Kurt, who was finishing off his wine, waved his hand. "Its in the shape of a star. Son tout simplement magnifique! Britt could hardly contain her excitement."

"I can imagine." Blaine laughes slightly. "That makes two out of four couples engaged." He mused.

Kurt hummed softly, picturing the day Blaine proposed. How perfect and beautiful it will be. Well, that is if he proposes. Yeah, they love each other, but that doesn't mean Blaine wants to marry him. Is Blaine even the marriage type? Kurt asks himself. He's excited over Artie and Britt, so he must be along with it. Kurt snaps out of it, hearing his name be called.

"Yes?

"I asked how much longer until Rachel and Finn tie the knot?"

"We're waiting for spring. Nearly everything is decided, except for the day. Rachel wants early, but Finn wants late. I'm hoping they'd just compromise and do it in the middle. Spring weddings in Ohio aren't exactly the easiest to book."

"I'm sure it will be amazing, no matter what season its in." Blaine toyed with the damp dish towel in his hands, his mind wheeling. "You know, its gonna be pretty annoying living with newly weds. They'll be all lovely dovy and barely able to keep their hands each other."

Kurt laughed quietly. "In a way, they're already like that; my dear Finchel."

"Yeah, but after the wedding its gonna be ten times worse. And what if they want to have children right away? Its gonna be rough living with them."

"I'll make due. I mean, Rachel has been annoying since they day I met her, and Finn is just a fool. If I can handle them when they're broken up, I can deal with them married."

Blaine sighed then, tossing the towel into the sink. Turning to face his boyfriend, he leaned across the island. "You could always move out, you know."

Kurt laughed bitterly, looking up. "Cause there are just so many affordable apartments close to my friends and my job, just waiting to be bought up."

"You could always find someone who is looking for another roommate."

"Live with a stranger? Yeah, no thanks."

"No stranger. Someone with a nice, big loft, who gets lonely at night and would love some cuddling. Someone with lots of room and in need of someone who has fantastic fashion sense to spice it up a bit. Someone who needs you."

Kurt, who was listening to his boyfriends speech, smiles mildly. "Blaine Anderson, are you trying to imply something?"

Blaine laughed airily. "Yeah, I'm just not doing a good job at it." He looked up, trying to grasp the courage to say what he wanted to say. "I miss you, when we're not together. I wait and wait for the magical nights we get to spend tonight; and not just for the things we get to do when we're in your bed, but because we fall asleep together. And there in nothing I love more in this world, than taking up with you in my arms or vice versa. And look at this place!"

Blaine spared his arms out wide, looking around the large apartment. "There's more than enough room for your stuff and we can add another dresser into the bedroom, so we can fit all your clothes. I think it can work. And I think it'll be good. But, that's if you want to."

Kurt stared at Blaine, keeping his composer, while he was in fact screaming with excitement on the inside. "Ask me again." He requested.

"Move in with me?" Blaine questioned desperately.

Standing from his chair, Kurt slowly walked over and stood before his boyfriend. "I would love nothing more." He told him.

Blaine, smiling like a child who was just given a pony, and pulled Kurt close, kissing him sweetly.

Kurt, wrapping his arms around the shorter mans neck, leaned back. "You're just doing this so you can get a roommate, aren't you?" He playfully teased.

"You're already my mate, I just wanted to share a room." Blaine confessed, laughing into another kiss.