Brittany: Hi.
Blaine: Oh hey, Britt, what’s up?
Brittany: I need you to talk to Kurt for me.
Blaine: Okay, any reason why?
Brittany: Well, Kurt won the election. I didn’t but then that means I can focus on my dream of becoming a famous journalist.
Blaine: Oh, Brittany, that’s great, but—
Brittany: I want you two on Fondue for Two.
Blaine: I’m sorry?
Brittany: McKinley stopped printing the Muckraker, so all I have left is Fondue for Two. Lord Tubbington has been a huge diva and refuses to do any interview, and I figure I can get Kurt to forgive me for running against him by interviewing you two on my show.
Blaine: Britt, I don’t think Kurt was that mad at you to begin with, but I’ll ask him anyway. Why do you need me on there? I’m not on the student council.
Brittany: Because you’re the First Unicorn.
Blaine: I’m a what?
Brittany: Kurt’s whole campaign was that he’s a unicorn. And you know there’s the President and then there’s the First Lady. If Kurt’s a unicorn, then you’re the First Unicorn.
Blaine: I—
Brittany: You’re a unicorn, just embrace your awesomeness.
(Source: kurtblaine)
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“Blaine, what are you doing?” Kurt giggled. Blaine kept his hands over his boyfriend’s eyes as Kurt stretched out his arms to find a path through his own hallway, Blaine kicked the door shut with the side of his foot. Their apartment was small, it’s all they could afford when they were first-year students in the city. NYADA was pretty expensive, but now they had a little more money. Rachel, however, lived in bigger apartment not far from them with a few roommates (she moved out of Kurt and Blaine’s apartment in their second year when they were constantly tripping over each others’ feet).
“Careful!” Blaine suppressed a laugh when Kurt stumbled over the line of shoes by the door.
“Thanks for the warning, ass!” If Kurt’s eyes hadn’t been closed, he’d probably be rolling them, “‘Oh what did Blaine get you for your five-year anniversary?’ they’ll say. ‘A broken rib and another reason to throw out those hideous plimsoles of his!’ I’ll reply.”
Blaine shook his head, still smiling, “We’re here, but keep your eyes closed until I say open them.”
“Surprise blowjob?”
“And stop being so sarcastic!” He playfully hit Kurt’s arm and took his hands off Kurt’s eyes.
“Sorry.” Kurt laughed.
Blaine waved his hand in front of Kurt’s eyes and he didn’t respond, so he snuck over to the docking station, plugged in his iPhone, and pressed play.
“Open.”
Kurt didn’t have to adjust his eyes to any bright lights, the room was only dimly lit by candles everywhere, and Blaine was standing at the end of their living room with two flutes of champagne in either hand.
“Blai— I… I don’t know what to s—”
“Don’t,” Blaine walked towards his boyfriend handing him one of the drinks, “happy anniversary, baby.” he clinked the glasses, sipped the drink, and wrapped his free arm around Kurt’s waist, bringing him closer as they danced slowly to the music.
They both leaned over to put their glasses on the side and closed the space between their bodies, pressing their foreheads together. Blaine kissed him lightly and Kurt let Blaine’s lips trail down his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. He took in his boyfriend’s familiar scent, something he was never tired of, something that would never fail to make his worst days much better. Even after the pair had a really big fight two years ago, and separated for a few days, Blaine never stopped missing his scent, no matter how angry he’d been.
He let Kurt’s head rest on his shoulder as he moved to the slow rhythm. It didn’t feel like they were moving, like time was passing, it was as if nothing else existed.
“How did you get these lit?” Kurt murmured against Blaine’s shoulder, “We’ve been out all evening.”
“I gave Rachel the spare key, she helped me out.” Blaine replied.
“Now why would Rachel Berry do that?” Kurt laughed, his words were slightly slurred because being in Blaine’s arms was more comforting than anything he had felt before, ”Rachel may only live twenty minutes away, but she wouldn’t help us out just for another one of your amazing romantic gestures.”
“Kurt Hummel, enough with the suspicion!” he teased, pulling back and meeting Kurt’s eye, “You’re right, though… She wouldn’t help out unless it was something really important.”
Kurt furrowed his brow as Blaine stepped back, taking both of his boyfriend’s hands in his, and breathed before meeting his boyfriend’s eyes again.
“I love you, Kurt. You know that. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone. You gave me so much strength to fight my demons, you taught me how to live, and to follow my dreams,” he paused, taking a second to look down, “and for the past five years all I dream about is you,” he looked up, “You are the only thing I think about before I sleep, whether you’re there next to me or not, when I wake up, when I eat, whenever… you’re always there in my thoughts. I wanted to give you another dance, do you remember our first dance at your Prom?”
Kurt nodded as he smiled, his eyes began to sting and he let the tears fall. Blaine moved in closer and kissed the trail they left.
“It’s always been you. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Kurt choked back a sob.
“I know. Which is why I want to ask you something…” Blaine breathed and got down on one knee, still holding the boy’s hand, “Kurt… You are my everything. I don’t want to wake up to someone who isn’t you. I don’t want to watch someone who isn’t you raise an eyebrow every time they read something interesting in the paper. I don’t want to watch Rachel’s shows, cry, laugh, or share everything with anyone who isn’t you. I want to hear your sarcastic comments, even if you’re mad at me. I want to be hugged, kissed, and loved by you forever. It’s your body I want next to mine, your fingers entwind in mine when we walk through the city as it snows, your breath on my neck when we dance. No-one else’s. I can’t stand to be apart from you. So, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Kurt couldn’t even breathe, let alone respond with something other than a short whimper and a fall into his boyfriend’s arms. Blaine stood up and held him against his chest. He nodded into Blaine shirt. Of course he wants to marry him, of course he does. Kurt kissed his, now fiancée, deeply and let the rhythm of the music guide their bodies.
I wanna see your face and know I made it home.
(Source: colfercriss)
