A/N: I wrote this after 04x04. Or maybe it was closer to the end of the season, I forget, but I'm pretty sure it was before the idea of proposing had been...proposed. ;) Anyway. Again, if I've accidentally repeated chapters, let me know. *bad memory.
There was only one thing.
One thing that Blaine could think of to make this all better.
It cost him his savings, but Kurt was worth it.
He glanced at the ring box, smiling faintly.
Totally worth it.
^.^
The Warbler's were in place.
Blaine was ready.
ow all he needed was to wait for Rachel to bring Kurt into the park.
He drew in a deep breath as his phone vibrated, and there Kurt was.
As gorgeous as ever.
The Warblers started their soft back-up, and Blaine put on the best show-man face he could.
It was time.
"Love me or leave me, make your choice but believe me... I love you.. I do, I do, I do, I do, I do..."
Kurt was wide-eyed, blushing, and looking horrified.
And not in a good way.
Blaine faltered. "Uh... I can't conceal it, don't you see, c-can't you feel it? Don't you too...?"
Blaine thrust his arms out to Kurt, prompting him to respond with the appropriate lyrics. When he didn't, Blaine bit his lip and the Warblers trailed off, unsure of what to do.
Kurt was still unimpressed.
Blaine finally moved forward, getting down on one knee and opening the box. Kurt barely looked at it, his hard gaze on Blaine. Rachel looked distraught, trying to think of something that would help the situation.
"K-Kurt..." Blaine began shakily, before clearing his throat. "Kurt, I love you. I was so stupid and I messed up so badly, but the thought of losing you is killing me. I don't want to go another minute without you, Kurt. Will you-"
"No."
Blaine frowned, as if the thought was incomprehensible.
"Oh..."
"I'm sorry. But no." he said, turning and walking away.
New York was never empty, and of course a crowd had gathered. Blaine blushed as they boo'd Kurt off, a sad 'aww' following Blaine as he chased after Kurt.
"Do I get an explanation?" Blaine asked, eyes watering.
"How about... you cheated on me because I had been gone for two months. How about... I don't trust you. I don't trust this relationship." he breathed, closing his eyes.
"Kurt..."
"How about...'proposals don't solve everything'."
A/N: Just PWP's. Anyway, I'm writing a much longer one right now, but I'm about to go to bed so it will get finished in the morning. It's very cool, and I am very tired.