Prompt! The proposal from #168 (I'm assuming you meant Blaine's proposal to Kurt) although it could be read on its own.
Champagne is for Celebration
Blaine spent a lot of time thinking about it. Planning it. He didn't want it to be too big or extravagant. He wanted it to be simple, loving and sweet. (Just like Kurt.) He wanted it to happen during sunset, when the light complimented Kurt's skin so beautifully. He wanted red roses and champagne.
And he wanted Kurt to say yes.
So on their last night in Lima before they headed back to New York, the zipper of the inner compartment in his suitcase was quietly opened. He pulled out the box, practicing opening it with one hand one last time, and smiled at the soft glow of the ring for a second. Then he quickly shut it and pushed it into his pocket, grabbing the bouquet of red roses.
Kurt was still in the shower, dressing up, when he finished packing their picnic basket and resting the flowers in it. They didn't really have any park to go to, but Blaine decided they'll settle for Burt's back yard.
It was simple, yet romantic. Perfect.
Blaine's heart was already pounding. He was excited and terrified and thrilled and frightened at the same time. A clan of butterflies crowded his tummy, and he was mere seconds from jumping up and down.
Just when he making sure everything was in its place, he heard soft footsteps coming towards him, and raised his eyes to a cheery Kurt, who glanced at the basket once and returned his gaze to Blaine with a puzzled frown. "What's the picnic basket for?"
Blaine straightened up proudly. "I said I was taking you out for dinner. This is dinner," he gestured at the basket. "And there is out." He pointed to the back door that led to the garden.
"Blaine," Kurt started, but then realized he had nothing else to say. "Okay," he smiled, shaking his head. "Dork," he muttered, closing the space between them and leaning in to peck Blaine's lips.
They went out into the sunset- it was too perfect, Blaine couldn't believe everything was working out- and Kurt held the basket when Blaine spread the blanket for them to sit on, quietly admiring Kurt's beauty. Then he took the basket and pulled out the roses, to Kurt's delighted squeal. "For you, handsome," he grinned.
"Blaine! Aw, thank you, honey," he accepted the flowers, sinking his nose into them and inhaling. The scent was intoxicating, and his smile was growing big enough for his cheeks to hurt. "I don't get it, why did you do all this?"
Was the right moment now? Blaine was panicking just a little. No, no. Few more minutes. Sit down and- and maybe drink a little? Yeah, that's a good idea. His heart was apparently trying to leave his chest, but he still managed to suck his panic in and smile back. "Well," he tried to improvise quickly. "Our last day in Lima before going back home." Lame, but that'll do for now. He'll understand soon, anyways.
Kurt didn't comment on the obvious lie, deciding Blaine will probably tell him the truth at some point of the evening. He just hoped it wasn't something bad. It wasn't, right?
They sat down, and Blaine opened the basket, taking out to champagne to Kurt's "Oh la la". Blaine smiled, reassuring himself everything was fine, and popped the cork gently, pouring the bubbly liquid into the pair of glasses Kurt fished from the basket. They clicked their wineglasses (only half-jokingly) and Kurt announced, "To you, my perfect boyfriend."
Blaine smiled as he sipped his drink, leaning against Kurt's warm body and laying his head on his shoulder.
Their thighs touched, and suddenly, "Blaine?" Kurt asked, confused. "Is there something in pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
Blaine looked up at him, suddenly hit with panic again. "Uh…"
Kurt glanced down, putting his free hand over the bulge in Blaine's pants. "Nope, that's definitely not you. What's in there?" And just like that, before Blaine could stop him, he sneaked his hand in Blaine's pocket and pulled out the tiny box.
His jaw dropped.
"B-Blaine? Is that…" he trailed off, frozen.
Blaine stopped breathing. "It is." He looked right into Kurt's hypnotizing glasz eyes. "Open it?"
Kurt's fingers were shaking when he did. A gasp left his mouth when the reddish light hit the diamonds perfectly. He was speechless.
Blaine kissed his shoulder, wrapping his hand around his waist. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," he whispered right in Kurt's ear. "I love you, so very much. Will you marry me?"
"Yes," Kurt squeaked. "Yes," he nodded. "Yes." Tears welled in his eyes. "God, Blaine, yes."
And Blaine was breathing again. Kurt turned his head just in time for his lips to collide with Blaine's in a sweet, champagne-tasting kiss.
When they broke apart, dizzy and blissful, Kurt clicked his glass with Blaine's playfully, whispering through his tears, "To you, my perfect fiancée."
I said 'basket' way too many times, did I? Crap. What other words are there for that thing?!
I don't know what's up with Kurt saying 'oh la la', it just fit perfectly in and I am not even slightly sorry.
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