Epilogue as promised. Read, review, and enjoy. Thank you to each and every one of you who are reading this; without you my motivation would not exist.
Until my next project,
One Year Later
Summer came bright and hot, flowers blossoming and whispy clouds drifting across ultramarine skies. Birds sang their hearts out in breezy trees, pavements sizzled with heat, smiles on nearly every face and a spring in nearly every step.
Kurt and Blaine lounged on a gingham picnic blanket under their treehouse, feeding each other strawberries from the bush under the tree and chattering casually and occasionally kissing.
Well, maybe a bit more than occasionally.
Kurt gasped for air, giggling when Blaine tickled his ribs mid-kiss.
"S-stop- ha- STOP!" he squealed, squirming away. "Strawberry break!"
Blaine groaned and rolled onto his back, smiling dizzily. "But I'm so full, Kurt," he pouted.
Kurt couldn't help but smile at the way Blaine said his name, like it was something long-waited for and something to be cherished. Despite his soulmate's protest he had already crawled over to pick out a particularly juicy-looking berry and was leaning over Blaine, dangling it over his mouth.
Blaine caught Kurt's gaze mischievously, opening his mouth slowly and suggestively. Kurt slapped him with a chuckle and lowered the strawberry. Blaine bit down and hollowed out his cheeks unnecessarily, sucking the berry into his mouth, wiggling his eyebrows. Kurt burst into hysterics once more, falling back onto the blanket and into Blaine's chest.
"Love you," he mumbled into Blaine's neck.
"I love you too," Blaine sighed into Kurt's hair.
Kurt hoisted himself up to lay half-on top of Blaine, resting his chin on folded fingers on Blaine's chest. Blaine grinned, revealing a small stain of strawberry in the corner of his mouth.
Kurt leaned forward to lick at it with his tongue, and pushed further into his mouth. Blaine hummed appreciatively, sucking at Kurt's tongue and Kurt smiled against his lips, tasting strawberries. He nipped affectionately at Blaine's lip before pulling away and resting back on his chest.
"You missed a spot," he whispered.
Blaine gazed at him through dark eyelashes and just barely upturned a corner of his mouth. Kurt's stomach jumped a little, still jumped at that look that Blaine reserved just for him.
"Wanna go on the swing?" Blaine asked softly, sleepily.
"'Kay," Kurt said brightly, sitting up and pulling Blaine up with him. He jumped up onto the swing, facing the downward slope into the city. He felt warm arms wrap around his waist before a warm body pressed against his own, and warm lips pressed against his neck. Kurt sighed into the touch, whining when Blaine pulled away but Blaine only chuckled and moved around to face Kurt.
"Wanna ask you a question," he said, nuzzling his nose against Kurt's.
"Hmm," Kurt hummed in response.
Blaine swallowed and blinked, telling signs that he was nervous. Kurt smiled bemusedly, taking his best friend's hand and rubbing over the letters written there lovingly, silently encouraging him. Over and over he traced:
Blaine's gaze, previously on his bare feet, finally met Kurt's.
"I know we just graduated high school," Blaine began. "But it feels like I've known you for longer than both of us have lived combined. We're going to go to New York together, Kurt. We're going to be living together and it's unreal-"
"Unreal that my dad even allowed it," Kurt teased, and Blaine smiled.
"Right," he said before continuing. "I just- I love you. So much."
Kurt's heart was fit to bursting. "I love you too," he lilted.
"And I was wondering if, since we love each other so much and have been through so much... well, I was wondering if you would marry me."
And then his hand was gone from Kurt's grip, pulling out a small velvet box as he kneeled down on one knee.
Kurt's gasp was involuntary as his hands flew up to clasp in front of his mouth. "Blaine," he squeaked, unable to say any more.
"I know we're young," Blaine backtracked. "And we've only technically been together for a bit more than a year, but I asked Burt and Carole first, and Finn was harder to convince but-"
"Blaineshutup," Kurt breathed, pulling him up to his feet and pulling him into a full body hug as he sat on the swing, arms and legs wrapped around his boyfriends' body.
"Yes," he squealed, "Yes, yes of course I will marry you, Blaine Anderson!"
"Oh good," Blaine sighed in relief, slipping the wedding band onto Kurt's finger.
"Come here," Kurt said softly, tugging on Blaine's hips. With some difficulty he clambered up onto Kurt's lap on the swing, legs dangling on the opposite side of Kurt's and arms wrapped around his shoulders as they kissed slow and deep and swayed lightly in the wind.
Suddenly Blaine pulled away to sing in Kurt's ear:
"Like a bolt out of the blue..."
Kurt smiled, tears in his eyes, and sang along with him. "Fate steps in and sees you through."
"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you," he continued.
"When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true..." Blaine sang.
"And all the things that you do."