Guess who's back? (Back again, Shady's back, tell a friend...what, you guys don't like Eminem?) lmfao anyway. I wasn't planning on posting anything quite this soon, as many of you who read my big rant about the Emmys and whatnot (which I have deleted) probably know. I have to admit, I was mad about that. I still am a little bit upset. But for the most part, I was overwhelmed with how many people wrote to me and emphasizing how much they agreed with me. One of the recurring themes I noticed in all these messages, though, was the whole idea that I shouldn't let ignorant people stop me from doing what I love. I thought that was a very valid point, hence why I'm posting this final chapter of Offensive Innocence at 1:22 a.m. on Friday, September 23, 2011. So I just wanted to thank everybody for that.

I got very little negative feedback (I think like two out of the 42 total reviews), but both of those were unsigned anonymous commenters. First of all, I'm just going to be blunt: if you're going to criticize me, at least have the decency to put your name on the damn review. Unsigned inflammatory criticism just makes you look like a scared little bitch (excuse the language, but I told you I was going to be blunt). If you're going to post stuff like that (and both were particularly rude, by the way) then grow a pair and own up to what you post. Otherwise I'm just going to assume you're a coward.

Also (and I'm sorry for going off on a tangent here), one of the anon cowards went off on this whole big shpeel about "freedom of speech!" and "people can tweet what they want!" Okay, Coward Anon, by posting that you're just showing me that you know nothing about the First Amendment. Yes, we as Americans are guaranteed the freedom of speech/press/petition/religion/assembly, but with that freedom comes responsibility. The First Amendment does NOT protect speech that is of deliberately malicious, harmful, or violent intent (such as the death threats to which I was referring in that post). Teenagers have been arrested for cyberbullying on Facebook and whatnot because they posted things that were of that nature. But from Coward Anon's point of view, those bullies who tell kids online that they're fat and ugly and should kill themselves...those bullies should be allowed to "post what they want!" because of "freedom of speech!"

I'm not trying to get down on the whole freedom of speech idea, by the way. As a writer and journalist, that particular provision (along with freedom of the press) is extremely important to me and I consider myself to be a strong supporter of it. But like I said, with freedom comes responsibility. Hell, I can recognize that and I'm 17 years old.

So the point of me saying all this is just to emphasize that if you're going to talk shit to me, (a) put your name on it and (b) make sure you have your facts right if you want me to take you seriously at all. Otherwise I'm just going to laugh at you because you don't know what you're talking about and you look stupid. Which is exactly what I did. I legit LOLed at both Coward Anons.

This has been a rant :) Thanks again to the 40 nice people. I wish I could give you all a hug and a lifetime supply of Red Vines.

Aaaaaaanyway. This is the last chapter/epilogue! It takes place several years into the future and half of it is from Blaine's point of view, while the second half is told through Kurt's eyes and takes place a few days after Blaine's part ends. I'll probably post more rambling crap at the end, but for now I'll let you read since I've already wasted enough of your time.


November 2018


I'd entertained the idea in my head for a while now, but I hadn't actually verbalized it until I was back at my mom's house one night, eating dinner with her and Chris.

"Just tell us, Blaine," she said with an expectant smile as she slid a plate of garlic bread onto the table and took a seat. "What's the big news that you couldn't tell us earlier? I've been so anxious all day to hear it."

I laughed as I twirled a strand of spaghetti onto my fork. "Mom, we've barely even started eating."

"I know, I know, I'm just excited." She laughed a little bit.

There had been a perfectly good reason why I hadn't been able to tell her my big news until now, and that reason was Kurt. We lived together in New York City but we'd come back to Ohio for the week. Kurt, as one of the big head honcho fashion director guys at Vogue magazine (his official job title was so long that I could barely say it in one breath), had to attend some seminars. He was currently at one this evening. When he was finished, he was going to meet me over at Burt and Carole's house where I told him I'd be watching Monday Night Football with his dad. I was planning on heading over there after I finished having dinner with my mom and brother, but watching football was the least of my priorities at the moment. There was another reason I had essentially invited myself over to the Hudmels' - yes, I'd told Burt I thought it would be fun to watch the game while I waited for Kurt to get done with his fashion seminar thing, but I had a bit of a hidden agenda, if you will. And I was about to spill everything to my mom and Chris.

"Okay." I let out a deep breath and set my fork down, then folded my hands on the table. "I, uh...I'm going over to Kurt's folks' place after dinner."

My mom nodded. "I know. You said you were watching the game with his dad until he got home."

"That's not the real reason I'm going over there." All of a sudden my palms had broken out into a cold, clammy sweat. "I was...I'm going to ask Burt if I can propose to Kurt."

There. I'd finally said it. I couldn't believe how relieved I was. Granted, I was still nervous beyond belief but at least now someone knew.

My mom dropped her fork onto her plate and covered her mouth with both hands like she always did when she was surprised. It made me happy to see in her eyes, though, that it was pleasant surprise.

"Oh my god, Blaine!" Her voice was high with excitement. "That's wonderful!"

I let a relieved smile spread over my face. "Now do you see why I couldn't tell you earlier? I had to wait for him to leave."

Chris, who was seven, reached for a piece of garlic bread and immediately began picking off the crust. "Mommy, what does propose mean?" he asked.

I didn't think my mom would have been able to stop smiling even if she'd wanted to. "It means your brother is going to ask Kurt to marry him," she explained.

My brother's face lit up. "That's so cool! But why do you have to ask his dad?"

"It's just a courtesy thing - if you want to ask someone to marry you, first you ask their father," I told him. "I want to make sure Burt not only knows that I really love his son and I want to do this right, but also that I respect him as a father."

"Are you giving him a ring?" my mom asked.

"I was planning on it, but I don't have one yet," I admitted. "If Burt says yes and gives me his blessing, then I was planning on going ring shopping tomorrow afternoon because Kurt has another meeting and I want this to be a complete surprise for him. If all goes well, I want to propose to him this weekend."

"I thought you guys were going to Dalton this weekend," my mom pointed out. It was true. Miracle of miracles, our alma mater happened to be hosting its annual Alumni Weekend this coming Saturday. Since Kurt and I knew we were going to be in Ohio this week, we decided it would be fun to stick around for a few extra days so we could go see our former classmates again.

I smiled before answering her question. "We are. I don't know how exactly I'm going to do it yet, but I'd really like to pop the question there."

My mom reached across the table and took my hand. "Blaine, I hope you know how happy I am for you. You and Kurt are a beautiful couple. I honestly believe you two were made for each other...and I can't wait until your wedding day."

If my heart could have smiled, it would have after hearing her say that. "Thank you so much, Mom. Nothing's official yet, though. First Burt has to say yes, and then Kurt does."

She squeezed my hand. "As far as that goes, I don't think you have anything to worry about."

After we were done eating, Chris and I both helped her clean up the table and load the dishwasher. Then he went out to the family room to watch cartoons and I followed my mom upstairs after she'd told me she had something for me.

"I haven't taken this out for years...," she murmured to herself as she fished through her jewelry box once we were in her room. I couldn't see inside, but I saw her face light up in realization as she found what she was looking for. "Ah! Here it is."

What she took out of the box was a gorgeous ring, vintage from the looks of it. A beautifully intricate design was carved into the platinum band.

"This belonged to my grandfather," my mom explained. "It's been in my family for generations. You don't have to give it to him if you don't want to, but I'd like you to have it."

"It's amazing," I said breathlessly as I slipped the ring onto my own finger. It fit perfectly. I took it off and gave my mom an appreciative smile that probably didn't express even a fraction of the gratitude I truly felt. "Thank you so much, Mom. This is perfect for him...he's going to love it."

"You think so?" she asked hopefully. "I just thought it would be nice for one of you to have."

I nodded. "He loves classic vintage stuff like this. And it fits me, so I'm pretty sure it'll fit him too since our hands are about the same size."

She reached over and grabbed a black velvet ring box off of her dresser, then took the ring from me so she could slip it into the box. I could have sworn I saw her blinking away tears as she closed the box and handed it back to me.

"I'm so happy for you, Blaine," she said softly. "You and Kurt are going to have a beautiful life together."

Shit, now I was crying. I stepped forward and gave her an emotional hug.

"Thank you so much," I whispered.

My mom hugged me back for a long time before she broke away with a smile. "You'd better get going. Burt's probably waiting for you to get over so he has someone to watch the game with."

I laughed as I slipped the ring box into the front pocket of my jeans. "If he only knew," I said. "See you later, Mom. Thank you so much again."

"Good luck!" she wished me cheerfully as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Even though you don't need it because I know he's going to say yes."

I don't remember calling goodbye to her and Chris on my way out the front door. I don't remember walking out to my car in the driveway, and I don't even remember driving there. But before I knew it, the Hudmels' front door was staring me in the face and the ring box felt heavy in my pocket.

I stood there stupidly for a second. Was I supposed to knock when Burt knew I was coming? It seemed unnecessary, especially considering the fact that I'd been dating his son for seven years now and he was practically already my father-in-law. Still, I didn't want to trip up while I was here to ask him if I could marry his son. I decided to knock.

Burt pulled open the door a few seconds later. He smiled as he greeted me boisterously and stepped aside so I could come in.

"Hey, Blaine, how's it going? You got here just in time, they're about to kick off."

"H-hi!" My voice was embarrassingly high-pitched and shaky. Anyone with any amount of brain cells at all would have been able to tell I was nervous. "I'm doing good, how are you?"

"I'm great. You want anything to eat? I was just about to whip up some nachos."

"I just ate, actually, but I'll probably end up eating some of those nachos," I admitted with a laugh. Then all of a sudden, it hit me. It was now or never. I couldn't wait until we were both absorbed in the game. I had to ask him now.

"Hey,, can I talk to you about something first? Before we watch the game, I mean."

Burt shrugged. "Yeah, sure, no problem. Let's go sit down."

We headed out to the kitchen and sat down at the table - him at the head, me on the side. I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself.

"Okay," I said. "I...uh, I kind of had another motive in wanting to come here tonight."

"Yeah, I figured that. You seemed a little eager to come over just to watch a football game," Burt pointed out. "What's up?"

I hesitated for a second, trying to figure out how I wanted to say this. "I...there's something I wanted to ask you. I'm kind of nervous about it, actually. I-"

Burt cut me off gently. "Just spit it out, Blaine. Get it over with."

"Okay." I exhaled a deep breath and looked him straight in the eyes.

"I was wondering," I began slowly, "if it would be okay with you...if I proposed to Kurt."

Burt just looked at me for a long time while I remained completely frozen in place. I couldn't breathe. I didn't even blink for that seemingly infinite period of time before he spoke again that really probably only lasted a few seconds.

"You want to marry him? Go right ahead. You have my blessing."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, it felt like my internal floodgates had burst open with a deluge of relief. The weight of the world had just been lifted off my shoulders. I was so happy that I felt like I could have walked on water.

"Thank you. Thank you so much," I said sincerely. "I...I love your son. He means more to me than I can even describe. I look at him and I see everything that is beautiful and good and perfect and amazing in the world, all wrapped up into one incredible boy." I couldn't help but smile as I spoke. "And...I don't even want to imagine what my life would be like without him."

Burt nodded and closed his eyes for a second. "Thank you, Blaine. Means a lot to hear you saying stuff like that. Now I'm usually not too good at having deep conversations like this, but I will say that Kurt...he loves you so much. I can see it in the way he smiles whenever you look at him. And you do it, too. The way you two look at each other - and I'm not the only one who says this, you can ask anyone - it's real obvious how much you two are in love."

I opened my mouth to say more, but all of a sudden the front door opened and someone came into the house from the blustery November wind. Burt and I both exchanged a horrified glance, thinking maybe it was Kurt coming home early, and I quickly tried to scramble for an explanation as to why I was sitting here at the kitchen table with his dad instead of watching the game. But both of us relaxed noticeably when we realized it was only Carole.

"Hi, Blaine!" Kurt's stepmother greeted me cheerfully as she stepped into the kitchen and set the grocery bags she was carrying down onto the table. "What are you two doing out here? I thought you'd be watching the game."

Burt looked at me as we both stood up to help her put the groceries away. "You want to tell her, or do you want to wait?"

I shrugged. "I can tell her. I don't mind."

"Tell me what?" Carole sounded anxious to figure out what was going on.

I smiled at her. "I was just asking Burt if I could ask Kurt to marry me."

Carole gasped as a hopeful smile suddenly appeared on her face. She looked at her husband. "Please tell me you told him yes."

Burt nodded. "I did. I gave him my blessing."

"Oh my god!" Carole immediately wrapped her arms around me to scoop me up into a giant hug. "Blaine, this is so exciting!"

I laughed as I hugged her back. "You literally just reacted the same exact way my mom did when I told her why I was coming over here. I'm so happy, though."

Carole let me go so she could finish putting the groceries away, but she didn't stop smiling. "When are you planning on popping the big question?"

"This Saturday," I told her. "Kurt and I are going to Dalton's Alumni Weekend. I thought it would be cute to propose to him somewhere at the school where we met."

"Y'know," Burt commented, stepping closer to Carole so he could wrap an arm around her waist, "I proposed to this lovely lady right here in the exact same classroom at McKinley where Kurt introduced us."

"Kurt introduced you guys to each other at McKinley?" I couldn't believe I hadn't known this.

Carole nodded and smiled dreamily, probably reminiscing. "Parents' Night. I remember like it was yesterday."

"That's perfect," I said under my breath, mostly to myself, then spoke up louder so they could hear me. "I'm going to propose to Kurt on the exact same staircase where we met."

"Oh, how romantic!" Carole seemed almost as excited about this as I was. "Do you have a ring?"

"I do, actually." I pulled the black velvet box out of my jeans pocket and opened it so they could see. "My mom just gave me this before I came over here. It belonged to my great's been in my family for at least a hundred years, probably more."

Burt nodded in approval and said, "Kurt's going to love that," at the same time as Carole said, "Oh, Blaine, that's beautiful." I'm not quite sure why, but it made me happy to see that they liked it so much.

"Thank you so much." I smiled graciously as I slipped the ring back into my pocket. "I just really hope he likes it."

Before either of them could respond, the room was filled with the sound of my phone vibrating loudly in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out and glanced at the caller ID screen on the front before answering it.

"Speak of the devil...," I told Burt and Carole with a smirk before answering the call and pressing the phone to my ear. "Hi, baby."

"Hi!" I loved the way Kurt giggled breathlessly whenever he greeted me on the phone. "They let us out early, so I'm on my way home. Are you over at my parents' place?"

"Yeah, I am." I stole a glance over my shoulder at Burt, who must have picked up on the fact that I was talking to Kurt because he was already heading out to the family room to turn on the game.

All of a sudden it hit me. I was talking to the man who, if all went according to plan, was going to be my husband. I hesitated for a second before speaking again.

"Drive safe, okay? It's supposed to start snowing at some point tonight and it's already pretty cold. I'll see you in a little bit." I paused again, though this time I wasn't quite sure why. "I love you."

"I love you too." I could hear my favorite smile in his voice. "See you in a few."

We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone before announcing what Burt and Carole had probably already figured out.

"That was Kurt," I said. "He's on his way."

"Which means it's time to sit down and pretend we've been watching the game the whole time," Burt said as he came back out into the kitchen. "But Blaine, listen to me. I meant everything I said before about you and Kurt. You're a great guy and I'm honored to say that you'll be my son-in-law someday."

There was no way I could respond to that verbally, so I settled for giving him a smile and a hug. To my surprise, he hugged me back. Burt usually wasn't the hugging type.

"Thanks so much again. For everything," I said sincerely once we broke away from the hug. "I'm gonna make Kurt some hot chocolate for when he gets home."

Carole stayed out in the kitchen while I warmed up some milk on the stove and dug some cocoa mix out of the cabinet. She and I chatted amiably about potential wedding plans and whatnot. I told her that if Kurt was okay with it, I wanted him to plan our wedding because I knew how much he loved doing stuff like that. Carole wholeheartedly agreed with me and proceeded to tell me all about how Kurt had planned her wedding to Burt several years ago. I was so happy to see her as excited as she was. I knew that although she wasn't Kurt's biological mother, she loved him like he was her own.

I let the hot chocolate cool for a little bit before pouring a mug for myself and another for Kurt. I asked Burt and Carole if they would like some; both of them politely declined. I took both mugs out to the family room and set them on the table as I sat on the couch next to Burt.

"Damn Steelers are already ahead," he informed me as I sat down.

I rolled my eyes as I reached over for my mug of hot chocolate and took a sip. "God, I hope we come back and beat the crap out of them."

The next few minutes were filled with similar football banter until the first quarter ended and the station went to a commercial. The timing couldn't have been more perfect because the front door opened at that exact moment.

Burt leaned in closer and spoke just quietly enough so that I was the only one who would have been able to hear him. "Go say hello to your future fiancee, would you?"

My heart started racing the second he said that word. He'd spoken the truth, though. Kurt was going to be my fiancee. Hopefully. I still had to ask him, and he still had to say yes. I had my fingers crossed, though.

"Honey, I'm home!" Kurt called in a spot-on imitation of Ricky Ricardo as I stepped out into the front hallway to greet him. His eyes were bright and there was a noticeable redness coloring his cheeks, probably from the cold. I had barely seen him all day and I was immediately struck by how amazing he looked.

I giggled and immediately wrapped him in a hug to warm him up. "Hi," I said softly.

"Hi," Kurt sighed breathlessly with a smile on his face.

"I feel like I haven't seen you all day," I admitted in a sad voice. "How are you, how was your seminar thing?"

"I'm cold," Kurt murmured as he adorably nuzzled his face into my neck. "The seminar went well. Got a whole bunch of new ideas for some stuff that I'm really excited about. I'm exhausted now, though."

I held him closer and gently rubbed his back. "Come on out and watch the game with us. I made you some hot chocolate."

Kurt picked his head up and smirked at me. "You really think hot chocolate will win me over to the point that I would actually want to watch football?" he asked, then giggled a little bit. "I'm kidding. That's very sweet of you, Blaine. But I'll only watch the game on one condition."

"What condition is that?" I asked him.

Kurt's face melted into the sweetest little smile. "We get to cuddle."

"You are so cute. Of course we can cuddle." I cupped his chin with one hand and brought his face closer to mine. "But I get to kiss you first."

Kurt smirked and tapped his lips with his index finger. "Then kiss."

So I did. I kept it simple - I just held my lips against his and thought about marrying him. This man - this beautiful, amazing, perfect man - still had no idea that I planned on making him my husband. I had half a mind to take the ring out of my pocket and get down on one knee right then and there, but I decided against it. I was going to make this proposal absolutely perfect for him, which required me to put in a little bit more thought as to how, exactly, I was going to do it.

Kurt's face was graced with a beautifully breathless smile as we broke the kiss. "I could never get tired of that. Never in a million years."

"Me neither." I gave him another quick, soft kiss. "Now how about that cuddling?"

"Yes, please," Kurt insisted with a smile as he slipped his feet out of his shoes and hung his coat and scarf up in the closet. "That's another thing I could never get tired of doing in a million years."

We headed back out to the family room. The game had started back up; it was the second quarter now. Burt had relocated himself to the La-Z-Boy and Carole was sitting at one end of the couch to give Kurt and I some room. Both of them greeted him when we came into the room and asked how his seminar had gone.

"It went really well, but I'm so tired," Kurt told them as he settled himself into my lap. "Luckily I was able to convince my boyfriend to snuggle with me." He smiled and cuddled himself closer against my chest; I wrapped my arms around him to hold him there against me.

"That's one hell of a nice guy you've got yourself there, Kurt," Burt pointed out as I handed Kurt the hot chocolate I'd made for him. He took the mug graciously in both hands and tilted it up to his face to take a long sip.

"I know," Kurt said proudly once he'd swallowed. He smiled and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "I'm a very lucky man."

From that point on it was extremely hard to focus on watching the game. I was too distracted by the fact that I was holding pure perfection in my arms. Feeling Kurt so close to me and knowing that someday, hopefully, I was going to marry him nearly brought tears to my eyes. He wasn't watching the game either; he seemed content to lie in my arms with his head against my chest and drift off into sleep, lulled by the rhythm of my heart. I knew he was exhausted from his long day, and I had no problem whatsoever with letting him sleep in my arms.

After halftime I realized I was getting pretty tired myself, so I reached for a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch and pulled it over us. Kurt, who was most definitely asleep by now, stirred a little bit and burrowed himself closer against me. I pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead and stroked his hair softly, never once taking my eyes off of him.

I couldn't wait to marry him. I wanted us to be fathers together and raise a family. I wanted to grow old with him. In that moment, as the final few minutes of Monday Night Football played on the TV, I knew I was holding the rest of my life right there in my arms.

Finally, as the fourth quarter drew to a closer, I carefully stood up from the couch with Kurt still in my arms.

"He's completely out," I told Burt and Carole. "I'm going to take him up to bed...I'm pretty tired myself."

"All right," Burt said. He paused for a moment before he continued. "And y'know,'re real good to him." He nodded at Kurt sleeping in my arms. "I know it's been seven years, but I'm still glad Kurt found someone like you."

"Thank you," I said humbly, and kissed the side of Kurt's head for good measure. "I'll see you guys in the morning. Good night."

Kurt warily opened his eyes halfway as I began carrying him towards the stairs. "Blaine? Where are we going?"

"Shhh. Go back to sleep. I'm carrying you to bed...I know you're exhausted and you had a long day," I said softly.

A tiny smile was on Kurt's face as he leaned his head against my chest and wrapped his arms around my neck. "Okay."

Since we would be staying here at Burt and Carole's for the remainder of our time here in Ohio, Kurt and I had opted to sleep in his old bedroom which had since been converted to a guest room. That was where I was headed. Once there, I carried him quietly into the room without bothering to turn on the lights and laid him gently on the bed.

I was about to carefully pull the covers down so I could shift him to a more comfortable position under the blankets, but he opened his eyes just a little bit and spoke up. "Blaine."

"Yeah?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice down since he was still obviously mostly asleep.

"Take my clothes off," he insisted in a drowsy murmur. His tired fingers were already attempting to fumble with the buttons on his black vest.

There was nothing unusual about his request. Kurt and I slept naked sometimes even on nights when we didn't make love - and this, in a way, was pretty intimate in itself. We were both comfortable enough with each other that neither of us minded. Tonight, I figured that he'd asked me this because he didn't want to fall asleep in the expensive designer clothes he'd been wearing all day. I gently pushed his hands aside and began unbuttoning him myself.

Kurt was watching me through half-closed eyes with a dreamy smile on his face as I gently slipped him out of his vest and then the long-sleeved white shirt he wore underneath it. I carefully folded up each article of clothing and set it aside before turning back to focus on getting him out of his pants.

"What do you think you're looking at?" I teased as I slid his dress slacks off his long legs. "I thought you were tired."

"I am," Kurt reassured me. "But I don't want to take my eyes off of you for one second."

"I know the feeling. That's how I am with you." I rid him of his boxer briefs, then when he was completely naked I lowered my head so I could press a soft kiss to my name on his skin.

On his eighteenth birthday, Kurt had gone out to get my name tattooed onto his skin just like I had a tattoo for him. My name was inked onto his pale skin in the same gorgeous cursive that marked his name forever above my heart, but Kurt's tattoo was lower down, below his waist. It started a few inches below his right hipbone and went down tantalizingly lower, almost disappearing into that enticing little crease of skin on the inside of his thigh. It had always been my favorite spot on Kurt, and the fact that my name was there made it even better. I let my lips linger there for a few seconds.

"Still like my tattoo, hmmmm?" Kurt murmured teasingly as I kissed back up his body. I shifted my position a little bit so that I wasn't completely on top of him, otherwise he probably would have been able to feel the bulge created by the ring box in my pocket.

"I love it. I love being all yours." I spoke with my lips against his skin as I kissed him all over his face except for his mouth. "I love you."

"Despite the fact that you are a huge tease and you don't seem to want to give me a proper kiss...," Kurt pouted a little bit as he spoke, "I love you, too."

"Now who's being a tease? You know I can't resist those lips, especially when you pout like that."

"Hmph." Kurt stuck out his bottom lip even more to create a bigger pout. Anyone else would have looked ridiculous making that face, but Kurt looked beyond adorable, as usual. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

"See? Now you're the one that's being unfair. Not just the pouting do you expect me to be able to resist all of this?" I gestured to his entire body in all its naked glory.

"Then don't resist. I'm not asking you to fuck me, I just want a kiss." Kurt's voice had a coy little undertone to it that somehow made him even more irresistible. "And then I want you to take your clothes off, since it seems a little unfair that I'm naked and you're not. And then I want us to kiss some more. And then I want to go to sleep."

"Someone's specific," I murmured. Then, because I couldn't have resisted him any longer even if I'd wanted to, I smiled as I let my lips fall against his.


Something seemed different about Blaine that Saturday morning when we woke up to get ready to go to Dalton for Alumni Weekend. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but for whatever reason he seemed jumpy and skittish. Almost nervous. And most definitely anxious.

He was doting, too. I woke up that morning to a fully prepared breakfast in bed. I could only imagine how early he'd woken up to make everything.

"So what's the game plan for today?" I asked him after I swallowed a delicious bite of chocolate chip pancakes. I'd offered him some - the gesture was very sweet and everything tasted amazing, but he'd made so much food that I seriously doubted I could finish it all - but he had politely refused. "What time do you want to leave?"

"Um, it doesn't really matter." Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, which was something he sometimes did when he was nervous. I filed that away in my brain for possible reference. "We can just go whenever you finish eating and getting ready. No rush."

But despite this, he kept knocking on my door every five minutes as I was getting ready.


"Baby, are you almost done?"

"I don't know how crowded it will be...I want to beat traffic..."

"Blaine!" Finally finished, I threw open the bathroom door with a giggle and smiled at him. He'd been waiting just on the other side. "What happened to 'there's no rush'?" I asked gently.

"Oh. I...uh, like I said, there's traffic...there's gonna be traffic..." Blaine stumbled over his words as he spoke, not even blinking as he looked me over. I had to admit, I thought I looked pretty damn good - gray Ralph Lauren peacoat, black Prada trousers and the neutral-tone knit Gucci scarf that Blaine had given me last month, since it was supposed to be pretty cold today.

"Blaine," I said again, quieter this time as I stepped closer to him. "It's a Saturday morning. I doubt there's going to be much traffic."

He blushed. "That's true. I just...I lost my train of thought." He let his eyes sweep shamelessly over my entire body. "You look amazing."

Now it was my turn to blush. Seven years later and I was beginning to accept the fact that my heart would pound a little bit faster every time he complimented me, which was often.

"Thanks," I said softly, giving him a tiny smile.

Neither of us said a word for a few seconds. We simply looked into each other's eyes. It was silent, but nowhere near awkward.

"I...I guess we should go," Blaine suggested after a silent moment had passed us by.

"Yeah." I nodded and slipped my hand into his. "Let's get going."

Blaine and I ate lunch with our fellow alumni in the exclusive second-floor dining hall at Dalton that was specifically only used on occasions such as this. I hadn't seen some of these guys in years, so it was nice that we had a chance to talk to them again. Well, I talked to them, anyway. Blaine barely said a word during the entire meal. He also didn't eat much.

"Is everything okay?" I asked him quietly at one point, my voice so low that nobody else would have been able to hear. I gently reached over and took one of his hands.

Blaine cleared his throat. "Yeah," he said. "I'm fine."

"You seem nervous," I observed, rubbing my thumb in circles over the back of his hand.

Blaine froze for a moment. Finally he mumbled something to himself under his breath that sounded like, "It's now or never," and stood up from the table.

"Come with me," he said to me.

I warily took his hand and stood up beside him, but waited until we were a sufficient distance away from our old friends before I asked him anything.

"Blaine, please be honest with me," I urged. "Are you sure everything is okay?"

He stopped walking so he could look me in the eyes. "Kurt, I promise you, everything is fine."

The little reassuring smile that graced his face let me know he was true to his word. I returned his smile and we kept walking.

We came to a winding staircase. Without hesitation, Blaine started descending it, gently pulling me along behind him. I had to admit, I was slightly confused - I had no idea where we were going. There was nothing I could do but follow him.

When we reached the bottom, Blaine let go of my hand and left me standing on the first step up while he stepped down to the floor. My mouth was already halfway open, about to ask where he was going, but then he turned around.

A massive brick wall of emotions hit me when he turned around to face me on the steps. The memories came flooding back - memories of the very first time he'd turned around to acknowledge me on this exact same staircase. In that moment, as he turned towards me, I could see nothing but the boy I'd fallen in love with so many years ago. That boy had turned around to face me at the bottom of these same stairs when those first few nervous words had left my mouth: Excuse me. Um...hi. Can I ask you a question? I-I'm new here.

"Blaine." My voice sounded broken, but I somehow managed to smile. "Sorry for sounding all Rose-from-Titanic here, but this is where we first met."

"It is." Blaine nodded, hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take both of my hands. I had no idea what was going on and my heart felt like it was about to pulse right through my chest, but the way he looked into my eyes at that moment made me unable to do anything but just trust him.

"Kurt," he stated, and the way he said my name with such emotion and tenderness in his voice just made my heart beat even faster. "Out of all the guys that were walking down the stairs that day - and there had to have been hundreds of them - you chose me. There were so many people there. One more split second later and I would have been too far away for you to ask. And...and something tells me that if you had picked any of the other guys and asked them your question...we might have never even met." His voice was quiet but firm and broke a little bit near the end. It almost sounded like he was trying not to cry, which of course made me feel like I was about to cry.

"But I did pick you," I whispered. "I don't know if it was intuition or what, but somehow I just knew you were the one I had to ask."

He bowed his head humbly for a second before looking up into my eyes again. "And I'm so glad you picked me. So glad. Because if you hadn't, then I wouldn't be able to do this."

He took his hands away from mine and reached into his pants pocket. My heart was beating faster every second and I still didn't know what was happening. It didn't really hit me until he opened the small box he'd taken out of his pocket and began to sink down to one knee. Before the words were even out of his mouth, my right hand flew to my chest, over my heart, as if I were trying to keep it from beating straight out of me. My left hand had a vice grip on the railing to keep myself steady due to the fact that my knees felt like they were about to give out. It felt like all the breath had been taken out of my body in one glorious passing second.

"Kurt Hummel." Blaine said my name as a declaration, like there was absolutely no doubt whatsoever in his mind. His eyes stayed fixed on mine to emphasize this. "Will you marry me?"

I had started nodding furiously before he'd even finished speaking. Despite my best efforts to blink them away, I could already feel tears dampening my eyes. I allowed myself to take a look at the ring in the black velvet box he was offering to me. It was platinum, engraved with a gorgeous design, and probably vintage. It was perfect.

"Yes," I said simply. My voice was so weak with tears that I was surprised he could hear me at all.

I could see the relief take over his face the second I accepted. His eyes were shiny with tears, too, as he removed the ring from its box and took my hand. As he slipped it onto my finger his eyes never left mine, but once the ring was in place he brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it. He kept his lips there for a very long time. I placed my free hand on the back of his head and lovingly stroked my fingers through his hair.

Neither of us said a word as he finally took both of my hands again and rose to his feet. I stepped down off the bottom stair so I could stand level with him on the floor. At almost the exact same time, we each pulled the other closer in the most loving embrace we'd ever shared. We stayed there holding each other close for what could have been hours. Neither of us would have cared.

My heart was still racing. How many times had I dreamed of this moment - the moment when I would propose to someone, or when I would be proposed to - and it turned out to be the latter. Either way, it was more perfect than I'd ever dreamed it would be. After a blissful eternity had passed us by, Blaine pulled back from the embrace slightly so he could look me in the eyes.

"Kurt," he said breathlessly. "You're going to be my husband."

There was no way I could respond to that. No way at all. I put my hands on either side of his face and pulled him in for an emotional kiss.

Believe you me when I say that kissing Blaine is always wonderful, but this time was even more special than ever before. There's something magical about kissing the man whom one is going to marry, immediately after the proposal.

"I have to ask you one more thing," Blaine said once we'd broken away. "And please don't feel obligated to do this, Kurt. I'm asking you because I think it's something you'd enjoy, but you don't have to say yes."

I nodded. "All right, what is it?"

Blaine smiled. "How would you feel about planning our wedding?"

I would feel absolutely great with that, thank you very much was my initial thought. But the events of the past few minutes had essentially robbed me of all my coherency, so it took me a few seconds to remember how to talk.

"Oh, Blaine, I'd love to," I said with a breathless smile, then pulled him into another hug. I nuzzled my face into his neck and murmured my next few words against his skin. "I'm going to make this a beautiful wedding for you."

He squeezed me just a little closer. When he spoke, his voice was barely loud enough to be considered a whisper. "Thank you."

All of a sudden I was struck with the overwhelming urge to kiss him again. So I did. He'd managed to hold off his crying up until this point, but this time as we kissed I could feel his warm tears on my face. They were probably mingling with mine. I couldn't even tell for sure but I figured I was probably crying, too.

We pulled away from the kiss and just smiled at each other for a few seconds before Blaine spoke again.

"There's one more thing," he said. "Come with me to the senior commons."

I opened my mouth to respond but once again no words came out. Blaine smiled, winked, and took my hand.

"Come on," he said, causing my brain to be flooded with a deluge of nostalgia. "I know a shortcut."

And so off we went, running through the back hallways hand-in-hand just as we had so many years ago, when I'd only known this boy for thirty seconds. I was surprised I was even able to run. My legs had threatened to melt away from underneath me quite a few times since Blaine had led me to the stairs. As we ran, I couldn't help but stare admiringly at my left hand. I was engaged. I was engaged to Blaine. Blaine and I were getting married. Blaine was going to be my husband.

This time, though, when we burst through the doors of the senior commons, nobody else was inside and all the furniture was in place. Suddenly I realized how much trouble he must have gone through to do this for me. He would have had to call Dalton ahead of time and explain the situation so that they could keep everybody out of the senior lounge. And just when I think I can't love him any more.

He also must have had somebody come in and drop his guitar off, because I recognized the large black case sitting on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He led me to the couch and we sat down, then he reached out and opened the instrument case.

Without saying a word, he began to strum some opening chords. My heart skipped quite a few beats when I recognized the song that had grown to be a favorite of mine. I literally could not wrap my mind around how perfect he was.

And then of course he had to go and be even more perfect as he began to sing.

"You think I'm pretty without any makeup on

You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong

I know you get me so I let my walls come down, down

Before you met me, I was all right but things

Were kinda heavy, you brought me to life

Now every February, you'll be my valentine, valentine

Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance until we die

You and I will be young forever..."

I'd never heard this performed as an acoustic song before, but then again Blaine could do anything with a guitar. I loved it even more than the first time he'd sang it, because this time there was nobody else here - none of the other Warblers, no other students...just us.

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's runaway and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me

Just one touch now baby I believe

This is real so take a chance and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back"

I felt the smile on my face growing wider and wider the more he sang. I knew I probably looked ridiculous, but Blaine didn't seem to mind. He kept right on playing and singing like nothing else mattered.

"We drove to Cali, and got drunk on the beach

Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets

I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece

I'm complete

Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance until we die

You and I will be young forever

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's runaway and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me

Just one touch now baby I believe

This is real so take a chance and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back"

I felt myself starting to tear up again and forced myself to blink rapidly. No. I was not going to cry and be a total sap. Not while I was being serenaded with a Katy Perry song...not even a Katy Perry song that was being played acoustically and sung by my fiancee...

"I'm a get your heart racing

In my skin tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me

In my skin tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight"

The way he looked at me, though. Okay, maybe I can cry a little bit.

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's runaway and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me

Just one touch now baby I believe

This is real so take a chance and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

I'm a get your heart racing

In my skin tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me

In my skin tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight."

He looked at me with a hopeful smile on his face as the last chord reverberated through the air and finally went silent. I gently pushed the guitar aside and set it on the floor, then crawled into his lap.

"Just think," I murmured, admiring my ring yet again, "this is where it all began - this is how it all began - and now we're engaged, Blaine."

"You like the ring?" he asked, probably having noticed the fact that I couldn't stop staring at it.

I nodded. "I adore it. It's gorgeous."

"Thanks," he said with a tiny smile. "My mom gave it to me. It belonged to my great's kind of an old family heirloom, I guess."

There's nothing quite like the feeling you get when you realize that the engagement ring your boyfriend just gave you is actually a very expensive antique. "Oh, Blaine..."

"Don't even start. You're worth it," he reassured me with a smile, then took a long look at the ring for himself. "I wonder how much this thing is seriously worth. It would be interesting to get it appraised."

I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. "Blaine, I don't care how much it's worth. I care that you gave it to me, and I care that it symbolizes the fact that one day we're going to be legally bound together as husband and husband." I couldn't help but let my smile grow even bigger. "After everything that happened to us as teenagers...I feel like this is finally a chance for redemption."

Blaine looked at me for a long time with a tiny little smile on his face. Then he breathed, "I love you," as he pulled me in for a kiss.

My mind wandered for a bit as I kissed him back. At first, of course, my thoughts were nothing but Oh my god, I'm engaged for a few seconds. Then my train of thought headed towards thoughts of weddings and colors for said weddings and locations for said weddings and dates for said weddings. Like I'd told Blaine earlier, I was going to make this a beautiful wedding for him. I had every intention of sticking to my word. He deserved nothing less than the most perfect wedding anyone could imagine.

But finally I made my mind settle on one thing. Blaine. He was, after all, the reason for all of this. I smiled beneath his lips as I reveled in the feeling of warmth and safety that came along with being close to him like this. It made me happy to know that I would get to keep this feeling for the rest of my life.

But the rest of my life was too far ahead of me. At that moment, all I cared about was the fact that my teenage dream has come true.


Yay it's over! And it's actually a huge relief to me because literally I was at that point where I knew I was only going to write one more chapter and I just wanted to get this story over and done with.

I just wanted to say thank you to everybody who has read this. Even if it's just one chapter (because lots of people have told me that they only read the first chapter and then stopped because they decided it was too sad to continue. That's okay. To each their own). But I've honestly gotta say...thank you especially to the people that have stuck with this. Yesterday was exactly ten months to the day that I published the first chapter of this. It's pretty damn long. But for those of you who have taken the time to read the whole thing and leave me feedback, I can't thank you enough.

So...I don't really know what else to say, and it's almost two in the morning now so I can't think of a witty way to end this, so I'm just going to awkwardly stop talking. Reviews are ALWAYS appreciated even though this is the end. Thank you so much again.