Marry You (Klaine)
Title: Marry You
Prompt: Proposal
Medium: fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Schmoop
Summary: Blaine always told Kurt this was coming. Kurt still wasn’t ready for it.
So in the third month of their freshman year in college, when Blaine told Kurt that he would probably propose to him in two and a half years, Kurt hadn’t really believed him. He actually laughed it off, thinking Blaine was joking. Marriage didn’t seem like an option to him yet, and he didn’t know if it would be three years from now.
So, on September 14, exactly sixty-five months* from when they first started dating (and thirty months to the day that Blaine told Kurt that he would propose), Kurt thought that Blaine was just taking him out on one of his amazing and elaborate dates.
They were not, in fact, on just a date. Though Kurt wouldn’t know this until some time later, but it really wasn’t just a date. It was going to be the date and the proposal.
~*~
Kurt came home to a quiet apartment. He could hear only the faintest of shuffles from the single bedroom, which was odd for this time of day. Usually Blaine would have gotten back from classes about an hour or so ago, and he always blasted whatever was on the radio through the apartment immediately, despite neighbors complaints.
It was cute really, if somebody was around to actually see him dance around the apartment while he cooked dinner.
The quiet, however, was a bit odd and a very unsettling, to say the least.
Kurt picked his way through the dark apartment towards the light coming from underneath their bedroom door, trying not to trip over Blaine’s hastily dropped books and misplaced laptop. Also out-of-place and strange; Blaine was generally careful with his things. He claimed he’d put way to many iPods through the washing machine, but Kurt was pretty sure there was a more malicious history behind his caution.
Right as Kurt reached for the handle of the door, narrowly missing stepping on one of those stupid hundred dollar calculators, it swung open to reveal his disheveled boyfriend.
“Hey,” Blaine said as he pushed his curly hair out of his face. “Didn’t realize what time it was, sorry. I got a bit caught up with my-” Kurt was pretty sure he wasn’t imaging the slight hesitation before Blaine said “-homework.”
“When all your books are out here?” he replied skeptically.
Blaine flushed and fidgeted with his shirt some more. Kurt didn’t know what to think.
“Let’s just go out to dinner, yeah?”
“…sure.”
~*~
They were seated right when that got to the restaurant. Kurt knew that they usually had to wait an hour at least.
Blaine had reservations. Kurt didn’t know when he found the time to make them or what to make of them in the first place either.
Their table was in the far edge of the restaurant, away from the bar and tucked close to the windows. The booth was dimly lit with a single shaded light, quiet and intimate. They slid into the curved booth tucked into the corner. They’d probably have to move to eat, but right now, both Kurt and Blaine were pretty content where they were.
Blaine offered a bottle of wine out to Kurt, softly asking if he would like some.
“Aren’t they supposed to take our order before they put any food or drink on the table?”
Blaine smiled and simply said, “Well, I might have had this specially arranged.”
“Really? I never would have guessed.” Kurt was always prepared to be sarcastic, but Blaine could see the sweet person behind it after all these years.
That was the person he wanted to marry. He wanted to marry Kurt, to be with him, to be together. Forever.
He couldn’t help it, he kissed Kurt. No matter if Kurt didn’t actually like PDA, still conditioned to be afraid of what would happen as a result after all these years. He would probably get mad at him afterward, but Blaine was sure that he would forgive him later.
At least he hoped he would. It would kind of suck if he made Kurt mad the day he planned to propose and then got turned down because of it.
They were, of course, interrupted by a perky “May I take your order?” and a bright blonde ponytail swishing out of the corner of Kurt’s eyes.
Kurt shifted and coughed, staring down at his lap once he realized they had been seen. Blaine looked unabashedly amused as he gave the waitress their order (“The Mezzaluna and a spaghetti, please. And take your time!” Kurt blushed and sputtered.).
“Oh, you two are just so cute! I’ll be back with your food in a jiffy!”
“You saw her coming didn’t you?” Blaine’s overly innocent but amused face was answer enough.
“Yeah, but she’s great, I promise.”
“You jerk! You know her? And that’s how you introduce me to your friends?”
“Don’t worry about it okay?” And despite his better judgment, Kurt let himself be pulled into another kiss. Well, he definitely wasn’t worrying about anything besides Blaine then.
The waitress might have taken her time or maybe she didn’t, but Kurt is only pulled out of the kiss again by the blonde’s giggling. This time neither of them had noticed her coming, however, and they only spring apart once they see the flash of a camera in their faces.
Kurt tries to smooth down his rumpled shirt as she titters and tells them to enjoy their food.
“Did she seriously just take a picture of us? How is that not creepy?”
“Maybe she had her reasons.” There Blaine goes being ambiguous again. Kurt was beginning to get suspicious that something really was up. “Let’s just eat.”
They fed each other bits and pieces of each other’s food. Kurt might have laughed embarrassingly loud when Blaine tried to reenact Lady & the Tramp with him and his spaghetti. It was wonderful and maybe even a little bit perfect.
After their entrées, they’re allowed only a few seconds before she swoops back in again to grab their plates and ask if they want any dessert.
“The chocolate cake would be wonderful.”
After their waitress had left, Kurt turned to Blaine and joked about Blaine trying to make him fat.
“Seriously, after all those carbs, you’re going to get me cake?
“Just wait for it, darlin’. Its going to be the best dessert you’ve ever had.”
“Well, that’s because it’s about six servings of pure chocolate and sugar covered in more chocolate and whip cream. I think anybody would love that kind of dessert.”
“We’ll see about that.” Blaine had a soft, secretive sort of smile on his face.
Kurt was getting progressively confused, wondering why Blaine had been acting so weird all night. It only got worse when a veritable gang of staff including their waitress gathered around their table as she set the dessert plate down in front of Kurt.
What Kurt didn’t expect was an complete cake that definitely wasn’t offered on the menu. Kurt swore that he could barely see over the tower of chocolate stacked onto the plate. It was decorated with some slightly darker accents and it was only when Kurt looked closer that he realized the icing was actually creating a single sentence:
Will You Marry Me?
He was pretty sure most people didn’t get full cakes saying that on their desserts.
Kurt turned towards Blaine to ask him if what he thought was going on was actually going on. He quickly realized he didn’t need to because he could immediately recognize the small, black, velvet box in Blaine’s hands.
Instead of saying something insightful like he had planned, Kurt could only quietly say “Blaine…?”
“Kurt.”
“This isn’t what I think it is, is it?”
“It depends on what you think this is.” Blaine laughs then visibly draws a breath before continuing. “Kurt, will you marry me?”
Kurt sits stunned for a moment, but that might be from all the photos their waitress is taking of them right now. He absently thinks that Blaine had to have put her up to this, especially looking back at his earlier comments.
“Kurt?” Blaine actually looks worried now. Possibly the most worried he’s been since Kurt had known him. Kurt didn’t want Blaine to be worried; he had to know he was going to say yes, right?
Realizing he had probably paused for too long, Kurt reached for Blaine’s hands. “Yes. Yes, Blaine, I’ll marry you. Of course I’ll marry you.” At that, their waitress/spy is going at it with her camera, but Kurt doesn’t mind it anymore; he thinks that he’ll probably want to remember this moment forever, too.
*assumes that both Blaine and Kurt are sophomores and that they started dating in their sophomore year of high school
Prompt: Proposal
Medium: fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Schmoop
Summary: Blaine always told Kurt this was coming. Kurt still wasn’t ready for it.
So in the third month of their freshman year in college, when Blaine told Kurt that he would probably propose to him in two and a half years, Kurt hadn’t really believed him. He actually laughed it off, thinking Blaine was joking. Marriage didn’t seem like an option to him yet, and he didn’t know if it would be three years from now.
So, on September 14, exactly sixty-five months* from when they first started dating (and thirty months to the day that Blaine told Kurt that he would propose), Kurt thought that Blaine was just taking him out on one of his amazing and elaborate dates.
They were not, in fact, on just a date. Though Kurt wouldn’t know this until some time later, but it really wasn’t just a date. It was going to be the date and the proposal.
~*~
Kurt came home to a quiet apartment. He could hear only the faintest of shuffles from the single bedroom, which was odd for this time of day. Usually Blaine would have gotten back from classes about an hour or so ago, and he always blasted whatever was on the radio through the apartment immediately, despite neighbors complaints.
It was cute really, if somebody was around to actually see him dance around the apartment while he cooked dinner.
The quiet, however, was a bit odd and a very unsettling, to say the least.
Kurt picked his way through the dark apartment towards the light coming from underneath their bedroom door, trying not to trip over Blaine’s hastily dropped books and misplaced laptop. Also out-of-place and strange; Blaine was generally careful with his things. He claimed he’d put way to many iPods through the washing machine, but Kurt was pretty sure there was a more malicious history behind his caution.
Right as Kurt reached for the handle of the door, narrowly missing stepping on one of those stupid hundred dollar calculators, it swung open to reveal his disheveled boyfriend.
“Hey,” Blaine said as he pushed his curly hair out of his face. “Didn’t realize what time it was, sorry. I got a bit caught up with my-” Kurt was pretty sure he wasn’t imaging the slight hesitation before Blaine said “-homework.”
“When all your books are out here?” he replied skeptically.
Blaine flushed and fidgeted with his shirt some more. Kurt didn’t know what to think.
“Let’s just go out to dinner, yeah?”
“…sure.”
~*~
They were seated right when that got to the restaurant. Kurt knew that they usually had to wait an hour at least.
Blaine had reservations. Kurt didn’t know when he found the time to make them or what to make of them in the first place either.
Their table was in the far edge of the restaurant, away from the bar and tucked close to the windows. The booth was dimly lit with a single shaded light, quiet and intimate. They slid into the curved booth tucked into the corner. They’d probably have to move to eat, but right now, both Kurt and Blaine were pretty content where they were.
Blaine offered a bottle of wine out to Kurt, softly asking if he would like some.
“Aren’t they supposed to take our order before they put any food or drink on the table?”
Blaine smiled and simply said, “Well, I might have had this specially arranged.”
“Really? I never would have guessed.” Kurt was always prepared to be sarcastic, but Blaine could see the sweet person behind it after all these years.
That was the person he wanted to marry. He wanted to marry Kurt, to be with him, to be together. Forever.
He couldn’t help it, he kissed Kurt. No matter if Kurt didn’t actually like PDA, still conditioned to be afraid of what would happen as a result after all these years. He would probably get mad at him afterward, but Blaine was sure that he would forgive him later.
At least he hoped he would. It would kind of suck if he made Kurt mad the day he planned to propose and then got turned down because of it.
They were, of course, interrupted by a perky “May I take your order?” and a bright blonde ponytail swishing out of the corner of Kurt’s eyes.
Kurt shifted and coughed, staring down at his lap once he realized they had been seen. Blaine looked unabashedly amused as he gave the waitress their order (“The Mezzaluna and a spaghetti, please. And take your time!” Kurt blushed and sputtered.).
“Oh, you two are just so cute! I’ll be back with your food in a jiffy!”
“You saw her coming didn’t you?” Blaine’s overly innocent but amused face was answer enough.
“Yeah, but she’s great, I promise.”
“You jerk! You know her? And that’s how you introduce me to your friends?”
“Don’t worry about it okay?” And despite his better judgment, Kurt let himself be pulled into another kiss. Well, he definitely wasn’t worrying about anything besides Blaine then.
The waitress might have taken her time or maybe she didn’t, but Kurt is only pulled out of the kiss again by the blonde’s giggling. This time neither of them had noticed her coming, however, and they only spring apart once they see the flash of a camera in their faces.
Kurt tries to smooth down his rumpled shirt as she titters and tells them to enjoy their food.
“Did she seriously just take a picture of us? How is that not creepy?”
“Maybe she had her reasons.” There Blaine goes being ambiguous again. Kurt was beginning to get suspicious that something really was up. “Let’s just eat.”
They fed each other bits and pieces of each other’s food. Kurt might have laughed embarrassingly loud when Blaine tried to reenact Lady & the Tramp with him and his spaghetti. It was wonderful and maybe even a little bit perfect.
After their entrées, they’re allowed only a few seconds before she swoops back in again to grab their plates and ask if they want any dessert.
“The chocolate cake would be wonderful.”
After their waitress had left, Kurt turned to Blaine and joked about Blaine trying to make him fat.
“Seriously, after all those carbs, you’re going to get me cake?
“Just wait for it, darlin’. Its going to be the best dessert you’ve ever had.”
“Well, that’s because it’s about six servings of pure chocolate and sugar covered in more chocolate and whip cream. I think anybody would love that kind of dessert.”
“We’ll see about that.” Blaine had a soft, secretive sort of smile on his face.
Kurt was getting progressively confused, wondering why Blaine had been acting so weird all night. It only got worse when a veritable gang of staff including their waitress gathered around their table as she set the dessert plate down in front of Kurt.
What Kurt didn’t expect was an complete cake that definitely wasn’t offered on the menu. Kurt swore that he could barely see over the tower of chocolate stacked onto the plate. It was decorated with some slightly darker accents and it was only when Kurt looked closer that he realized the icing was actually creating a single sentence:
Will You Marry Me?
He was pretty sure most people didn’t get full cakes saying that on their desserts.
Kurt turned towards Blaine to ask him if what he thought was going on was actually going on. He quickly realized he didn’t need to because he could immediately recognize the small, black, velvet box in Blaine’s hands.
Instead of saying something insightful like he had planned, Kurt could only quietly say “Blaine…?”
“Kurt.”
“This isn’t what I think it is, is it?”
“It depends on what you think this is.” Blaine laughs then visibly draws a breath before continuing. “Kurt, will you marry me?”
Kurt sits stunned for a moment, but that might be from all the photos their waitress is taking of them right now. He absently thinks that Blaine had to have put her up to this, especially looking back at his earlier comments.
“Kurt?” Blaine actually looks worried now. Possibly the most worried he’s been since Kurt had known him. Kurt didn’t want Blaine to be worried; he had to know he was going to say yes, right?
Realizing he had probably paused for too long, Kurt reached for Blaine’s hands. “Yes. Yes, Blaine, I’ll marry you. Of course I’ll marry you.” At that, their waitress/spy is going at it with her camera, but Kurt doesn’t mind it anymore; he thinks that he’ll probably want to remember this moment forever, too.
*assumes that both Blaine and Kurt are sophomores and that they started dating in their sophomore year of high school