Proposal!
KURTBASTIAN WEEK: DAY 4: PROPOSAL!
Kurt had many a dream about how he was going to be proposed too, and he voiced them frequently and more often in the past three months than Sebastian Smythe knew what to do with.
But he knew one thing was certain. Kurt had a type. His dreams were filled with an audience, in a spectacular place, with a spectacular grand gesture.
Sebastian Smythe had never been poor or middle class, his family coming from a long line of money and it was surely not stopping at Sebastian. Sebastian currently worked for the American Ballet Company, teaching and producing modern ballets, such as Rock On! and When A Good Man Dies, A Young Love Yearns.
Kurt, of course had hit Broadway, was a big star, but his high point had come and gone years ago. They lived in a nice condo in New York City, alone except for their two dogs Maxwell and Theodore, named aptly after the main characters in Sebastian’s ballets.
Sebastian planned everything carefully, he did it so well it looked like he’d done nothing at all. Everyone was there, the mood was set, and as Kurt walked in, tired Sebastian scooted over on the couch for his lover to fall onto it, plopping his feet in Sebastian’s lap.
“I can’t believe her! She just… Pushed me off stage! How ridiculous is that?!” He asked and Sebastian just nodded along with what his lover said. He smiled and kissed his big toe after pulling off his shoes and socks.
Kurt crinkled his nose but looked away. “Have you just been sitting here all day?”
Sebastian looked up at him and shrugged. “It’s possible I took a sick day.”
“What? Sebastian! I missed two shows this month, we’ll be short on rent and- Nevermind Mr. Moneybags, we’ll tap into your family account, a few hundred is nothing from that dime bank! Hell we’ll hire a maid to clean up this mess!” He said, standing to start cleaning.
Sebastian stood following him in silence, letting his lover rant on and on, but a small smile remained on Sebastian’s lips as he said “Marry me.”
“-And you never unload the dishwash-- What?”
“Marry me.”
“Are you seriously proposing to me when my hands are full with…” Kurt looked at the items in his hands and his mouth opened. He’d been picking up vacation pamphlets with honeymoon themes.
Kurt’s eyes widened and Sebastian grinned. “Marry me, Kurt Hummel. I promise to be the most consistant thing in your life. I promise to massage your feet when you come home, I promise to tune you out, but at the same time remember everything you said so when you ask me if I was listening… I can prove it. I promise to NEVER unload the dishwasher, although I fill it. I promise to take sick days when I plan to have a few more with my lover.” He said and smiled. “I promise… To be the guy you fell in love with 9 years ago at Rachel Berry’s party.”
Kurt just watched him and looked at the pamphlets again. “I… I don’t… I.. yes.” He said and smiled. “Yes. Of course… I’ll marry you.”
Sebastian grinned and nodded. “Great, now… Help me pick out the perfect engagement ring and plan my proposal… Because no matter what I did… Kurt, what you have, your dreams… They should come true. So let’s plan this fucker like it’s our wedding.”
Kurt grinned and pulled him close, kissing him hard, his arms going around him. “This… This is what I wanted. I wanted you.” He whispered and Sebastian’s arms wrapped around him quickly.
Kurt pulled away, flushed. “How’s Paris sound? Because if you’re going to propose the pictures have to be iconic! You know how you don’t photograph well!” Sebastian smiled and nodded. “Whatever you want.” He whispered and kissed his lover again, because in that moment Sebastian knew it’s what Kurt truly wanted.