"Blaine! I'm home!"

Blaine rolled over in the tiny twin bed, throwing a pillow over his head. Even though it was 5 PM, he was utterly exhausted. This was his first day off in over a month, and he was taking full advantage. Being a student was hard enough. Being a student with three additional jobs was pure torture. He'd been at it for nearly four years now. Kurt graduated the year before and got a job working as a subordinate dresser at GQ. Blaine was looking forward to the day when he would receive his own diploma and could start his own professional career.

Kurt hung up his bag next to the door and slid off his shoes. "Blaine!"

Blaine groaned and started to slide off the bed. He stopped halfway through, letting his body droop half off in exhaustion.

Kurt followed the sound of the noise, chuckling when he caught sight of his boyfriend slowly slipping off the edge. "Come on you dork," he laughed, tossing his jacket on top of Blaine. "We've got dinner plans."

A muffled reply came from Blaine as Kurt walked behind a folding screen to change from his work clothes.

"What was that?" Kurt asked, slinging a pair of jeans over the partition.

Blaine pulled the pillow and jacket off of his head and rolled onto his back. "Can I just stay here instead? The bed is so comfortable."

Kurt came back out, having changed into a pair of tailored pants and a designer shirt and waistcoat combination that had been loaned to him by a coworker. He pulled his pants off of the room divider and tossed them into the hamper on the other side of the room. After, he stepped lightly over to Blaine and sat down next to him. Running a hand through his free curls, Kurt leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

"Come on sleeping beauty. I reserved this restaurant months ago, we're going."

"Sleeping beauty got kissed on the lips before she woke up," Blaine murmured in response. his eyes still shut.

Kurt rolled his eyes and dropped a light kiss onto Blaine's closed mouth. Blaine smiled as Kurt pulled away and let his eyes flutter open.

"See? I'm awake."

"Good," Kurt responded, standing back up. "Now wash and get dressed. We have to leave in less than thirty minutes."

Sighing, Blaine pulled himself up to sitting position and then stumbled into the bathroom. As soon as Kurt heard the shower turn on, and the muffled thump as Blaine stepped in, he rushed over to the kitchen. After pulling out a stool and stepping up onto it, Kurt reached on top of the cabinets, feeling around for something small.

His fingers brushed the satin exterior, and he smiled as he closed his fingers around it. He quickly hopped off and replaced the stool, then slid his object into his bag.

Not much later, the water turned off and Kurt could hear Blaine pattering around the bathroom. Glancing at the clock and realizing there wasn't much time left, he decided to pick out Blaine's clothes. He pulled out a pair of simple, grey pants and a light blue, collared shirt. After a moment's thought, he grabbed a cream colored bowtie and matching suspenders. He knew Blaine would love it.

Kurt knocked on the door and Blaine cracked it open, allowing a burst of steam to escape the tiny bathroom. Kurt peeked in to see Blaine tightening the towel around his waist.

"I brought you some clothes."

Blaine grinned and took them gratefully, glancing at the selection. "You know me too well."

Kurt shrugged, "it comes from hanging around you from childhood."

Blaine didn't answer, but allowed his smile to linger as he turned to the mirror and pulled out a small container of gel.

"Blllaaaiinee," Kurt whined.

"What?"

"Please for the love of all things holy, do not put any more of that-plaster in your hair!"

Blaine frowned, but the expression was fleeting.

"How about just a teensy bit?"

"Here, let me," Kurt said, taking the container from him. He placed the tiniest amount on his fingers, and worked the gel through Blaine's hair. It held, but it gave it a softness that had long been missed.

"There," Kurt said, stepping back. "Perfect."

"Like you," Blaine cooed.

Kurt couldn't help the adoring smile that appeared on his face, or the color that flushed his cheeks. "Like me."

An hour later, Blaine and Kurt were sitting across from each other in the fanciest restaurant either of them had ever been in. Never had either of them felt so at peace as they did on that night. Everyone and everything around them was simply perfect, and brimming with life. Even if they couldn't afford the more expensive dishes, and they had to skip out on the bottle of wine Kurt had been eyeing when the waiter stopped by to offer them, the night couldn't have possibly been any better.

When dessert came, a triple layer chocolate cake that Blaine took an instant liking too, Kurt spent a good two minutes staring at him from across the table before Blaine even noticed.

"Is there somfing on my mouf?" he asked, his tongue and teeth sticking slightly together from the fudge filling.

Kurt laughed, showing only his top row of teeth. "No, nothing. You're just really beautiful you know that?"

"Well you're not too bad yourself Mr. Replacement Model."

"That was one time," Kurt responded as if he'd heard Blaine's exact statement time and time again.

"Say what you will, but I'm dating a supermodel."

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, "about being a supermodel? Did you get a job offer that I'm not aware of?"

"No, no, not that." Kurt paused, looking down at the table. "The dating part."

"Oh god," Blaine's heart dropped, and he set down his fork. "You're not-you're not breaking up with me are you?" His voice cracked on the last word.

"No! No! Quite the opposite actually."

Blaine tilted his head in confusion, until Kurt got out of his chair and sank down on one knee in front of him, pulling out a satin box and opening it in front of him. Blaine froze.

"Blaine Devon Anderson, if there is one thing that I know was meant to happen, it is that we were destined to meet. For my entire life, you have been there in some way, shape, or form. I've needed you, and you've needed me. This day has been a long time coming. I know this is a painfully cheesy place to do it, but I figured you would appreciate the romanticism in a traditional proposal. So, with that said: Will you marry me."

Blaine sat speechless for a heartbeat before nodding a silent yes. He stood up and pulled Kurt to his feet, kissing him with more emotion than he knew he had.

It was nearly ten minutes later before either of them remembered the ring. It slipped onto Blaine's finger with ease. To him, it felt as if it had always been there.