All you glasses-wearing folks, I feel your pain.
Also I lost my glasses this morning, and my contacts were giving me a headache so I was blind for a few hours.
And as usual, that's where the story ran away from me.
Glasses and Counter-Proposals
"Blaine!" calls Kurt from the bathroom. "Have you seen my glasses?"
"Haven't," Blaine yells back. "Wear your contacts!"
Kurt storms into the living room, and immediately bangs his leg against the coffee table. "Ugh! I ran out of contacts and forgot to buy more, but I can't find my glasses."
Blaine takes his hand and leads him safely to the couch, where he sits on Blaine's lap with his head buried in Blaine's neck.
"I can't see shit. This is so annoying."
"Do you want me to search for them?" offers Blaine.
"Yes please," Kurt whines.
"Okay then. Let me get up," he pokes Kurt's belly.
"Wait," Kurt says, and leans in to kiss Blaine, breathing him in for a long moment. "You're the best, B," he whispers and rolls to free Blaine, who gets up and smiles at him before going to the bedroom.
Kurt waits until Blaine is gone and then pulls his glasses from his back pocket, slipping them on and running to the kitchen to get the roses he hid on the tallest shelf in the cupboard over the fridge; he jumps to reach them and swears when one petal falls off, but rushes back to place them on the floor by the couch and grab the candles from the drawer in the coffee table, setting them on it and lighting them. He darts over to his phone that's sitting on the amplifier and presses play, the soft notes of Come What May suddenly filling the air.
Finally, he gets the box from behind the books on the shelf and kneels on the floor, tiding the roses as he goes, and waits for Blaine to come back.
"Kurt?" asks Blaine, walking in and stopping on his tracks. "Oh my god."
Kurt's heart is beating, and he's smiling a wide, toothy smile. "Found my glasses?"
"Kurt."
"I know you didn't get a ring for yourself, and well, I thought that if I was going to get you one I might as well do something more special than just give it to you, right?" he says, opening the box and presenting Blaine with the ring- Blaine gasps. "Blaine Devon Anderson," he starts, and Blaine is already tearing.
"Yes?"
"I love you. I have loved long before I met you on that staircase. I have loved you in every shape and form, everywhere I have ever existed on this earth and outside of it. You are the moon to my stars, the sea to my shore, the lightning to my thunder, the rainbow to my rainy day. You are my love, my best friend, my soulmate, my world. Let me love you forever. Let me be yours and let yourself be mine, every day, for longer than the rest of our lives and let no one, death included, do us part. Blaine, will you marry me?"
Blaine drops to his knees in front of Kurt and takes his hand in his. "Yes, of course."
"Shall I do the honors?" Kurt giggles, and Blaine nods, wiping tears from his face and letting Kurt slip the ring onto his finger, both admiring its shimmer in the dim candlelight.
They sit on the floor and hug and kiss for a long, long time afterwards, until each of the candles on the table has already finished burning, the way their love never will.