fic: wear out the words 'i love you'
Title: Wear Out The Words 'I Love You'
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 2954
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song Marry Me by Train
Summary: Kurt and Blaine are 24 years old and living in New York. It took them some time to get there, but they made it. Blaine knows he'll love Kurt forever, so now he just needs to finalize it.
Warnings: Fluff. So much damn fluff it'll rot your teeth. and Future!fic, as if the summary didn't entail that
A/N: This is by far the fluffiest thing I have ever written. I blame the song. It came up on iTunes and next thing I knew, I had a mental image of Blaine playing it on his guitar early in the morning. I told my friend about my mental image and she told me to write it as a drabble...next thing I know it's 3 hours later and it's this huge, fluffy, fic!monster. Not beta'd, so if you spot any mistakes, please let me know.
Also, I played the song on loop along with a Rain generator, because rain makes writing so much easier for me. I suggest listening to it at the same time as the song towards the end to get the full effect.
He didn’t know what woke him up, all that Kurt Hummel knew was that it was barely 6 in the morning and the other side of the bed was empty.
God, please tell me he went on a coffee run. Please please please he thought to himself as he turned over, squeezing his eyes shut and burrowing deeper into his pillow as shafts of early morning sunlight filtered through the blinds.
Kurt and Blaine were 24 and had been living together in New York for almost two years. They graduated high school and decided to go to college in Ohio, living in a crappy little apartment and both going to State. They both had dreams, big ones, and those dreams, for the most part, centered in New York.
But instead of just rushing off right after high school, they did it the practical way.
When Kurt and Blaine were 18, they got a small apartment 10 minutes from OSU and got jobs wherever they could, slowly saving up their money. Holidays were spent at the Hummel-Hudson house, and even though they had hectic schedules, they made it work.
Life was good. Actually, life was great.
Going to college was an entirely new experience to Kurt, so far beyond what he could ever hope for. He could meet up with Blaine and walk around the campus hand-in-hand without worry about being judged or hurt. He could have Blaine hug him from behind and kiss him in front of a crowd of people and no one would bat an eye.
Kurt would even go as far as to say that life was almost perfect.
When Kurt and Blaine were 22 and graduating -Kurt with a degree in acting and Blaine in music-they decided they were ready and set out to New York.
Their first apartment was even more craptastic than their one in Lima, and they practically lived off of Chinese and pizza, but like always, they made it work.
When Kurt and Blaine turned 23, they found the perfect apartment in Manhattan. They practically took it before the previous owner could get halfway through the tour.
The bedroom was almost as big as their last apartment was all together and living room’s window faced the New York Skyline.
Soon enough, they had the apartment full of their things. The TV they had was lined by bookshelves on either side of the wall and various pictures were scattered around the place.
Pictures of them at Dalton and their friends in the Warblers, pictures of the New Directions, of family members, holidays, candids, and tons of just them.
It was home.
Kurt was constantly auditioning for musicals, and when he wasn’t going out for roles, he was part-timing at a small studio a few blocks from where they lived helping kids and teens with acting, dancing and singing.
Blaine took a job as a TA in an advanced music class, going in three times a week to help out however he could.
It wasn’t what they went there to do, but they would be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy it.
Kurt was about to fall back asleep again when he heard it, the noises that woke him up in the first place.
It was quiet, so quiet Kurt had to strain to hear it, but it was there.
He smiled faintly as he pushed the blankets off of him sat up, getting out of bed slowly. He was wearing his favorite silk pajama pants one of Blaine’s old OSU t-shirts (Blaine had a thing with Kurt wearing his clothes -and okay Kurt did too-) and he slowly trudged out of the room, careful to walk quietly down the hall and towards the source of the noise.
When Kurt got to the living room he saw him.
Over the years, Kurt joked that Blaine lost his dapperness after high school. He now wore his glasses a lot, like he was right now, and rarely gelled his hair (which is something Kurt was still oh so thankful for). He traded his school uniform for jeans and hoodies -lots and lots of hoodies-and would always go a few days without shaving.
Blaine was sitting on the couch facing the window, head bent over his guitar and strumming quietly, bare feet taping along to the beat on the hardwood floor. He wore sweatpants that were just a bit too long so they almost covered his feet and an old worn blue t-shirt, his favorite gray hoodie on top.
His hair was a mess, curls flying everywhere, and his glasses were halfway down his nose. And after almost eight years together, Kurt’s heart still fluttered in his chest when he saw him.
Suddenly the noises changed, the mindless strumming becoming the opening chords of a song.
“Forever could never be long enough for me.”
Kurt’s throat went dry. He knew the song. He loved the song.
Kurt Hummel was pretty sure he just fell even more in love with Blaine Anderson, if that was at all possible.
“Marry me, today and every day. Marry me, if I ever get the nerve to say hello in this café. Say you will, mmm, say you will…” Blaine suddenly stopped singing, fingers splayed along the strings to stop the music completely before putting the guitar down, leaning it up against the side of the couch.
He groaned and dropped his head in his hands. Kurt was pretty sure he heard the word ‘stupid’ at some point and decided to make his presence known.
“Blaine?”
The other boy jumped as head shot up, twisting quickly on the couch.
“Kurt! Wh-what are doing up? It’s like…6am.”
Kurt pushed off the wall he was leaning on with his shoulder and walked across the room towards the couch, “Actually, it’s almost 6:30. And I couldn’t sleep anymore,” He replied with a small shrug before dropping onto the couch, curling up on the cushion next to Blaine.
“What were you doing? I mean, like you said, it is ridiculously early.”
Blaine glanced to the guitar next to him and ran a hand through his hair, “I um…I couldn’t sleep, so instead of just tossing and turning I came out here. Thought maybe I’d get some music done.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow and forced himself not to smirk.
“Oh? And by ‘music’ you mean Train? Almost 10 years later and you’re still obsessed…least it wasn’t Hey, Soul Sister again.”
“Hey, that’s a great song and-” Blaine suddenly stopped, eyes widening minutely. “Um…Kurt? H-how long were you um…how long were you standing there?”
If Kurt didn’t know any better, he’d swear that something close to fear flashed through Blaine’s eyes.
Again, he just shrugged, “Long enough to hear you start and abruptly finish one of my favorite songs. Oh, and for you to call yourself stupid, which, babe, that’s old news.”
Blaine suddenly had his face back in his hands and was groaning again.
Kurt’s face scrunched in confusion and he reached out, placing his hand on one of Blaine’s, “Blaine? Hon, you know I was kidding right? You’re not stupid, you’re-”
He was cut off by Blaine standing up, pacing in front of the couch a few times before coming to stop next to one of the bookshelves.
“Blaine?”
“This is so not how I pictured this going.”
“Blaine, what-”
Kurt saw Blaine rummaging around the books for a few moments before turning back around. Kurt noticed the slight tremors in Blaine’s hands and a shot of fear coursed through his body.
“Blaine?” Kurt asked again, voice shaky as Blaine sat next to him, turning their bodies to face each other, grasping both of Kurt’s hands in his.
“Kurt…the day I met you, you were so…so scared. And you needed help. I knew how you felt because I was in that exact same position. But I didn’t have someone there to help me. I decided to be that for you, and you let me. I got caught up in you so quickly after that. And even though it took us a while, we finally…we finally got there, ya know? I set out to help you and instead you helped me. You helped me so much and I could never thank you enough for that. And for the past 8 years, you’ve been the most important thing in my life.”
Kurt was biting his lip as he looked Blaine in the eye. Blaine was struggling with what he wanted to say, but there was determination there, Kurt saw it clearly.
“So many people said we wouldn’t last, that it was just a high school thing. That we were crazy to move away from home together, to wrap ourselves so tightly around each other that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. But we didn’t care, because we knew they were wrong and I…”
“Blaine…-”
Blaine shook his head and held Kurt’s hands tighter in his.
“No, just…let me get this out, please.”
Kurt nodded, rubbing his thumb soothingly on the side of Blaine’s hand.
“Kurt...I love you. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. I don’t even know what I’d do if I didn’t have you with me and…and I can’t even picture my life without you in it. I don’t want to think about my life without you in it. Ever.”
Kurt nodded shakily, tears beginning to pool in his eyes.
“You’re so important to me and I know that a day will never go by in my life that I don’t think about you and that I don’t love you.
“Kurt…w-what I’m trying to get at here is that…I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want all of it. I want to grow old with you know until the day that I die that I’m yours and you’re mine.”
Kurt was crying freely now, and tears were gathering in Blaine’s eyes but he didn’t let them fall.
He let go of Kurt’s hands and suddenly Blaine was off the couch and on his knees on the floor, turning Kurt with him.
Blaine dug into the pocket of his hoodie before bringing his hand up, revealing and small platinum band, “Kurt Hummel, I swear to love you every single day of the rest of our lives and I want…would…Kurt, will you marry me?”
Blaine’s hands were shaking but Kurt’s heart was racing and his vocal cords seemed to have disappeared on him. His brain was shouting Yes. Yes yes yes YES and he opened his mouth but no words came out.
He resorted to shaking his head like an idiot, a shaky, broken “yes” spilling out of mouth.
“Yes?” Blaine asked, a single tear falling from his left eye.
Kurt finally got control of his voice again, thank the lord. “Yes. God, yes.” Kurt said quietly and suddenly Blaine was on him, pushing him back into the couch cushions and claiming Kurt’s mouth with his.
Their tears mingled together as Kurt clutched Blaine closely to him, both of them grinning into the kiss.
They broke away panting and Blaine reached back to grab Kurt’s left hand in his, looking up into Kurt’s eyes for a moment before he slid the ring onto Kurt’s finger.
A small sob escaped from Kurt’s throat and Blaine looked up again.
“Kurt?” Blaine asked, but Kurt just shook his head, moving forward and kissing Blaine again before throwing his arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.
“I love you so much.” Kurt whispered.
Blaine gripped him back just as tightly, squeezing his eyes shut, letting a few more tears fall.
They spent most of the day like that, in their pajamas and tangled together on the couch watching random movies. Every so often Blaine would start to subconsciously play with the ring on Kurt’s finger or bring Kurt’s hand up to his face to kiss it, and Kurt would have to fight to keep the grin off of his face.
They ordered food for dinner and after, as it started to rain, they opened the windows and lit dozens of candles around the room.
Kurt was kind of falling in love with the way the light glinted off of the metal around his finger.
“Hey Blaine?” Kurt asked quietly, tilting his head up to look at his boyfriend, no wait, fiancé (And holy shit how was one word so thrilling and terrifying at the same time?).
“Hmm?” Blaine asked, looking down and tightening his hold around Kurt’s waist minutely.
“Can you…will you play me the song?”
Blaine raised an eyebrow and huffed out a laugh, “Really?”
Kurt nodded, a smile forming on his face. Blaine said the way he proposed (again, another one of those words that both scared the shit out of him but was one of the best things ever) wasn’t how he wanted it to go. So Kurt assumed the song had something to do with the original plan.
“Please?” Kurt asked, grinning now.
Blaine rolled his eyes and sighed but then gently pushed Kurt off of him and reached down on the floor for his guitar.
Blaine sat against the arm of the couch, crossing his legs under him and facing Kurt, starting to strum a few random cords, “Okay so…my original plan had us going to dinner and maybe going on a walk or something, and then we’d come back here and…and well, I didn’t really think that far in advance, but it included the song, so…”
It was now Kurt’s turn to roll his eyes, but he stayed silent as Blaine continued to strum for a few moments, the only other noises in the room were the sound of their breathing and the rain outside.
Forever can never be long enough for me
to feel like I've had long enough with you.
Forget the world now, we won't let them see
but there’s one thing left to do.
Now that the weight has lifted,
love has surely shifted my way.
Blaine looked up from the guitar in his lap to Kurt, the candles playing shadows across his face as he continued to strum quietly.
Marry me,
today and every day.
Marry me,
if I ever get the nerve to say ‘hello’ in this café.
Say you will,
mm-hmm.
Say you will,
mm-hmm.
Kurt’s fingers played with the frayed hem of his t-shirt, eyes glued to Blaine’s as he continued to sing to him. Blaine had sung to Kurt at least a million times since they’ve been together. And Kurt loved it each and every time.
But this was different.
Even though Blaine’s voice stayed quiet, Kurt felt like the music was coursing through his bones, seeping into his bloodstream, becoming a part of him.
Together can never be close enough for me,
to feel like I am close enough to you.
You wear white and I'll wear out the words ‘I love you,’
“And you're beautiful.” Blaine spoke the line instead of singing it, and Kurt bit his lip again as he felt a few stray tears fall down his face.
Now that the wait is over,
and love and has finally shown you my way.
Marry me,
today and every day.
Marry me,
if I ever get the nerve to say ‘hello’ in this café.
Say you will,
mm-hmm.
Say you will,
mm-hmm.
Kurt couldn’t help himself; he sniffed quietly before clearing his throat and joining Blaine, their voices mingling together quietly,
Promise me,
you'll always be,
happy by my side.
I promise to,
sing to you,
when all the music dies.
And marry me,
today and every day.
Marry me,
if I ever get the nerve to say ‘hello’ in this café.
Say you will,
mm-hmm.
Say you will,
marry me.
Mm-hmm.
Blaine put down the guitar and they both leaned forward to kiss gently, Blaine’s hand coming up to rest on Kurt’s neck, his thumb stroking Kurt’s cheek.
“Thank you.” Kurt mumbled against Blaine’s lips.
Blaine broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Kurt’s, smiling.
“For the song?”
Kurt shook his head, pulling away and taking one of Blaine’s hands in both of his “No. Well, yes, but…just…thank you. Thank you for being you and being the guy I fell in love with eight years ago and…being the guy that I fall in love with all over again every single day.”
Blaine smiled at him and raised his hand to push a stray strand of Kurt’s hair up and away from his face, “Thank you for letting me love you.”
Kurt returned the smile before resuming his previous position of lying in the vee of Blaine’s legs, using his chest as a pillow as Blaine wrapped his arms around him.
“Oh, and also,” Kurt began, thumbing the ring on his finger and spinning it, “It was perfect. You proposing…I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”
Blaine rolled his eyes but leaned down and kissed Kurt’s temple, “Please. You’re telling me you always dreamed of being proposed to before 7am in ratty pajamas and having your future betrothed be a bumbling mess?”
Kurt smacked Blaine on the chest, making him snort out a laugh, but Kurt just sighed, “No, you idiot. But I got the guy I’m crazy about, and who’s crazy enough to love me back. And well,” Kurt shrugged, reaching down to twine his hand with one of Blaine’s, “What else could I want?”
Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes seeing nothing but sincerity and he smiled gently before closing the small gap between them and kissing Kurt again.
Kurt and Blaine were 24, in love, engaged, and life? Well, it really was perfect.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 2954
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song Marry Me by Train
Summary: Kurt and Blaine are 24 years old and living in New York. It took them some time to get there, but they made it. Blaine knows he'll love Kurt forever, so now he just needs to finalize it.
Warnings: Fluff. So much damn fluff it'll rot your teeth. and Future!fic, as if the summary didn't entail that
A/N: This is by far the fluffiest thing I have ever written. I blame the song. It came up on iTunes and next thing I knew, I had a mental image of Blaine playing it on his guitar early in the morning. I told my friend about my mental image and she told me to write it as a drabble...next thing I know it's 3 hours later and it's this huge, fluffy, fic!monster. Not beta'd, so if you spot any mistakes, please let me know.
Also, I played the song on loop along with a Rain generator, because rain makes writing so much easier for me. I suggest listening to it at the same time as the song towards the end to get the full effect.
He didn’t know what woke him up, all that Kurt Hummel knew was that it was barely 6 in the morning and the other side of the bed was empty.
God, please tell me he went on a coffee run. Please please please he thought to himself as he turned over, squeezing his eyes shut and burrowing deeper into his pillow as shafts of early morning sunlight filtered through the blinds.
Kurt and Blaine were 24 and had been living together in New York for almost two years. They graduated high school and decided to go to college in Ohio, living in a crappy little apartment and both going to State. They both had dreams, big ones, and those dreams, for the most part, centered in New York.
But instead of just rushing off right after high school, they did it the practical way.
When Kurt and Blaine were 18, they got a small apartment 10 minutes from OSU and got jobs wherever they could, slowly saving up their money. Holidays were spent at the Hummel-Hudson house, and even though they had hectic schedules, they made it work.
Life was good. Actually, life was great.
Going to college was an entirely new experience to Kurt, so far beyond what he could ever hope for. He could meet up with Blaine and walk around the campus hand-in-hand without worry about being judged or hurt. He could have Blaine hug him from behind and kiss him in front of a crowd of people and no one would bat an eye.
Kurt would even go as far as to say that life was almost perfect.
When Kurt and Blaine were 22 and graduating -Kurt with a degree in acting and Blaine in music-they decided they were ready and set out to New York.
Their first apartment was even more craptastic than their one in Lima, and they practically lived off of Chinese and pizza, but like always, they made it work.
When Kurt and Blaine turned 23, they found the perfect apartment in Manhattan. They practically took it before the previous owner could get halfway through the tour.
The bedroom was almost as big as their last apartment was all together and living room’s window faced the New York Skyline.
Soon enough, they had the apartment full of their things. The TV they had was lined by bookshelves on either side of the wall and various pictures were scattered around the place.
Pictures of them at Dalton and their friends in the Warblers, pictures of the New Directions, of family members, holidays, candids, and tons of just them.
It was home.
Kurt was constantly auditioning for musicals, and when he wasn’t going out for roles, he was part-timing at a small studio a few blocks from where they lived helping kids and teens with acting, dancing and singing.
Blaine took a job as a TA in an advanced music class, going in three times a week to help out however he could.
It wasn’t what they went there to do, but they would be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy it.
Kurt was about to fall back asleep again when he heard it, the noises that woke him up in the first place.
It was quiet, so quiet Kurt had to strain to hear it, but it was there.
He smiled faintly as he pushed the blankets off of him sat up, getting out of bed slowly. He was wearing his favorite silk pajama pants one of Blaine’s old OSU t-shirts (Blaine had a thing with Kurt wearing his clothes -and okay Kurt did too-) and he slowly trudged out of the room, careful to walk quietly down the hall and towards the source of the noise.
When Kurt got to the living room he saw him.
Over the years, Kurt joked that Blaine lost his dapperness after high school. He now wore his glasses a lot, like he was right now, and rarely gelled his hair (which is something Kurt was still oh so thankful for). He traded his school uniform for jeans and hoodies -lots and lots of hoodies-and would always go a few days without shaving.
Blaine was sitting on the couch facing the window, head bent over his guitar and strumming quietly, bare feet taping along to the beat on the hardwood floor. He wore sweatpants that were just a bit too long so they almost covered his feet and an old worn blue t-shirt, his favorite gray hoodie on top.
His hair was a mess, curls flying everywhere, and his glasses were halfway down his nose. And after almost eight years together, Kurt’s heart still fluttered in his chest when he saw him.
Suddenly the noises changed, the mindless strumming becoming the opening chords of a song.
“Forever could never be long enough for me.”
Kurt’s throat went dry. He knew the song. He loved the song.
Kurt Hummel was pretty sure he just fell even more in love with Blaine Anderson, if that was at all possible.
“Marry me, today and every day. Marry me, if I ever get the nerve to say hello in this café. Say you will, mmm, say you will…” Blaine suddenly stopped singing, fingers splayed along the strings to stop the music completely before putting the guitar down, leaning it up against the side of the couch.
He groaned and dropped his head in his hands. Kurt was pretty sure he heard the word ‘stupid’ at some point and decided to make his presence known.
“Blaine?”
The other boy jumped as head shot up, twisting quickly on the couch.
“Kurt! Wh-what are doing up? It’s like…6am.”
Kurt pushed off the wall he was leaning on with his shoulder and walked across the room towards the couch, “Actually, it’s almost 6:30. And I couldn’t sleep anymore,” He replied with a small shrug before dropping onto the couch, curling up on the cushion next to Blaine.
“What were you doing? I mean, like you said, it is ridiculously early.”
Blaine glanced to the guitar next to him and ran a hand through his hair, “I um…I couldn’t sleep, so instead of just tossing and turning I came out here. Thought maybe I’d get some music done.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow and forced himself not to smirk.
“Oh? And by ‘music’ you mean Train? Almost 10 years later and you’re still obsessed…least it wasn’t Hey, Soul Sister again.”
“Hey, that’s a great song and-” Blaine suddenly stopped, eyes widening minutely. “Um…Kurt? H-how long were you um…how long were you standing there?”
If Kurt didn’t know any better, he’d swear that something close to fear flashed through Blaine’s eyes.
Again, he just shrugged, “Long enough to hear you start and abruptly finish one of my favorite songs. Oh, and for you to call yourself stupid, which, babe, that’s old news.”
Blaine suddenly had his face back in his hands and was groaning again.
Kurt’s face scrunched in confusion and he reached out, placing his hand on one of Blaine’s, “Blaine? Hon, you know I was kidding right? You’re not stupid, you’re-”
He was cut off by Blaine standing up, pacing in front of the couch a few times before coming to stop next to one of the bookshelves.
“Blaine?”
“This is so not how I pictured this going.”
“Blaine, what-”
Kurt saw Blaine rummaging around the books for a few moments before turning back around. Kurt noticed the slight tremors in Blaine’s hands and a shot of fear coursed through his body.
“Blaine?” Kurt asked again, voice shaky as Blaine sat next to him, turning their bodies to face each other, grasping both of Kurt’s hands in his.
“Kurt…the day I met you, you were so…so scared. And you needed help. I knew how you felt because I was in that exact same position. But I didn’t have someone there to help me. I decided to be that for you, and you let me. I got caught up in you so quickly after that. And even though it took us a while, we finally…we finally got there, ya know? I set out to help you and instead you helped me. You helped me so much and I could never thank you enough for that. And for the past 8 years, you’ve been the most important thing in my life.”
Kurt was biting his lip as he looked Blaine in the eye. Blaine was struggling with what he wanted to say, but there was determination there, Kurt saw it clearly.
“So many people said we wouldn’t last, that it was just a high school thing. That we were crazy to move away from home together, to wrap ourselves so tightly around each other that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. But we didn’t care, because we knew they were wrong and I…”
“Blaine…-”
Blaine shook his head and held Kurt’s hands tighter in his.
“No, just…let me get this out, please.”
Kurt nodded, rubbing his thumb soothingly on the side of Blaine’s hand.
“Kurt...I love you. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. I don’t even know what I’d do if I didn’t have you with me and…and I can’t even picture my life without you in it. I don’t want to think about my life without you in it. Ever.”
Kurt nodded shakily, tears beginning to pool in his eyes.
“You’re so important to me and I know that a day will never go by in my life that I don’t think about you and that I don’t love you.
“Kurt…w-what I’m trying to get at here is that…I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want all of it. I want to grow old with you know until the day that I die that I’m yours and you’re mine.”
Kurt was crying freely now, and tears were gathering in Blaine’s eyes but he didn’t let them fall.
He let go of Kurt’s hands and suddenly Blaine was off the couch and on his knees on the floor, turning Kurt with him.
Blaine dug into the pocket of his hoodie before bringing his hand up, revealing and small platinum band, “Kurt Hummel, I swear to love you every single day of the rest of our lives and I want…would…Kurt, will you marry me?”
Blaine’s hands were shaking but Kurt’s heart was racing and his vocal cords seemed to have disappeared on him. His brain was shouting Yes. Yes yes yes YES and he opened his mouth but no words came out.
He resorted to shaking his head like an idiot, a shaky, broken “yes” spilling out of mouth.
“Yes?” Blaine asked, a single tear falling from his left eye.
Kurt finally got control of his voice again, thank the lord. “Yes. God, yes.” Kurt said quietly and suddenly Blaine was on him, pushing him back into the couch cushions and claiming Kurt’s mouth with his.
Their tears mingled together as Kurt clutched Blaine closely to him, both of them grinning into the kiss.
They broke away panting and Blaine reached back to grab Kurt’s left hand in his, looking up into Kurt’s eyes for a moment before he slid the ring onto Kurt’s finger.
A small sob escaped from Kurt’s throat and Blaine looked up again.
“Kurt?” Blaine asked, but Kurt just shook his head, moving forward and kissing Blaine again before throwing his arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.
“I love you so much.” Kurt whispered.
Blaine gripped him back just as tightly, squeezing his eyes shut, letting a few more tears fall.
They spent most of the day like that, in their pajamas and tangled together on the couch watching random movies. Every so often Blaine would start to subconsciously play with the ring on Kurt’s finger or bring Kurt’s hand up to his face to kiss it, and Kurt would have to fight to keep the grin off of his face.
They ordered food for dinner and after, as it started to rain, they opened the windows and lit dozens of candles around the room.
Kurt was kind of falling in love with the way the light glinted off of the metal around his finger.
“Hey Blaine?” Kurt asked quietly, tilting his head up to look at his boyfriend, no wait, fiancé (And holy shit how was one word so thrilling and terrifying at the same time?).
“Hmm?” Blaine asked, looking down and tightening his hold around Kurt’s waist minutely.
“Can you…will you play me the song?”
Blaine raised an eyebrow and huffed out a laugh, “Really?”
Kurt nodded, a smile forming on his face. Blaine said the way he proposed (again, another one of those words that both scared the shit out of him but was one of the best things ever) wasn’t how he wanted it to go. So Kurt assumed the song had something to do with the original plan.
“Please?” Kurt asked, grinning now.
Blaine rolled his eyes and sighed but then gently pushed Kurt off of him and reached down on the floor for his guitar.
Blaine sat against the arm of the couch, crossing his legs under him and facing Kurt, starting to strum a few random cords, “Okay so…my original plan had us going to dinner and maybe going on a walk or something, and then we’d come back here and…and well, I didn’t really think that far in advance, but it included the song, so…”
It was now Kurt’s turn to roll his eyes, but he stayed silent as Blaine continued to strum for a few moments, the only other noises in the room were the sound of their breathing and the rain outside.
Forever can never be long enough for me
to feel like I've had long enough with you.
Forget the world now, we won't let them see
but there’s one thing left to do.
Now that the weight has lifted,
love has surely shifted my way.
Blaine looked up from the guitar in his lap to Kurt, the candles playing shadows across his face as he continued to strum quietly.
Marry me,
today and every day.
Marry me,
if I ever get the nerve to say ‘hello’ in this café.
Say you will,
mm-hmm.
Say you will,
mm-hmm.
Kurt’s fingers played with the frayed hem of his t-shirt, eyes glued to Blaine’s as he continued to sing to him. Blaine had sung to Kurt at least a million times since they’ve been together. And Kurt loved it each and every time.
But this was different.
Even though Blaine’s voice stayed quiet, Kurt felt like the music was coursing through his bones, seeping into his bloodstream, becoming a part of him.
Together can never be close enough for me,
to feel like I am close enough to you.
You wear white and I'll wear out the words ‘I love you,’
“And you're beautiful.” Blaine spoke the line instead of singing it, and Kurt bit his lip again as he felt a few stray tears fall down his face.
Now that the wait is over,
and love and has finally shown you my way.
Marry me,
today and every day.
Marry me,
if I ever get the nerve to say ‘hello’ in this café.
Say you will,
mm-hmm.
Say you will,
mm-hmm.
Kurt couldn’t help himself; he sniffed quietly before clearing his throat and joining Blaine, their voices mingling together quietly,
Promise me,
you'll always be,
happy by my side.
I promise to,
sing to you,
when all the music dies.
And marry me,
today and every day.
Marry me,
if I ever get the nerve to say ‘hello’ in this café.
Say you will,
mm-hmm.
Say you will,
marry me.
Mm-hmm.
Blaine put down the guitar and they both leaned forward to kiss gently, Blaine’s hand coming up to rest on Kurt’s neck, his thumb stroking Kurt’s cheek.
“Thank you.” Kurt mumbled against Blaine’s lips.
Blaine broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Kurt’s, smiling.
“For the song?”
Kurt shook his head, pulling away and taking one of Blaine’s hands in both of his “No. Well, yes, but…just…thank you. Thank you for being you and being the guy I fell in love with eight years ago and…being the guy that I fall in love with all over again every single day.”
Blaine smiled at him and raised his hand to push a stray strand of Kurt’s hair up and away from his face, “Thank you for letting me love you.”
Kurt returned the smile before resuming his previous position of lying in the vee of Blaine’s legs, using his chest as a pillow as Blaine wrapped his arms around him.
“Oh, and also,” Kurt began, thumbing the ring on his finger and spinning it, “It was perfect. You proposing…I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”
Blaine rolled his eyes but leaned down and kissed Kurt’s temple, “Please. You’re telling me you always dreamed of being proposed to before 7am in ratty pajamas and having your future betrothed be a bumbling mess?”
Kurt smacked Blaine on the chest, making him snort out a laugh, but Kurt just sighed, “No, you idiot. But I got the guy I’m crazy about, and who’s crazy enough to love me back. And well,” Kurt shrugged, reaching down to twine his hand with one of Blaine’s, “What else could I want?”
Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes seeing nothing but sincerity and he smiled gently before closing the small gap between them and kissing Kurt again.
Kurt and Blaine were 24, in love, engaged, and life? Well, it really was perfect.