Kurt had his suspicious, of course. Blaine was never very good at keeping secrets, but no matter how hard Kurt tried to get him to budge, he just wouldn't slip. He said with everything going on; his new promotion and Kurt's new position at the club, they should go out and do something special. Kurt still didn't buy that, but stayed quiet and played along anyway.

When they were sat and their orders were taken, Kurt was honestly surprised by the attitude of the waiters and waitresses. There were no odd looks or rude attitudes. No one around them glared, or rolled their eyes, or said something cruel. It was like no cared if two men were on a date or eating a candle light dinner. And Kurt loved that.

"I swear, this has to be one of the most elegant places I've ever eaten in my entire life." Kurt said over dessert.

"Well, you're worth it." Blaine said, sipping his wine.

"How exactly can you afford this? Not to be rude, honey. You may make a good penny, but this place is outrageous! Eighty dollars for a medium size bread stick cheese cake. I swear, if Mercedes ever saw that, she'd throw a fit."

"Well, I wanted tonight to be special. I wanted to take you somewhere amazing, to show you how amazing you are." Reaching forward, Blaine took Kurt's hand in his. "Kurt, you are . . . magnificent. You showed me there was more to life than just working and listening to music. When I'm with you, I have fun! I actually live my life and not the life people wanted me to live. I never actually thought I could fall for someone like you, but I did, and I've never been happier."

Reaching into his jacket pocket, Blaine pulled out a small black velvet box, and handed it to Kurt, gesturing for him to open it.

With doing so, Kurt's breathe was taken away. Inside was a small, fourteen karat gold ring, with a vintage design and vine-like band. It was beautiful, yet elegant. Simply perfect. Kurt, whose jaw was still hanging open, looked up and down between the ring and his boyfriend.

"I know you always said gold was a tacky color, but it looks amazing on you. And when I saw this in the shop the other day . . . I just had to get it. It's a Lee Krombholz design; I know how much you love him after you saw Amanda Seyfried's necklace at the Oscars. I, uh, I wasn't ever really into promise rings growing up. I used to think they were just an extra special way to get into someone's pants. But now I see it different. Now I understand what the promise is all about."

"Blaine," He said breathlessly. "Its . . . Its beautiful. But what does this mean?"

"It means," Taking the bow, Blaine pulled the ring out, and took Kurt's left hand. "That I love you, and that even though we're young, I found the person I want to be with for the rest of my life. And I know that we're not ready right now, but when we are, when the time comes and I finally do ask you to be mine, you will be." Singling out the certain finger, Blaine slowly slid the ring on; a perfect fit.

Pulling his hand back, Kurt stared at it with watery eyes. He had never imagined something like this would happen to him. But it was. He had found his Prince Charming, and was one day going to have his fairy tale wedding, and they'd live happily ever after.

"So . . . Does your eerie silence mean a yes . . . ?" Blaine teased.

"Yes! God yes! A million times a billion times eternity!" Grabbing his boyfriend by the tie, Kurt pulled him in for a deep kiss, filled with love and tears of joy. "Oh my lord. Oooh jezz. Oh! I gotta call Rachel and tell her! And Mercedes, and Santana, and Brittany!"

Blaine laughed at his pre-fianc�'s joyfulness. "You can do all that later. For now, lets just pay the check and celebrate."

"Oh, you bet your biracial ass we are!" Kurt stated.

And it wasn't long until he tracked down the waitress, got the check, and had Blaine pay before he dragged him down the street, got into Blaine's car, and drove them all the way back to the apartment. Celebrating wasn't the only thing they would be doing tonight.