"Prom?" Blaine flipped around, after performing a number in Glee club. He twisted and ended up on one knee, holding out a rose that he had pulled out of his vest pocket.

"Is this a proposal?" Kurt took Blaine's outstretched hand, then held the rose and smelled it, a smile creeping across his face with a raised eyebrow.

"It is!" Blaine raised his eyebrows as well, in the hopes of a positive answer.

"Yes, then," Kurt laughed. "Yes," he repeated, tears of joy coming down his face. Blaine got up and hugged him.

-

"So... since I'm a senior... which prom will we go to?" Kurt was sitting on his bed, facing Blaine on the other.

"I think we should go to your prom, Kurt," Blaine assured him. He made Kurt miss his junior prom the year before, as Blaine wasn't ready for that kind of thing yet. Even though he'd said it was okay and that the movie was just as good, Blaine saw the disappointment in Kurt's eyes.

"Are you sure you even want to go to Prom? I know that it was hard for you to say no last year but don't feel like..."

"Kurt, stop. I'm positive. I don't want to be scared anymore because I love you so much," he got up and kissed Kurt quickly.

"I love you, too, and I'm so, so proud of you. But it's getting late; you should do something productive instead of sitting there and giggling." Kurt teased him, knowing he would get teased back.

"I'm gonna shower, what about you?" Blaine rolled his eyes at the comment, pushing Kurt gently.

Kurt held up his lotion. "Moisturizer routine!"

"Oh, how could I forget?" Blaine teased and Kurt slapped his arm.

"Go!" Kurt sarcastically ordered him, then walked over to his vanity and sat down. He looked in the mirror and thought, ‘I have the best boyfriend in the world.'

-

"For Prom King, with an outstanding number of write-ins, junior Blaine Anderson!" Principal Figgins clapped his hands in approval. Blaine looked around in shock. Kurt gave him a smile, patted him on the back, and gave him a gentle shove towards the stage. Blaine adjusted his bow tie, cleared his throat, and walked on stage. Write-ins? Was this a joke?

Someone placed the crown and the sash onto him, he couldn't tell who because he was keeping eye-contact with Kurt the whole time.

"For Prom Queen, Becky Jackson!" Figgins smiled and awarded Becky with her tiara and sash. She had already been on stage, as she was a nominee and not a write-in. She, being shorter than Blaine, pulled him down and kissed him, right on the lips. He chuckled and kissed her cheek.

Rachel and Quinn found their way on stage to sing, "I hope you dance." The King and Queen danced together, but during the dance, Becky insisted that she dance with her date.  Blaine was not too upset; he returned to Kurt and danced the entire song with him.

-

"Just because we lost in New York, doesn't mean we're going to lose in Chicago! I know this is a big year for many of you guys, especially the seniors. Relationships are going to be challenged, dreams fulfilled, and crushed," Mr. Schue tried not to look at Rachel as he said that final statement. "But, this is a moment that can define your lives. I'm so proud of you all," he began to tear up. "Kurt and Blaine, it's time you two go on stage."

"Ready, love?"  Kurt pulled his boyfriend to the curtains. Mr. Schue was sure that this duet would score big points with the judges, so they had rehearsed it for weeks. Candles by Hey Monday had seemed an appropriate song for the boys.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Blaine breathed in deeply.

The beginning of the song, before the singing began, seemed to drag on forever, making both of the boys' anxiety much worse. However, once the lyrics began, it ended in a flash. Instead of a kiss, the boys shared a scripted hug. The entire club had made sure the couple would not engage in another Finn/Rachel scandal, which had cost them nationals the year before.

"Great job, boys," Mr. Schue whispered and patted both Kurt and Blaine on the back. The rest of the club silently clapped and Kurt and Blaine shared a quick peck on the lips. They were interrupted, however, by Rachel, who insisted that they must get on stage!

They sang "Loser Like Me" again. Even though it had been sung before, it had an effect to it that nobody could deny. It was their last year and they wanted to prove something.

It was proven when Mr. Schue held up the National's trophy, handing it to Kurt and Blaine for the longest time. They kissed on stage, still holding the trophy above their heads.

The rest of the trip passed by in a blur of sightseeing and congratulations. The same was to be said for when they arrived home. Kurt and Blaine had stayed home; Carole and Burt were out to dinner. Finn was with Rachel.

"Kurt, I'm ready," Blaine said as they were exhaustedly doing school work, sitting away from each other at desks. He had been staring at his paper for quite some time, daydreaming. He turned around in his desk as he said it.

"What, honey?" Kurt turned around and rubbed his eyes groggily. Even though he'd been writing an AP English essay for finals, he still felt like he'd been sleeping for ages.

"I'm ready to be with you," Blaine gulped, not wanting to flat out say that he wanted to have sex with Kurt. Who does that?

"You do know that you are my boyfriend and have been for the past year and a half, right?" Kurt chuckled a little and stretched his arms above his head.

"Kurt..." Blaine pleaded, whining a bit. "You like me to say the word even less than you like to say it. It makes you feel uncomfortable," he squeezed his boyfriend's shoulders then began to tickle him. "Seeeexxx," he whispered teasingly in Kurt's ear, who slapped his arm and pushed him gently.

"Woah, Blaine, wait," Kurt looked him in the eye as the smile faded from his face. His tone became more serious, a look of concern found a home on his face, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I... I think I'm finally ready. I mean, Sebastian's locked up now for what he did to me, not like he can hurt me anymore, right?"

"My brave man," Kurt kissed him. "So you're sure?"

"Y-yeah... Like I said for prom, I don't want to be scared anymore." Blaine's words didn't leave his lips easily. There was so much he wanted to ask, but not sure if it'd be awkward. Actually, he was sure. It'd be completely awkward.

"Well, also, there's the religious issue. Sex before marriage is a sin, you know," Kurt jokingly pointed his finger.

"Oh, please. Being gay is, too." Blaine rolled his eyes.

"I'm an Atheist, you should know this. I forgot to mention it." Kurt said. He was joking a bit, but he was actually worried. He remembered how strong Blaine had once been in his faith.

"I know. I'm not sure what I am right now, but I am sure I want you. Now," Blaine said, accenting the last word.

"Your bed or mine?" Kurt winked.

Blaine was taken aback. He had not expected such a response from Kurt. "Mine," he smiled, grabbing Kurt's hand and dragging him to bed. It wasn't long before they had removed each other's clothing, which wasn't unusual for the two of them.

"Bottom or top?" Kurt panted, out of breath after sucking on Blaine's neck and rolling around with him for a while.

"C-can I be on top? Being on bottom... too many flashbacks for right now... too many. Are you okay with that?" He added, remembering how he had felt, a teenager being taken advantage of, alone and lost.

"Of course," Kurt smiled and rolled over so that he was lying under Blaine.

Blaine fumbled for his dresser drawer and the brown paper bag that Cooper had gotten him so long ago. It was the same bag, but new products. His brother had sent them along, knowing the others would be expired, every single one of his birthdays. They remained, however, in the original bag as a sentiment to that moment.

Blaine took out the condom and his shaky fingers couldn't rip it open.

Kurt gently lifted Blaine's chin, stopped his shaking hands, and looked him in the eye with a small grin, "I'm gonna be here all night, don't worry, baby."

That eased Blaine's mind and he was able to slip open the condom and slide it over his length. He bent down to kiss Kurt fiercely.

"Don't waste your time with fingers," Kurt panted. "We've done it before." Blaine was kissing his neck and forming little red marks.

"Okay, which position do you want to... I mean... It's probably more comfortable if you are lying face down, but it's up to you," Blaine stuttered, not sure if this should just come naturally.

"I want to look you in the eyes," Kurt brushed his boyfriend's nose with his own.

"O-okay. Lift your hips a little, okay?" Blaine was feeling the rush of emotions. He shoved a pillow under Kurt. As much as he wanted to be gentle, knowing what it was like to be down where Kurt was, he was still a hormonal teenage boy. Both being 17, they were both trying to rush a bit too much. Blaine was amazed at how controlled Kurt was, how he always was when they were intimate. He made his fingers slick with lube and then covered himself. The sight of Blaine doing just that made Kurt want to kiss him even more.

"Ready, baby?" Blaine slowly poised himself at Kurt's entrance. "Let me know if you want me to stop or go slower..."

"I'm ready, Blaine," Kurt smiled. Blaine thrust in slowly. Kurt felt the burn. They had done three fingers, but Blaine was just a bit bigger than that. He felt pleasure, though, and screamed Blaine's name when he hit his prostate.

"Dear god, Blaine!" He moaned.

"I thought you were an atheist now," Blaine winked and gripped Kurt's butt cheek. He palmed Kurt's ass and Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine, pushing him in further.

"Shut up. I'm gonna-"Kurt couldn't even finish his sentence because he'd come all over Blaine's stomach. Blaine followed and Kurt felt so warm, even though he was actually coming into the condom. He groaned and rolled off Kurt.

"That was amazing," He grabbed Kurt's hand and smiled.

"I'm so proud of you," Kurt kissed Blaine gently and they fell asleep that way, holding hands, naked under the sheets.