Kurt had hit his last month of pregnancy, and the 36 week pregnant man was feeling the weight of carrying around an almost full sized baby. He had finished work until August and was sitting with Rachel on the morning of Valentine's Day.

"Doing anything on this Valentine's Day?" The diva asked.

"Nothing," Kurt responded. "I mean what can a man who is about to pop do on a day for couples; besides eat a lot of cake."

"I guess," Rachel pondered. "Maybe you and Blaine could do something –as friends of course."

"Blaine wouldn't let me out of the loft, even with him," Kurt laughed. "You know how overprotective he is right now."

"Kurt," Blaine came into the room. "I was wondering if you wanted to go and see Moulin Rouge with me tonight. I found a showing and I know it's kind of our tradition-"

"Yes," Kurt responded, cutting him off. "Anything to get me out of this loft."

What Kurt didn't know, was that Blaine had been planning this for months since he got the engagement ring.

Burt was working at the garage on Christmas Eve when Blaine went looking for him. The older man was working on a car when he heard the familiar work.

"What can I do you for Anderson?" The older man turned around.

"I was kind of hoping I could ask you something?" Blaine said as the main nodded to the small office, and Blaine walked in and sat down. Burt came in a minute later after asking one of his employees to keep an eye on the store.

"What's up?" Burt sat down.

"Well Mr Hummel-" Blaine began before Burt deadpanned him. Blaine knew to call him Burt. "I mean, Burt. You know that Kurt and I are living together and were having this baby."

Burt nodded as Blaine continued. "I want to do the right thing and propose to Kurt. But I wanted to ask your permission first."

Burt looked at Blaine silently for a moment before he responded. "Since I met you, I always knew it would be you who'd become my son in law, Blaine. You saved Kurt, and I'm grateful for that. So of course I give you permission Blaine."

"Thank you." Blaine smiled.

"Take good care of Kurt, okay," Burt said before he left the room. "He is like his mum. Stubborn as hell and very good at pretending he is okay."

"I promise." Blaine nodded.

Kurt spent half the afternoon picking out the perfect outfit. He hadn't left the loft in a week and he was very, very bored. Blaine came and got him after work and they went out to dinner and then saw Moulin Rouge, singing the songs quietly to one another, while Kurt comfortably rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. They were walking back to the loft from the subway just after ten, and Kurt stopped Blaine outside the front door.

"That was nice," Kurt smiled. "I haven't had that much fun going out in a long time."

"I enjoyed it too." Blaine responded, opening to door.

When they entered, Kurt walked into the room to take off his shoes and came out when he heard the opening of a song he knew, being played. Blaine had been practicing his music and it was easier for him to leave his keyboard out then pack it away and take it out whenever he needed it.

Never knew, I could feel like this,
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart can you hear it sing
Tellin' me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you, until the end of time

Come what may, Come what may
I will love you, until my dying day

By this point, Kurt was leaning against the door, watching the shorter man, who motioned Kurt to sing with him.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you

And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather,
And stars may collide

But I love you,

I love you
Til the end of time,

Until the end of time

When Kurt said the line first, a smile grew on Blaine's face, and he started to calm down.

Come what may, Come what may
I will love you, until my dying day
Oh come what may, come what may
I will love you , I will love you

They finished the song, with Kurt's head on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine stepped away after the song, and before Kurt knew it, he was down on one knee.

"What?" Kurt stumbled backwards.

"Kurt," Blaine grabbed his hand. "I don't want to spend my life with anyone else. You and our baby girl are the most important things in my life. You are my family. We are going to start our lives together, Kurt. In a month were going to have a baby, and an apartment together. There is just one thing missing."

Blaine took out the ring and Kurt clasped his hand over his face.

"Kurt Hummel," Blaine smiled. "Would you do me the huge honour of becoming my husband?"

Blaine saw the taller man retract for a moment and all the alarm bells went off.

"We don't have to marry right away." Blaine added, as Kurt silenced him with a kiss, that they both sunk into.

In that moment Kurt wanted to do exactly one thing. He had not had sex since June, and he needed it. From Blaine's expressions, Kurt knew he was thinking the same thing. It was awkward because of the huge baby bump, but they made it work. Not half an hour later, they were under a mess oftangled sheets on Kurt's bed. The taller man, soaking in the familiar smell of Blaine – a mix between his hair gel and the moisturiser Blaine uses.

"Was that a yes?" Blaine was combing his fingers through Kurt's hair.

"I would be kidding myself I said there was any other guy for me," Kurt said quietly. "I want us to be a family."

Blaine reached over to the velvet box on the night stand and gave Kurt the ring that the taller man slipped on his finger before admiring.

"Kurt? Blaine?" Rachel and Finn called.

Kurt and Blaine stayed completely silent hoping Rachel would just leave them.

"I think they're sleeping." Finn responded.

With that the two voices disappeared into Rachel's bedroom and Kurt sighed before turning his head to Blaine.

The next day, Kurt called his parents to tell the news, told Rachel and Finn and everyone else soon found out and they were swarmed with well wishes. This was their life, in a month, they would have a baby and soon enough become the Hummel-Anderson's.