It's relatively quiet when I reach the fountain; surprising for the gorgeous weather. The few people there are sitting, talking or with kids, helping them make wishes. This isn't the quietest I've seen it though, oh no. I walk over and hop onto the ledge around the water, repeating the steps from that night. Blaine decided it would be a good idea to take Springsteen for a late night walk, and by late night, I mean the idiot showed up at my door 11pm with hot chocolate. We drank and walked, Blaine pulling me to the very same place I am now, except then it was dark with only the street lamps and fountain lights glowing;

"Come on, Kurt! You'll be fine," Blaine stresses, walking along the edge of the fountain. 
"I have to keep an eye on him," I point to the black and white fur ball running around the fountain. 
"You can see him up here," Blaine says but I shake my head. I'm not giving into him, no matter how much he pleads. He stops and turns to face me, crossing his arms fake-sternly.
"Don't make me come and get you," he raises his eyebrows.
"You wouldn't dare," I gasp.
"Oh," he jumps down onto the floor, "I would." And then he's running at me.
I laugh, sprinting away from the fountain. Springsteen starts barking and chasing after us. Blaine jumps over a bench smoothly, landing him right behind me and he grabs me by the waist. I let out a squeal of laughter and he spins me around, laughing too. He goes to the ledge, carrying me and putting me down on it before joining me. 

"Jerk," I push at his shoulder a little, watching him stumble before regaining his balance.
"Watch it, Hummel. If I go in, you're coming in with me," he holds up his hands as a warning.
"Is that so?" I tease, a smirk on my face.
"Yep, it's just a fact," he nods, a proud look on his face. I step forward, pushing him slightly again.
"See, I don't think that'll happen. You wouldn't take me in," I say, confidently placing two hands on him, calmly.
"Oh," his voice gets a little lower, "I would."
I move closer and whisper, "Liar."
He looks at me, smugly.
"We'll see about that," he comments and grabs me before I have time to react, pulling us both in the water.
"BLAINE! No!" I shout, but it's too late. We both land in the water with a splash and Springsteen is there, paws on the ledge and barking.
I get to my feet, soaked and freezing and Blaine's laughing, hard. An annoyed look comes onto my face. 
"You asshole! Why did you do that?" I rant, but he just looks at me, laughter stopping and a dazed expression coming on to his face.

"Are you even listening to me?" 
When I get no response, just that look, I sigh and turn to get out of the water but a gentle hold on my arms stops me. 
"Kurt, wait," Blaine pulls me against him, one arm wrapping around my waist and one cupping my cheek. He brings our lips together and I stand there in shock before falling into it. My hand goes to the back of his head, pulling him impossibly closer. He pulls away, gasping for breath but I pull him straight back, needing his lips on mine. I feel his tongue against my lips, silently asking for entrance and I part them. I no longer care that we're both wet through, standing in Bethesda fountain on a cold night because Blaine is kissing me for the first time and nothing has ever felt better. It's several minutes before we pull away and he rests his forehead against mine.
"Kurt, will you be my boyfriend? Please?" he asks, breathlessly and with a hopeful look in his eyes. 
I take in his messy hair and red lips, subconsciously licking my own before  saying.
"Does this answer your question?" and I'm pulling him back in. 

I sigh happily, chuckling at the memories as I carry on walking round the edge of the fountain. I stop and look across at the angel in the centre, thinking 'maybe I did have a guardian angel looking down on me after all.' I chuckle again, because that idea is insane. 
I keep walking until I hear a familiar voice from below. 
"What are you doing up there, man?" and Artie is there. I jump down, hugging him tightly. I haven't seen him for the longest time – he was still a junior when we were seniors so that was an extra year. I look at him properly and see he's ditched the sweaters and gone for a casual style that I very much approve of. 
"How have you been? It's been so long!" I'm starting to feel guilty about how long it's been since I've seen all these people. I make a mental note to put Blaine's car to use and go visit all of my old friends more often.
"It's been amazing, living the dream, man," he says, smiling at me. 
"So you did it? You became a director?" Artie always was fascinated by the directing side of everything and decided that's what he wanted to do when he left school. When he was there, he directed a music video for Rachel, one for me and Mercedes with the Coach Sue, a Christmas special and the school production of West Side Story. I also heard in his senior year, he did a production of Grease.
"Yeah! I mean, it's small things like music videos and independent movies but I'm making my way up there and I love what I do." 
"That's amazing ,Artie." 
"Well, I heard you haven't been doing too bad yourself, Mr. Broadway?" I wave my hand at the comment.
"Hardly Broadway - more off-Broadway, extras and costume designer but, hey you've got to start somewhere." 
"Exactly," he reaches to the side of his chair and pulls out a piece of paper and a flower, "and looks like you finally found someone too." my smile grows wider at the mention of Blaine.

"You could say that." 

"Here you go," he holds the items out to me, "I got to head off but-"
"I'll see you very soon, I know, I've been getting the same off everyone." I explain, taking the items off him and watching him roll away. I walk over to the bench and sit down, looking at the flower first. Burgundy; beauty. 
I really don't deserve him. I set the flower aside, unfolding the piece of paper.

I hope you didn't fall in the water this time.

A burst of laughter escapes from me and I earn a few strange looks from people walking by. I duck my head to continue reading, and trying to contain the laughter still bubbling inside me.

This rose means unconscious beauty, and it suits you to a T because you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen. That night, the way the moonlight was hitting you in the water took my breath away and I just had to make you mine. I kissed you, and I'm so glad I did.

The laughter has subsided and a soft smile takes its place instead.

Now, some of these places will hold bad memories as well as good but just remember it's all over now. We're together and happy. My angel, I need you to go to the place where we had our first fight. That stupid fight that was completely my fault, because I let my jealousy cloud my vision. I was an idiot and I'm still as sorry now as I was that first time I said it

I frown - it wasn’t the worst thing that happened between us. But it was our first fight and I think you always remember it.

I love you always, Blaine.

I put the letter in my bag, take the flowers from the space next to me, looking at the different colours there, before standing up and heading to the next destination.