cool, won't it? When we're Kurt and Blaine Hummel."

"Oh. You want that? You want my name?"

"You don't want me to have your name?"

"It's not that. I just thought with your dad and everything, that you'd want to hang onto that. I mean, if you want to hyphenate, or keep your own...I'm good."

Blaine thinks, but not for long. His mind has been made up for years already. "Nope. I want to be a Hummel. I want our kids to be Hummel's. I did kinda think that we might like to add Anderson into their names in some way, but we don't have to. I'll always have him in my heart anyway."

"We can do that," Kurt agrees. "If you're sure."

"I'm sure."

"Okay. Well, I'm not telling your mom. You can."

"Fine," Blaine says, knowing full well he'll back out and ask Burt to do it instead.

"But we don't have to rush to get married anyway," Kurt says, leaning down to kiss at Blaine's neck. "I mean, you'll probably want to graduate and stuff first, so..."

"I'm going to get a job."

"Huh?"

"After summer, when the new semester starts, I'm going to get a job and start saving again. Whether it's for babies, or a house, or a wedding doesn't matter."

"But it's your third year," Kurt points out. "It's gonna be intense."

"I'll manage. You know, you work long hours, and there's times when it's just me here, watching netflix or whatever. I might as well work."

"As long as you're not doing it because you feel like you should, because it doesn't matter, you know that? The money doesn't matter."

"I know, but I want to."

Kurt shrugs. "Okay."

"You're funny."

"Why?"

"That's two things I've just told you that I want to do, and there's no resistance. Usually you'd argue with me for days."

"Blaine, you could tell me you want to become a Leprechaun right now, and I'd let you. I'm so freakin happy."

"I love happy Kurt."

"I'm um...I'm sorry about earlier though, on the rug. I was planning that we'd make love really slowly and sweetly, and instead it was..."

"Amazing. We're allowed to celebrate however we choose," Blaine declares. "Anyway. I told you I wanted to get wild."

"Hmm."

"That's not exactly wild, I know," he says quietly, but Kurt digs him in the shoulder.

"Shut up! That was hot. You are hot."

"We should go out tomorrow, to celebrate. We could ask Santana and her roommates, my friends, yours...an impromptu engagement party for an impromptu engagement."

"Yeah? You want to do that? Have a couple of drinks?"

"No." Blaine sits up, turning around to face him. "I want us to get stupidly drunk and dance the night away. We can hit a few clubs and..."

"Oh Blaine, no. Please."

"It'll be fun."

Kurt shakes his head, looking nervous. "Blaine, we haven't been to a club since that time at Scream, and..."

"And we're so much stronger now than we were then."

"But what if we see anyone I used to know?"

"That was so long ago, and if we do, then we proudly tell them we're engaged, and then we hit the dancefloor together. Come on, please? We have to break that barrier at some point, right?"

"Blaine, you don't need to prove anything to me," Kurt says softly. "I love you just as you are, and if your idea of being wild doesn't match with other people's, then who cares? To be honest, if I came home to find you dressed in bondage gear and holding a whip, I'd probably run away, because that's not the Blaine I want at all."

"I know that, I do," Blaine reassures. "It's more like, right now, I feel as if we could conquer the entire world together, and I want to celebrate that with you and our friends. I used to love going out dancing with you, and we had that really bad experience, which I don't want to be our last memory of clubbing in New York."

"Okay," Kurt says warily. "If you're sure, but if you're upset or not enjoying it or whatever, you have to tell me, or I'll never give you a blow job ever again."

"Deal." Blaine settles down again, feeling smug. "Oh, and Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"I wanna be a Leprechaun."

Kurt finishes turning out the lights, and walks into the bedroom, groaning when he sees Blaine lying in the middle of the bed with his eyes closed. "Don't fall asleep on me, please!"

"I'm not."

"Good." He turns away, looking in the mirror to rub moisturiser on his face.

"I'm ready."

"Huh?"

"Hop on, tiger."

Kurt turns around and gasps. Blaine lies there, the covers pooled at his ankles. One hand rests behind his head, the other is slowly stroking his hard on, as he watches a naked Kurt stand up with a smile. "Oh my god!"

"I mean it. You said you wanted to ride me."

"I also said I wanted you to rim me," Kurt points out, as he crawls across the bed to drape himself over Blaine.

"Bring it."

He spins around, and Blaine wastes no time in pulling him back tight against his face, his tongue pushing insistently at his entrance.

"Oh fuck that's...yeah," Kurt moans, then takes Blaine's cock in his mouth. He hums appreciatively at the feel of Blaine's tongue working inside of him, the little sparks of pleasure it brings that shoot through him, making every nerve in his body tingle, and when Blaine pulls in a gasp of breath, the brief second of cold air on his wet skin feels divine. He teases and teases Blaine, sucking hard then soft, fast then slow. He runs his tongue into his slit, then all the way down his length, before coming back up and sucking lightly on the head, and trying not to smile at the sight of Blaine's thighs starting to quiver.

When Blaine slides two fingers in alongside his tongue, Kurt tenses momentarily, then relaxes around him once more. It's been a long time, but he is more than ready for Blaine to be inside him again, and eventually he has to still his hand and turn around to face him. "Please," he says, already broken from the force of his longing. "Please just take me."

"Yes." Blaine moans soft and low in his throat, as Kurt sinks slowly down around him, until he comes to rest, his hands placed firmly on Blaine's chest.

"We're totally engaged," he says, when Blaine rubs his hands up his thighs and he notices the ring. "That's hot."

"And you say I'm random," Blaine murmurs, and then he sits, using one arm to brace them both on the bed, the other to wrap tight around Kurt's waist. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," Kurt whispers, then draws him into a long kiss, which doesn't even break when Blaine starts to move, riding up into him over and over again.

"Oh god, Kurt, feels so good," Blaine moans, and Kurt captures his lips again before moving to suck a hickey high on his neck. "Feeling you around me...fuck..."

"Come on Blaine," Kurt gasps, throwing his head back for Blaine's teeth to scrape over his throat. "Take me. Harder. Go on."

"Kurt. Yes."

"Fuck me, Blaine."

"Kurt." Blaine gasps, then figures that now is as good a time as any to experiment with being wild. "Gonna fuck you so hard."

"Yes."

"Want you to feel me tomorrow, Kurt. Fuck...want you to beg me for more."

He thrusts harder and deeper, tearing into Kurt, who bows his head onto his shoulder and whimpers in pleasure. "Fuck me so hard."

"Yeah. You love feeling my cock inside you, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"Want me to come in you? Want to feel my tongue there?"

"You know...fuck, fuck!"

Kurt is desperate for release, but not yet, not now. He somehow manages to hold off for Blaine to come first, crying out loudly as he does so. He falls back weakly on the bed, and then seems to gather himself, directing Kurt to turn around again, so he can lick eagerly at his hole, wide open and glistening.

Kurt reaches for his cock, but Blaine is there already, and he comes quickly, clenching around Blaine's tongue and pushing back hard against his face. "Oh God, Blaine," he moans, panting hard. "Blaine."

"Can't breathe."

Kurt laughs at the muffled sound of Blaine's voice, and rolls off him, wiping at his chest with tissues before resting his head there.

"Fiancé."

One word from Blaine, which has Kurt curling even tighter against him, his cheeks flushed pink with pleasure at being engaged, as well as from their exertions. "Sounds good, doesn't it?"

"Very. Kurt?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you, for asking me. You've made me the happiest person in the entire world, I hope you know that."

"I'm right there with you," Kurt assures, kissing his chest again. "And trust me, asking you to marry me was my absolute pleasure."