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Ending 2 - Klaine

Chapter Twenty Nine

A few months later…

"Have you done it yet?"

Kurt groaned. "No, dad," he said.

Every phone call started the same way. It had been almost three months since he decided that he would ask Blaine to marry him, but every time that he attempted to ask the question something went wrong. Kurt had had every intention of asking at Christmas but then Blaine's dad had showed up and Blaine had had to take care of his mother.

Later that night, Kurt had spent the night talking about Blaine's dad leaving his mom.

"I don't know what went wrong," Blaine said, "I mean, when I came back to Ohio they were just the same as before. Although, I was a right mess so maybe I didn't notice something. I don't know. He was cheating on her, when he left she didn't even blink. I guess she was afraid of how it would affect me when I was just starting to get better from our break up."

Blaine had told him all about how his dad had tried to call him after he left but Blaine just hadn't known what he would talk to him about.

"He didn't even tell us he was coming. I don't know what he was expecting."

Kurt's opportunity to ask Blaine to marry him fell away and so he waited and then they were moving back to New York and into a new apartment that Kurt had asked Elliott to find for him and there was no time between everything they needed to do.

"I was going to," Kurt said into the phone, "at dinner, but we ran into Jesse and Rachel and we had no choice but to eat with them and then of course they took us to meet with some friends of theirs. And now Blaine is studying and I'm never going to get a chance to do this."

His dad laughed. "Maybe you're just going to come upon the perfect moment soon."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I don't know about that."

"Kurt, do you know where my blue folder is?" Blaine called.

"Give me a sec, dad," Kurt said and he grabbed the folder from the kitchen table and he walked it over to Blaine who was sprawled out on the floor in their living room with a couple of books.

"Thank you," he said, "you're the best."

"I know," Kurt said and dropped a kiss to his forehead before he put his phone back to his ear.

"I just don't know if I'll ever get to do it," Kurt said before switching to other topics and asking about Carole.

When he got off the phone he found Blaine putting his books into a neat pile and yawning.

"I don't think I could read any more," he said with a groan, "my eyes are burning. Kurt, why is school so damn hard?"

Kurt laughed and he pulled Blaine up by his hands. "It's the nature of school, but you know it's going to only get easier."

They walked to their new bedroom which was spacious enough and decorated in both of their styles. Moving into a new place had been ideal when Kurt considered all the memories that were left behind at the loft. Letting Blaine have more of a say on what they would do with their space and what would work for both of them had gone a long way in making it a home where they were both equals.

"I am so ready for sleep," Blaine said, "did your dad have anything interesting to share?"

"Just that The New Directions are doing well. He ran into Mr. Shuester and they're preparing for Regionals."

"Oh, good," Blaine said.

They went through their nightly routine together. Kurt had already done his face after an earlier shower, but he changed out of his lounge pants into pajama bottoms and an old t-shirt while Blaine tried to get rid of some of the gel in his hair.

"You really have got to stop using so much of it," Kurt said, "I know how you feel about your hair, but cutting back won't hurt."

Blaine made a noise but didn't respond and Kurt laughed before he climbed onto his side of the bed and grabbed his laptop to check on possible e-mails from professors, classmates, or Elliott who was constantly coming up with ideas for the band.

"If I don't gel," Blaine said, "it gets frizzy. I told you what happened when I thought I needed to change myself. Sam didn't even recognize me."

Kurt looked at him over the laptop, "honey, I would recognize you anywhere."

Blaine smiled at him and once he was in bed, he leaned over and kissed Kurt softly. Kurt moved his computer back to the bedside table, safely out of the way and kissed him back. All his fear and disappointment from not being able to ask Blaine to marry him earlier faded away. It didn't matter if they were engaged or not, or even if they ever got married or not as long as they were together just as much as it didn't matter how Kurt proposed.

Kurt pushed Blaine back, rolling him over so he was on top instead and drew back from the kiss only long enough to look down at him and take in how his eyelashes fanned out over the skin under his eyes and how he had just a little bit of stubble, before kissing him again, small brushes of lips.

"Blaine," he whispered between kisses, gathering up his courage.

"hmmm," Blaine said and his eyes opened, meeting Kurt's and for a moment Kurt almost lost himself to the tints of green and amber that swirled together.

"Blaine," he whispered again and kissed him, "will you," he kept kissing him, eyes locked together before he breathed out, "marry me?"

Blaine gasped, and Kurt could see his eyes get moist before he nodded. "Yes, yes."

Kurt laughed and he kissed him again, amazed at how easy it had been and how great he felt after finally getting to ask. He kissed him deep and hard and Blaine kissed him back just as passionately, rolling them over again so he could press Kurt against the mattress. Kurt whimpered when Blaine pulled back for air and then gasped when Blaine kissed down his jaw.

Kurt clutched at Blaine's shirt, his hands pulling it up so they could touch skin and once they did he groaned, dragging his nails against Blaine's back and pulling him even closer until Blaine pulled back to take the shirt off. In the meanwhile Kurt made quick work of his own shirt and then their lips were back together again and Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's hips to once again have him under him on the bed. He was straddling Blaine and their groins rubbed together and Kurt heard Blaine whimper as their clothed erections came into contact.

"Want you," Blaine whispered, "inside me. Please, Kurt."

"Okay," Kurt said and he kissed him again.

When he pulled back, Blaine reached over to the bedside table, and he handed Kurt the lube and a condom. Kurt took his time opening him up, placing kisses on Blaine's legs, stomach and lips while Blaine groaned and pushed against his fingers.

Kurt twisted and spread his fingers inside Blaine before crooking them slightly.

"Oh, Kurt, more. Please more."

He pulled his fingers out and grabbed the condom, but Blaine took it from his hands and made quick work of slipping it on him.

"Come on," he whispered, "I'm ready."

Kurt brushed against Blaine, slowly lining himself to press into him. He leaned down and Blaine met him into a kiss and slowly he pushed forward, gasping into Blaine's lips at how tight he was.

Blaine whimpered, and Kurt slowly pulled back before pushing back in to equally pleasurable groans.

"Love you," Blaine whispered, "please more. Faster."

Kurt kissed him again and then trust into him faster, picking up the pace to more groans and moans from Blaine. He grunted against Blaine's neck and reached between them for Blaine's cock, his hand grasping it gently. Blaine keened and Kurt could tell that he was close to coming.

Blaine came over his hand and Kurt groaned as Blaine tightened around him. He thrust into Blaine two more times before he came, whispering Blaine's name through a moan as he collapsed into Blaine who laughed and pulled him close.

"Wait, Blaine, let me just," Kurt muttered, taking the condom off and tying it.

He slipped out of the bed and threw it in the trash before grabbing a wet wipe to clean off the come on Blaine's stomach. He watched Blaine who was drowsy and drifting into sleep for a while

Blaine felt it when Kurt slipped the ring on his finger. He was drifting, just on the edge of sleep, but he opened his eyes. Kurt had gotten up to clean them up, but he'd quickly gotten back in the bed with Blaine, playing with his fingers until the cold metal ring was suddenly on Blaine's finger.

"You got me a ring," Blaine whispered.

Kurt laughed. "Of course I did," he said and brought up Blaine's hand so they could both look at it, "it was my turn. I've been wanting to do it for a while, actually. I didn't get it, you know, why you were so set on us getting engaged and married back then but I guess I do now. Not just the urgency but how much this is an expression of our devotion to each other. And I am so devoted to you, Blaine, and this is just more of a promise that I won't give up on us ever again. Even when things get hard I'll be right here at your side."

"Oh, Kurt."

It was everything he wanted to hear and more and Blaine didn't know what to say or how to express his feelings except to draw Kurt into a kiss. After a while Kurt pulled back in he laid his head on his chest.

"We have to call my dad, he's been pestering me about it since I got the ring."

"Tomorrow?" Blaine asked.

He was tired in a pleasant way, limbs heavy and aching and having Kurt cuddling next to him just made it all even better.

"Sure," Kurt said, "he's probably sleeping anyway."

Blaine yawned and Kurt traced his fingers over his chest in a barely there touch. He fell asleep with Kurt in his arms.

When he woke up the next morning, Kurt was gone, but he could hear him singing from somewhere in their apartment. He smiled and lifted his hand to his face to look at the ring. It matched the ring he'd given Kurt when he proposed to him over a year earlier. Blaine twisted it around his finger and knew that it would feel weird and out of place for the rest of the day even though having the ring on his finger, a ring that Kurt had placed there made him feel like he and Kurt really were in a good place.

"Are you going to lay around all day or eat breakfast with me before I leave?" Kurt called.

It was the one day of the week that Blaine didn't have class which meant that he usually spent it doing homework, cleaning their apartment, or practicing and working on music.

He slowly got out of their bed, slipped his pajama bottoms on and walked barefoot to the kitchen. Kurt was in the middle of making pancakes, but he turned when Blaine entered.

"Good morning, sleepy," he said and smiled.

"Had a good reason to sleep," Blaine said and stepped up behind him to wrap his arms around his waist, "do you have to go to school today?"

"Sadly yes," Kurt said and leaned into him, "but I'll be back early and I already arranged with Isabelle to not have to go into work today so we could celebrate properly."

Blaine kissed his neck through his smile. "That sounds good."

They ate quickly and afterwards Blaine sent Kurt off with a kiss before he returned to the homework and studying he'd left the night before. After a couple of hours of that, and trying not to get lost in thought every time that he took a glance at the ring, he managed to clean up the house.

He was still in a little bit in a state of shock that he actually had the ring on his finger and that Kurt was the reason for it. Blaine had been convinced that marriage would be a far off thought for Kurt after everything that happened the last time they were engaged. Still, he had more hope for how things would go this time and Blaine found that he wasn't in a rush to the wedding. He was happy to know that Kurt wanted to be his husband. It was enough to have the engagement ring on his finger.

A few months later

Blaine glanced around the ballroom. "Well, it's a bit big," he said.

Kurt who was standing next to him made a noise. "I don't know," he said, "I mean, I think you're right but it's nice, isn't it?"

"Expensive too," Blaine said and suddenly he knew why Brittany and Santana had settled for the barn.

Planning their wedding had become a bit of a headache, but in the best ways. It was a whole different process than last time when Blaine had put himself in charge of making most of the choices and Kurt had barely made his voice heard. Having Kurt's help was definitely a change. He knew a lot more than Blaine did when it came to planning and all of the ideas that they had already come up with and decided on the first time around were the starting points.

"Well," Kurt said, "we can look at other places. We have a year to save up some money, but this place is a little on the big side."

They spent the rest of the morning looking at a few more places and narrowed it down to two.

"We'll just have to find out what dates they're available," Blaine said, "and plan around that."

"And that," Kurt said kissing his cheek, "is how we get that big question out of the way."

Blaine laughed. Picking a date had become impossible for them other than knowing that they wanted to do it sometime in the summer mostly because that would mean that neither of them had anything school related to deal with and because they could actually try and go away for a honeymoon.

"And I think the rest of the day is just going to be the two of us relaxing and not worrying about any of this," Kurt said.

"Sure," Blaine said, "lunch?"

"Yes, definitely," Kurt said.

They walked to a small gyro place that Elliott had introduced to Kurt back when they were first getting to know each other. The owner spoke broken English, but he was always friendly and when they walked in, Elliott, and Sebastian standing next to him, were talking to him.

"Figures we'd find you here," Kurt said.

Elliott and Sebastian both turned and Elliott grinned.

"Kurt! And Blaine! I haven't seen you guys since that party Rachel threw to celebrate your re-engagement."

Blaine rolled his eyes. The party had been more about Rachel letting everyone know that she was dating Jesse St. James and showing off how well things were going for her back at NYADA than him and Kurt, but they had appreciated it all the same.

"Wedding planning is busy business," Kurt said.

"I bet," Sebastian said, "don't think it's for me."

Elliott shrugged his shoulders. "I like attending weddings," he said, "excellent way to meet guys. You are inviting a few single guys for me and Seb right?"

"I don't know about that," Blaine said, "we're still trying to figure out how big this will even be."

They ordered their gyros and walked out with Sebastian and Elliott who had been waiting for their own.

"I ran into Rachel earlier this week," Elliott said.

"We haven't seen her in a few days. She probably talked your ear off about the role she's taking in that off Broadway show. Small part, but she gets to sing a little."

"Yes," Elliott said with a roll of his eyes, "classic Rachel."

"Well as long as she doesn't go dropping out of school this time," Sebastian said.

Blaine shook his head. "I think she learned her lesson on that front. At least we hope so."

It had become surprisingly easy to be friends with Sebastian after a few initial moments of awkwardness once he and Kurt started to hang out a little bit again. What made it easier was the fact that Sebastian was more concerned with being their friend than anything else. Gone was the Sebastian that had tried through innuendo after innuendo to get Blaine to break up with Kurt back when they were in high school. He was still very much full of innuendo but it was more playful and less aimed at Kurt or Blaine. It had reminded Blaine of why he'd sort of been friends with Sebastian back in those times and he didn't think he would ever get over how good of a friend Sebastian was. Not just to Kurt but to him as well.

"Anyway," Elliott said as he ate, "what else has been going on? Any roles for you, Kurt?"

Kurt shook his head. "I did the ensemble of a show but only for a week. It was for a theater company from Chicago and they only did the show for a week. A couple of their actors couldn't make it. With school, it's hard to audition all the time and I don't want the pressure of a big role anyway."

"Understandable," Sebastian said, "but when you finally graduate your name is bound to be up in lights."

Kurt smiled and nodded, but Blaine knew all of the insecurities that Kurt was hiding from their friends. It all went back to his voice and his face and his unusualness. After all, even though the theater community was relatively open in term of sexualities, there still seemed to be a slight stigma from the producers and directors.

They hung out with Elliott and Sebastian while they ate and parted with promises of seeing each other again soon.