OKAY, I AM SORRY, BUT NO WAY I'M WRITING BLANSGT AFTER THAT EPISODE. NOPE. THE REST OF THE WEEK WILL PROBABLY BE MORE POST-PROPOSAL STUFF AS WELL.

And now, to my post proposal fic. Obviously, because I'm an obnoxious bitch, I had to do stuff differently than everyone else, so it's not porn. But maybe later on when I'm a bit more coherent. (Go to tumblr and look at all the lovely post-engagement smut, though, oh my god. The feels)

So here are cute post-engagement cuddles and Blaine drunk and Kurt silly in love with him and fluff and happiness.

Fearlessly

They stumble into Kurt's old bedroom, gripping each other and landing on the bed with an oomph.

Kurt is so happy he's about to cry- not that he didn't cry so much already. It's all so overwhelming, the proposal, the weight of the ring on his finger, all of the sex afterwards, and then half a night of partying with all of their friends.

And Blaine is slightly intoxicated and very warm in his arms, all his, to have and to hold, for all of eternity. Kurt feels giddy and like he's going to burst, and he kisses Blaine, little quick kisses all over his face and neck and ears and shoulders and then they're undressing again, but it's not urgent and Kurt knows it won't lead to sex this time; he just wants to feel, to see, to have all of this, all of what belongs to him now.

Blaine is giggling and squirming and Kurt can't stop the urge to tickle him a little, until he laughs out loud and the sound is so pure and happy and joyful that Kurt starts laughing, too.

Blaine mumbles Kurt's name over and over again between kisses as they roll over and he's lying on top of Kurt, nuzzling his bare chest and kissing his skin and then darting up to kiss his lips and then twining their hands together and whispering Kurt's name again.

"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. Do you love me, Kurt?" he asks, and then kisses him before he can answer.

"Mmph. Of course I love you, baby. You're my fiancé."

Blaine giggles. "Say that again."

Kurt kisses him deep and sweltering, and whispers hotly, "My fiancé," with just a tiny bit of a lovely French accent.

He hmms, biting playfully on Kurt's lip. "I love you, Kurt. Mm," he smiles. "Kurt. Kurt.Do you love me?"

"So much," Kurt's heart is literally spiraling with love, and he refuses to apologize for the fact that that sentence actually passed through his mind.

"Even when I'm drunk? Do you still love me? Because I love you, like, a lot. I love you so much. Sometimes I think I can't love you more than I already do, and then, boom!" he lets go of Kurt's hands to make a gesture that resembles an explosion. "I love you more." He snuggles close again, smiling brightly.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Kurt leans to whisper right into Blaine's ear. "I love you especially when you're drunk. Because although you're more articulate when you're sober, you're never afraid to say anything when you're drunk. And you always tell me how much you love me." He bites on Blaine's lobe, massaging it with his teeth for a second, and Blaine's too drunk to think it's weird as he blushes.

"I do, I do love you," he says again. "Fearlessly and forever." He rubs their noses together, looking right into Kurt's eyes and kissing him just lightly on the lips.

And then he bursts into a fit of giggles and Kurt can't help laughing wholeheartedly with him.

Blaine. You are a lightweight. We all know it. You're lucky you're a cute drunk, and that Kurt loves you so much.

Also can you tell how much I loved Blaine's speech?

And expect a drabble with that whistle of Kurt's. Mm.

(I apologize if this drabble is poorly beta-ed. I'm obviously overwhelmed with feels, but I also have a competition I'm very excited and nervous about tomorrow. So, yeah. Me? Being intelligible? Pfft nope.)