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After five minutes of cuddling and a sweet kiss in the middle of their field, they packed up their blanket and headed back on the road. After a few minutes of Gotye blaring on the stereo, Kurt looked over at Blaine who was still obviously frustrated. He grabbed Blaine’s hand from the gearshift, clutching it tightly as he knit their fingers together.

“I’m sorry that I got you all worked up and pulled the plug,” he said, making eye contact with the side of Blaine’s face as he focused on the road.

Blaine sighed. “I mean - I want to say that it’s okay, but I don’t get it. The only thing you’ve ever wanted is more romance and spontaneity in our relationship. When I do something truly out there and, well, perfect for your level of romance, you shut me down. How is that supposed to make me feel?”

Kurt still looked at Blaine’s silhouette, noting the way his eyebrow scrunched as he spoke his last few words; confusion, anger, and disappointment radiating from the brows as if they carried all of his emotions in one moment. 

Blaine turned to Kurt, his eyes showing the hurt his eyebrows had just conveyed. “I-I just want you. I try to show you that I really want to make this work for the long haul and… it’s just confusing,” he said as he turned back to the road.

Kurt kept looking at Blaine. “The fact that I pushed pause on the lovin’ has nothing to do with your actions or your sweetness. Let me make that perfectly clear. I realize the timing was in poor taste given that you kind of laid it all out on the line back there, but did you really want to have sex in the middle of a field with bugs? No thank you!”

Blaine smiled slightly. “Okay. I just don’t want to mess things up again, Kurt. Saying what I said to you in that park will always live in my memory as the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I’m trying to make it up to you as best as I can. I-I…” he choked as tears started to form in the corners of his eyes.

Kurt reached behind Blaine’s back and rubbed it gently. Blaine kept focused on the road, but Kurt could see that he was looking at him with his peripheral vision.  “You have done everything right, Blaine. And know that I appreciate what you’re trying to do, though you really don’t need to. I love you and what happened in the park that night is gone and forgotten now,” Kurt said sweetly.

Blaine turned, giving Kurt a look at the joy in his eyes. “I can’t tell you how much that means to me. I don’t want to feel guilty in our relationship.” He continued, “God, you’re so perfect. What did I ever do to deserve a man so wonderful?”

Kurt blushed. He never got used to Blaine’s constant compliments, it made him all warm and fuzzy inside. “You’re pretty wonderful yourself. Don’t sell yourself short, Blaine. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, finally turning back to the road.

“Let’s go ahead and make a new bucket list. I’ll write it down and you just focus on the road. Sound like a plan?”

Blaine nodded as he signaled into the left lane.

“Live in New York,” Kurt said as he scribbled the words onto the paper Blaine had provided. “Adopt a cat, perform a Patti LuPone song together – of course.”

“Of course,” Blaine said smiling.

“What else?”

“Go to my senior prom together, attend a cooking class in Italy,” Blaine added.

“Ooh, I love it!” Kurt squealed as the words hit the paper. Silence filled the car as both men were thinking about what else to add to the list.

“Ask Burt for your hand in marriage,” Blaine said, matter-of-factly.

Kurt gasped slightly. He knew that Blaine loved him, but saying it aloud and hearing the words hit him in a way he never thought.

He really, truly wants to marry me? Kurt thought.

“And before you start over thinking, yes. I mean it.” Kurt looked over and noticed Blaine was looking into his eyes as he made that statement. “I’m going to ask you to marry me someday.”

Kurt smiled wider and brighter than he ever had before. “I-I, uh. I’m so blown away by you, Blaine. The thought of us at the altar together, saying all the things we feel for each other in front of our worlds… it makes me so happy you have no idea,” he said, still peering into Blaine’s hazel eyes.

Blaine smiled and turned again to the road. “I’m glad.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Kurt let out a breath, as he still felt overwhelmingly happy, peaceful and excited all at once. He let the moment sink in before bringing his attention back to their list.

“So, can we also add ‘have the best wedding ever’ to the list?” Kurt asked.

Blaine laughed hard. “With you as one of the grooms, it’s to be expected.”