Day 8-Prepared

Blaine took a deep breath, examining his reflection in the mirror. He expected to feel more nervous, he was about to take a big step after all. But he was prepared. He knew Kurt would say yes, he had once before accidentally. He had nothing to be afraid of. Well, unless Kurt didn't appreciate his theatrical flair.

But then again, when did Kurt Hummel not like a show?

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Kurt sighed as he flipped through the papers on his desk. He loved owning his own business, but sometimes he just got overwhelmed. A headache was creeping in on him, forcing him to pop a few ibuprofen and look up at the ceiling periodically in order to stretch his quickly stiffening neck. He practically jumped as his phone rang. "Hello?" he muttered into the receiver tiredly.

"Hi Kurt." It was his secretary Kathleen. "There are some people here to see you."

He rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm busy, tell them to make an appointment."

"They're with Blaine," she added, a smile in her voice.

Oh. Just the thought of his boyfriend make him perk up. Maybe they could get rid of the others and Blaine could give him a nice back rub or something. Most definately something.

"I'll be right out."

Kurt shuffled a few papers around, trying to create some semblance of order out of the chaos that was his desk. Finally satisfied, he stood, rolling his shoulders as he walked out his door. His eyes made a beeline to Blaine, as they always did. Kurt frowned. He was not prepared for the sight that awaited him.

"Sweetie, what the hell are you wearing?"

Blaine grinned. "What, I thought you liked me in black."

Kurt ran his eyes over Blaine's body, taking in the outfit again. He was wearing a black unitard, a scarf tied around his neck. He was wearing...were those heels? "Don't you think this is more fitting for the bedroom?" he asked softly.

Blaine laughed wickedly. "I thought it was fitting. Look at who came to visit us." Kurt suddenly remembered that Kathleen had mentioned that Blaine came with some other people. He frowned. "Tina? Brittany? What are you doing here?"

The girls smiled at him broadly.  They too were dressed in black...

"Oh no," Kurt whispered. He turned back to his boyfriend. "Are you trying to embarrass  me so much that I lose credibility with my employees?"

Blaine smirked. "What, I'm the one in a unitard. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be me." He winked. "But I think it's worth it. Ready?"

"Single Ladies" began to play from some mysterious source and Blaine began gyrating in front of him, making the most ridiculous faces, the ones only Blaine could make. And his body...Blaine always complimented Kurt on his flexibility, but god, he wasn't half bad himself. For a moment, Kurt was mesmerized by the dance, having no idea why the hell Blaine thought this was a good idea. He was enjoying it, yes, as much as one could while being utterly mortified.

Someone moved into his peripheral vision, and he turned his head to look. His eyes widened. "Dad?" he asked totally confused. Carole was right behind him, followed by Finn and Rachel and Mercedes and...friends and family started pouring in to his office space.

"If you like it you've gotta put a ring on it!" Blaine mouthed the words, pointing at his ring finger.

It hit Kurt like a train. "Oh my god," he whispered. "Are you, is this your way of proposing?"

No answer. Blaine just kept grinning at him like an idiot, shaking his hips and his butt through the entire song like there was no tomorrow, eyes never leaving Kurt's face. The music faded finally, and Blaine approached him, panting slightly from the exertion. "So, do you like it?"

Kurt smirked. "I'm not saying yes until you ask me properly, you know."

Blaine sighed with mock exaggeration. "Fine," he said as he dropped to one knee, taking Kurt's hands in his own.. "Kurt Hummel, will you do me the magnanimous honor of becoming my husband?"

"Yeah, I'll put a ring on it," Kurt smirked. Blaine stood up and captured him in a kiss. "One condition," he whispered, lips tugging upward as he heard their audience cheering jubilantly.

"Oh?" Blaine asked, quirking an eyebrow. "What would that be?"

"There had better be a encore solo performance tonight when we get home or the engagement's off."

Blaine laughed, throwing his head back. If they hadn't been surrounded by all of their family and friends Kurt would have taken advantage of the opening. He knew how much Blaine liked it when he kissed his neck. But he would just have to wait until that evening. Or at least that afternoon; he felt that getting engaged was a decent reason to give himself the rest of the day off. It wasn't like he was going to get anything else done. He turned his attention back to Blaine, who looked like he was about to boil over with happiness. "Deal."