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This story is now complete.


Chapter thirty one: Epilogue


One year later

There was something about that day, Blaine decided when he awoke, Kurt in his arms.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something almost tangible about the day ahead that told him that today was the day.

Today was the day that he would ask Kurt to marry him.

He knew it was too soon, he knew it would scare Kurt but he also knew that deep down, under his boyfriend's harsh exterior, he wanted this just as much as Blaine. And hey, a little push in the right direction never hurt anyone.

They were soon approaching twenty and had already passed the anniversary of their two years together. Blaine was surer than ever that this was it; that Kurt was the only one he would ever want.

Truth be told, Blaine had been petrified about New York. It was no secret of the fact hat they would be surrounded by gorgeous, available guys for the taking, but Kurt had surprised him in the best way possible. That wasn't to say that he didn't trust Kurt; he did, he just knew of Kurt's past and Blaine couldn't help but worry about how Kurt would react. But his boyfriend had remained completely faithful and Blaine couldn't have been happier. They'd stood the test of time, of infidelity, of everything. And now they were ready to just enjoy their lives together. Their married lives together.

That was, of course, assuming that Kurt agreed. That was the one tiny detail that Blaine was losing sleep over. If Kurt said no, there was a possibility that their whole relationship would be over and Blaine didn't know how he would deal with that. Kurt was his life; there was no going back to loneliness.

But Kurt won't say no, Blaine reassured himself; he loves you, he wants to be with you and he'll want to be with you in this way, too.

He sighed, looking down at the sleeping male in his arms. He leant down and pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's forehead, smiling when his boyfriend subconsciously tightened his hold around him in response.

It was safe to say that Kurt Hummel would be the death of him. But in the best way imaginable.


Kurt sat at his desk, drumming his fingers on the work top as he sketched out his latest design. After his performing course, he'd taken one in fashion and had become a costume designer, working his way up from side street performances until his fingertips were brushing Broadway. At the next show, the producer of Wicked would be there to scope out his designs and see if they wanted to use him, which was even more than a mere dream come true. It was everything he'd ever wanted, and more.

He snatched up his phone as it rang, checking the caller ID as he brought it up to his ear. "Hey, Santana," he greeted, smiling. The two of them had stayed in sparse contact until she'd come to stay last summer and ever since, they'd been inseparable, as they had been in high school.

"Kurt, I just got off the phone with Blaine!" Santana squealed. "Oh my God, I am so excited for you."

"Er, thanks?" Kurt replied, brow furrowing in confusion. "Santana, what are you on about?"

"I mean, I know I said he was a dork to begin with, but he's completely turned it around and I couldn't be happier for you! You really deserve this, Kurt," Santana gushed, barely pausing for breath.

"Santana!" Kurt cut in, desperately, "Will you please explain to me what you're talking about?"

Santana stopped short, giving a small gasp. "Er, nothing," she quickly backtracked, "I didn't say anything. I just – nothing, honestly. Please don't tell Blaine," she pleaded.

"I won't," Kurt promised, "but what do you mean?"

"Nothing, Kurt," she told him, "Honestly, you'll find out soon."

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "It's nothing bad, right?"

"Of course not!" Santana exclaimed. "This is Blaine we're talking about. The worst thing he's ever done is probably shop lift lip gloss."

"Santana, Blaine does not wear lip gloss."

His friend paused. After a few moments of reflective silence, she said, "Really?"

"Yes!" Kurt laughed. "Of course he doesn't. Excessive amounts of hair gel, yes."

"Can't argue with that," Santana replied. "Listen, Kurt, I have to go, but call me when you find out, OK?"

"What if I don't figure out what it is?" Kurt whined.

Santana chuckled. "Honestly, Kurt, you'll know. It's kind of hard to miss."

Kurt paused. "Is it a puppy?"

She laughed. "It's a little bigger than a puppy, Kurt. And I thought you didn't like dogs," she pointed out.

"I don't," Kurt replied primly, "Which is why I want to know if I need to find the number of the nearest animal shelter."

"You don't," Santana assured him. "Just get your scrawny butt home, OK?"

"OK," Kurt agreed. "But my butt is in no way scrawny, got it?"

"Whatever you say," Santana chuckled. "Call me."

"Will do," Kurt replied, hanging up. He stared at his phone for a long while. What the hell…?


Simply put, Blaine was freaking out. And that was putting it lightly.

He was in full panic attack mode, fuelled by Santana's phone call explaining her close call with Kurt, but more than that he was freaking out about the proposal and his plan and how Kurt would take it.

If he said no, Blaine had no idea how he would cope.

But he wouldn't, he reassured himself. Santana had said so, Finn and Rachel had said so and Blaine's two fathers had also agreed. His plan was fool proof. Now he just had to wait for Kurt to get home.

Blaine sat, drumming his fingers on the edge of the sofa absentmindedly as he eagerly awaited Kurt's return. He stirred every time a noise rose from outside the door, nearly throwing himself into another panic attack when he was sure that he heard the door open, but turned and saw that no one was there.

He looked about him in anguish. At the time, the idea of building a fort out of sheets – as Katy Perry had informed him was undeniably romantic – had seemed like a good one, but now it just seemed childish. What if Kurt hated it? He wasn't a huge Katy Perry fan primarily, but the song had a particular significance to them. But now it seemed futile and childish and Kurt would probably take one look at it and then walk straight back out.

Blaine wrung his hands together, starting as he heard a key turn in the lock and Kurt enter, smiling brightly at Blaine as he dumped his messenger bag on the counter. He took a step towards Blaine, greeting him. "Hi, honey, how –" but he stopped short when he saw the fort, shooting his boyfriend a questioning look. "What's this?" He asked.

Blaine scratched the back of his head, trying to think of a viable explanation. "Lie with me?" He simply asked, gesturing to the fort that was taking up the entirety of their living room.

Kurt nodded, cocking his head on one side but staying silent, waiting to pass judgement until he knew exactly what was going on. He crawled into the fort, smiling as he saw how carefully planned out it was. He lay in the centre and Blaine curled into his side, hugging his boyfriend tightly. "What's going on, Blaine?" He asked, his voice soft as he ran his fingers through Blaine's curls.

"Can't I be hopelessly romantic?" Blaine teased, chuckling.

Kurt laughed. "Not without an explanation," he replied.

"I love you," Blaine said, simply.

"That's not an explanation," Kurt chided, but his voice had turned thick with emotion.

Blaine turned in his boyfriend's arms so that he was looking up at Kurt. "It is," he replied. "This time, it is."

Kurt smiled down at Blaine, remaining silent.

Blaine kept quiet for a few moments before he began to sing softly under his breath. "You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream," he sung, gazing up at Kurt the entire time. "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." He paused, smiling bravely through the tears that threatened to spill over. "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."

Blaine stopped taking Kurt's face between his hands and gazing intently at him. "I love you, Kurt Hummel," he said, "so much. So much that sometimes I can't even believe it. I never thought I would be this happy and I could never have imagined that it would be with someone as amazing as you and I'm just so lucky."

Kurt smiled as tears spilled down his cheeks.

"And I never want this feeling to stop," he continued, leaning in to kiss Kurt. His boyfriend responded eagerly, pressing himself closer and kissing Blaine passionately. After a few moments, Blaine pulled away and started to kiss his way down Kurt's neck. He paused for breath and before he could stop himself, he whispered against his boyfriend's skin, "Marry me."

Kurt's breathing hitched and his eyes flew wide open. He looked down at Blaine, who had turned crimson. "R-really?" He stuttered.

Blaine nodded, never breaking eye contact.

Kurt didn't even have to think about it. "Yes," he murmured, leaning in to kiss Blaine once more, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck. Blaine grinned into the kiss, tears stealing down his face as he clutched Kurt tightly. "Yes," he whispered against Blaine's lips. "Yes, yes, yes."

Blaine pulled away, cocking his head on one side. "Is that a yes?"

Kurt smacked his arm indignantly, though he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. "Yes," he replied, simply, launching himself at Blaine.

An hour or so later, they lay, sated and content in a mess of sheets. Blaine looked around them mournfully from where he was sprawled across Kurt's chest.

Kurt noticed where he was looking and gave a small smile, pressing a kiss to the top of Blaine's head and tightening his hold around him. "I'm sorry I ruined your fort," he murmured.

His boyfriend looked up, locking eyes with Kurt. "I don't need it," Blaine replied, his voice deadly serious, "I've got everything I need right here, in my arms."

THE END


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