"Kurt. Will you… please… do me the honour… of one day, becoming my husband?"
All eyes were on us. The silence was so intense - the slightest shift of fabric could break it. I stood there, blue box in hand, not knowing how to move on from that point. My mind kept repeating the same thoughts, over and over: Do I say something? Do I just walk away? How am I supposed to react to this?
"Blaine…" Kurt whispered, forcing me to look at him as best I could through the blurry, tear-ridden, puffy eyes I now had.
I could feel everyone looking at me to say something or do something.
"I'm going to get some air," I said quietly, slowly standing up and snapping shut the blue box before shoving it into Kurt's hand and sprinting outside. My tie felt like it was choking me, I felt the strong urge to throw up from the flipping sensation in my stomach. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw my tie away, shrugging my jacket off and just dropping it on the grass of Mercedes' front lawn. I kept walking until I reached my car, sitting underneath the giant fig tree, and sat on the bonnet. My head just fell into my hands and I couldn't control the sobbing or hyperventilating.
I heard the distant sound of a screen door slam and fast-paced footsteps coming towards me, but I paid no attention. To hell with people thinking I'm pathetic, looking like this, I thought.
I ignored the voice.
It was Finn.
"Blaine, come on, look at me."
I sniffed, wiped my eyes with my sleeve and turned to look at Finn, who was now standing right in front of me looking concerned, yet unsure of how to act.
"Look, man. I know… uh, this is weird. Uh. I know this is hard for you…"
"Do you?" I snapped back, not even concerning myself with just how Finn was feeling.
"Yeah! I do! I may not have ever… proposed to someone before… but I know what it's like being rejected by the person you love."
He had a point there. Damn that Rachel.
"What are trying to say, Finn? I'm very busy drowning my sorrows in silence, if you don't mind." I turned to stare at my shoes, not wanting Finn to see me start to cry again.
"Come off it, man. You know Kurt loves you."
"Well, why'd he say no like that? In front of everybody?"
"…I can't tell you that."
Though I'd been staring at my shoes for good reason, I couldn't help but look at Finn.
"…You know? You know why he just rejected me?"
Finn shifted in his place, digging his hands into his pockets.
"Yeah," he said. "He just told me before I came out here to find you."
I didn't say anything.
"I can't tell you," Finn said.
"It's for him to tell you in person."
"Well forgive me for not really wanting to face him right now!" I couldn't help it. The tears began falling again, streaming even more so this time. I thought about how much water my body was losing through all this excessive crying and laughed internally about how pathetic I was.
Finn moved awkwardly to sit on the bonnet next to me.
"Kurt's my brother. Sure… step-brother… but still. I love him…"
"I know, Finn."
"You're right for him, Blaine. You and him… you both fit."
"Try telling him that. Obviously he doesn't agree."
"You need to talk to him about that."
"What's the use in talking? He just said no!"
"Blaine… just… you need to talk to him."
"I don't feel like it."
"No, Finn! The love of my life just said no after I proposed to him! And as cliché as that term sounds, it's true. He is the love of my life. Even now that he's said no, I feel like I should hate him for making me so damned unhappy, but I can't! Because I love him! I love him so much! I miss him even when he's in a different room and I miss him right now but I can't bear to see him because I just know that when I do, I'll lose it. I won't be able to take control of myself long enough to bear knowing that he's rejected me. I love him too much to face him, Finn."
Finn sat there, shocked at how fast that came out. It took him a few moments to register before he responded.
"Look… I know I'm not one of your Dalton buddies. We barely talk unless it's about food or football. I always thought that I shouldn't overstep the boundaries and get close with you so that Kurt could have you all to himself. But… I do care about you, Blaine. I feel like we could be friends. Kind of. I mean, we have glee in common. Just trust me."
"Thanks Finn. I… thanks."
Finn clapped me on the back before rethinking it and then pulling me in for a hug. A bro-hug, nonetheless.
"Come inside with me," he said, taking my hand and pulling me off the bonnet.
"What, so I can embarass myself further?"
"No, but you've got to talk to your family about who you're taking home, right? Didn't Charlotte and Donovan come in a cab?"
Finn had a point. I begrudgingly walked back inside, picking up my suit jacket and my tie along the way. The house was still eerily quiet. Finn put one hand on my back and gestured for me to enter first, and as I made my way back into the rec room and opened the door, I was shocked by the sight in front of me.
Kurt was on one knee, wearing the ring I'd given him with a black box of his own open in his hand. He looked up at me expectantly, looking worried and nervous.
"Kurt, what is this?" I asked, hesitantly stepping forward.
"Shut up, you've made your speech, now let me make mine."
Finn pushed me forward so that I was now standing directly in front of Kurt.
"Blaine Anderson. You are my other half. You are everything that makes me smile when I wake up in the morning. You are the spring in my step. You are the inspiration to my every performance. You are the reason that I'm still here, alive and smiling, today.
I had a speech prepared. I did. But then you had to go and ruin it by interrupting me and proposing first. You of all people should know I like the spotlight. AND you basically ruined the whole premise of my speech, because I was going to outline to you everything I loved about you.
So now, I'm improvising.
Blaine. There are no words to describe how I felt that one day, meeting you on the staircase at Dalton. I was an intruder, an enemy or spy of sorts. Yet you somehow found that charming and were so welcoming towards me. It only took a second before I realised what kind of person you were. You took me for coffee, with a couple of your friends, before ushering them away and inviting me to spill all of my problems. And I did. I laid them out on the table, each and every one of them. It seems stupid, revealing everything that was wrong in my life to someone I'd only met ten minutes prior. But I did it. I somehow felt comfortable enough to do it.
Ever since that moment, I've felt this connection between us grow stronger and stronger. I thought I was insane, convincing myself that we were just friends until you finally asked me out. You made me so damned happy.
We have our silly routine of coffee at seven, and you know what? That makes me feel like I've got that beautiful romance usually only seen in really bad movies. I love that I can be myself around you and I love that you can do the same.
So before, when you proposed to me, firstly, I was shocked. But secondly, I knew I had to say no because I had to be the one to propose to you. You held my hand and walked me through every single step of the way, but I'm begging you to let me take the lead for once."
Kurt reached forward and took my left hand.
"Blaine Anderson. I stand here today, on my eighteenth birthday, in front of all my family and friends, to shamelessly confess how much I love you. Today, also being our anniversary, I felt like it was the perfect day to say this.
Today I turned eighteen. I've been alive eighteen years and yet all I can think is that I want the next eighteen and many more years to be spent waking up next to you and having coffee at seven.
I love you. I love you more than you could imagine. You are my everything.
Will you please, please, marry me?"
I could hear the whisperings of our family and friends around us. Kurt's grip on my hand increased and I squeezed back, staring him down with an uncontrollable smile playing on my lips.
"Kurt Hummel, it'd be my honour."
The next few moments happened in this great big blur. Kurt slipped a ring on my finger and I looked down to see the silver band I'd bought him fitting perfectly on his. I pulled him up off the floor and pounced - our lips met and were crashing together with so much force and desperation, as if they were never meant to part. My arms wrapped themselves around Kurt's waist, not wanting to let go. The room was filled with applause, laughter and heartfelt sobs from everyone in the room, amongst cheers of "Congratulations!" and "Yay! Engaged!" When Kurt and I finally needed to pull back for some air, we were dragged in various directions by family members, all wanting to see our respective rings and to squeeze us tightly.
Everything was perfect. The rest of the party went off without a hitch. The Warblers sang for Kurt once more and the champagne just kept flowing. We didn't even notice when the party was winding down. Eventually, everyone had gone home and Kurt, Finn, Burt and I were the last people left - apart from Mercedes, who had begun cleaning up.
"I'm so proud of you two," Burt said gruffly, taking both Kurt and I in for a hug.
"Thanks Dad," Kurt said.
"Yeah, thanks Burt."
"Welcome to the family, Blaine!" Burt replied with a smile.
"I haven't married in yet!"
"You're as good as in. Listen, I thought… uh… well see, you'd both told me that you were going to propose-"
"You knew!" Kurt interjected. "We could have avoided Blaine's feelings getting hurt if you'd mentioned something! God!"
"Calm down, I didn't know you were both going to do it tonight! I knew Blaine was, I thought he was going to do it and you were just going to accept it and - oh, whatever. You're engaged. Congrats. Kurt, happy birthday. Enjoy."
Burt slipped an envelope into Kurt's hands before quickly walking away, taking Finn with him.
"What is it?"
Kurt opened the envelope one handed - we'd been holding hands since we'd gotten engaged and that wasn't about to change.
"It's a key card. To… a hotel room."
Kurt looked at me, confused.
"Is he… did he just give you a hotel room for the night?"
"I think he gave it to us… hang on, there's a note. 'Thought you two could have a night to yourselves. Love, Dad.' Well… that's interesting."
"And convenient," I said, pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek.
"Well, looks like you matter just as much as I do, now."
"Nevermind. Let's just go."
We called out to say thanks to Mercedes, promising to return the next day and help with cleanup. We sped to the hotel and settled into our room, just the two of us.
No matter what, we had each other. In that moment, and forever.
We made love that night, but somehow it was so much more than any other time we'd done it. This time, we knew we had all the time in the world. Because it was no longer Kurt and Blaine. It was Kurt and Blaine as one. We were the happiest people in the world.
And when we woke up the next morning, we just laid there in bed - fingers tracing the outlines of our rings, good morning kisses pressed to cheeks and temples. We could've stayed there forever, just us two.
Instead, we ordered room service and had coffee at seven.
There we go! That is the end of this hideously long and inconsistent fic! I must say, I'm not ridiculously proud of this, but I hope you all liked it. Thank you for all of your support over these past few months - I think I started this in April, so I'm so amazed that you guys have stuck around through the dramas of me writing this!
I have now finished school for the year! Year 11 is officially over and when I go back to school in January I will be a senior. That is insane.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the fic. Please let me know what you thought with this final chapter. Also, provide your thoughts re: a sequel, too. I'm toying around with that idea.
In the meantime, now that I'm finished with school, I can concentrate on writing more. I'm going to be continuing the 'Letters' fic (in a completely different verse to this).
I love you all just as much as Blaine loves Kurt and Jeff loves KurtieBear CuddleTime.
By the way, how'd you all like that song? It's still up there on tumblr if you want it.
Much love and thanks FOR EVERYTHING.