Kurt was also back at Dalton, delighted that he was now well enough to return. Blaine had been helping him out with all the work he had missed and helping him with his homework so that Kurt wasn't too far behind. He was welcomed back at Dalton with open arms. Of course, he was still a little jumpy and stuck close to Blaine's side.

Nick was happy to have his friend back and hugged him gently on his first day back. "Finally!" Nick beamed. "I thought I would go crazy in art by myself. Jeff was seriously thinking of transferring into the class just so I would stop sulking and you know how bad Jeff is at art."

"Hey!" Jeff protested, pouting but he had an amused glint in his eyes. "That glitter was perfectly artistic." Both Kurt and Nick dissolved into sniggers and Jeff sighed heavily, shaking his head at Blaine. "Monsters, both of them," Jeff said, feigning upset.

"It's becoming an issue," Blaine mock sighed and the two grinned at each other. They were just happy that Kurt was laughing again and smiling.

Not only did Kurt have to catch up in classes but also with what the Warblers had been working on. Wes had pulled Kurt aside and talked to him about what they had been practising and where they would be performing at next. Kurt was brilliant at music, so catching up would be no problem and Blaine, along with the rest of the Warblers, had already offered to help catch him up and practice with him.

Kurt was overwhelmed by how loyal his friends were. He owed them all so much and he couldn't believe all the love he was offered. He and Blaine were never showed any at their old school; they only had each other.

Kurt was called in to the office to speak to the guidance counsellor. He was instructed that once a week, he would have to go talk to her about how he was coping. He didn't have to talk about the kidnapping but she encouraged it.

Kurt and Blaine always drove together now, Kurt's car still a mess and currently in Burt's garage, getting fixed. Also, Blaine had noticed that Kurt was still flinching during the car rides and he didn't think it would be wise for Kurt to start driving just yet in case he had a panic attack. Kurt eventually caught up with everything and things were looking up.

Kurt was heading to the cafeteria for lunch with Nick when Blaine sidled up to him with a small collection of roses clasped between his fingers. Nick grinned and quickly darted off, hurrying to Jeff.

"Hi," Blaine grinned, stopping front of Kurt.

"Hi," Kurt replied, grinning amusedly. Blaine's romantic gestures never got old.

"For you, my love," Blaine said, presenting the cluster to Kurt.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered, inspecting the small bouquet. The roses varied from deep burgundy, symbolising unconscious beauty, white, meaning happy love, light pink showing joy, admiration and sweetness, yellow representing remember me, coral denoting desire and lavender indicating love at first sight and enchantment. There were eleven of them in total, meaning that the recipient is truly loved and cherished. Kurt knew these connotations off by heart and realised that Blaine had handpicked these to match his feelings for Kurt. The thought made his heart swell. For a self-confessed horrible romantic, Blaine wasn't half bad at making Kurt swoon. "They're beautiful. But what are they for?"

"Well, I was hoping that you and I could go on a date tonight," Blaine suggested, eyes hopeful.

"I would love to," Kurt beamed and stepped into Blaine's waiting arms, kissing him gently.

"Can I escort you to lunch?" Blaine asked, looping his arm through Kurt's.

Kurt giggled at the silliness of it all, though he couldn't deny that he loved it. "You may," Kurt chuckled and walked into the cafeteria with Blaine, grabbing lunch and sitting with the rest of the Warblers.

Blaine dropped Kurt off at his house after school before heading back to his own place to get ready. Kurt went straight to his wardrobe and pulled out his tightest skinny jeans which he knew made Blaine lose control. He pulled out a stripy top and favourite buckled cardigan, remembering briefly a time when Blaine had said how good it looked on. He dressed himself carefully and styled his hair with less product than usual, knowing that the tousled look drove Blaine crazy.

He hadn't realized how long he had actually been getting ready for because before he knew it, there was light knock on the door and Blaine was sticking his head in.

"Hey!" Blaine grinned and stepped into the room. His eyes went wide as he took in his boyfriend's appearance and Kurt watched with a satisfied smirk as he saw Blaine's pupils glaze over slightly as he saw the jeans.

"Hey you," Kurt grinned, loving the fact that he could make Blaine lose his train of thought. He'd never exactly considered himself attractive or desirable, and it made him giddy that Blaine thought those things of him.

"You look amazing," Blaine breathed as Kurt strode towards him, sashaying his hips in true Hummel fashion.

"So do you," Kurt beamed. Blaine was wearing his red skinny jeans, dress shoes with no socks and black shirt with a colourful bow tie.

"Thank you," Blaine replied, tugging self-consciously on his bow tie to adjust it before Kurt's hands slapped his away. "Are you ready to go or do you need more time?"

"No, I'm ready," Kurt beamed and took Blaine's hand, leading him out of the room.

They said goodbye to the parents, Burt giving them a curfew of eleven o'clock, as he always did. Finn was getting ready to go to New York in the next couple of days and was busy trying to figure out what to take and making a plan to ask Rachel out on a date while he was there so Kurt hadn't seen much of him lately. He was surprised that Finn waved them off happily, though not unhappy.

Blaine drove them to a small, secluded restaurant just outside of Lima. It wasn't well known but the food was amazing. Blaine parked and jumped out the car, practically sprinting over to Kurt's door and opened it, earning a beautiful smile from Kurt.

Kurt badly wanted to take Blaine's hand but he equally didn't want them to have any trouble tonight so he reluctantly kept it by his side, fingers brushing Blaine's.

They were seated right away in a nice secluded booth and brought a couple of menus. When the waiter came around Blaine ordered a meal for both Kurt and himself, along with drinks without consulting Kurt, knowing exactly what he liked.

"Blaine, this is so amazing. Thank you," Kurt said, reaching out to take his hand across the table.

"You deserve it," Blaine smiled. "I love taking you out."

"We deserve it," Kurt corrected and Blaine grinned brightly.

Their meal came quickly and it was delicious. The conversation flowed easily as it always had between them. It had felt like forever since it had been just the two of them and they could forget that life sucked and that people were prejudice. For these few stolen moments, they were just them.

They shared a dessert and Blaine paid, Kurt protesting the whole time it took for the waitress to take Blaine's card and bring it back with a receipt, though Blaine simply waved off his objections with a casual smile. Blaine walked Kurt back to the car and they jumped in. Instead of heading back to Lima, Blaine started driving in the other direction.

"Where are we going?" Kurt asked, confused.

"You remember that small park with the fountain that your mum found that one time?" Blaine smiled at Kurt as he drove.

"Of course," Kurt replied, "when we were seven. She had been feeling better that day and decided to get out of the house and took us with her. She didn't know where we were going."

Blaine drove for a while longer and pulled into a small parking space. The place was empty and there was street lamp illuminating the park. Blaine jumped out and Kurt followed, looking around him curiously. Blaine went to the fountain and Kurt stopped beside him, tracing the cold stone of the rim of the fountain with his fingertips.

"Remember when I fell?" Blaine asked, facing Kurt and taking both of his hands. "I scratched my knee and started crying. You hugged me really tightly and played with my hair while your mum got a band aid from the car." Kurt smiled at the memory and let Blaine continue. "She put the band aid on and kissed my knee better. Then you leant down and kissed it too because you said that two kisses would make it heal faster."

Kurt blushed and giggled. "I love you Kurt," Blaine continued, eyes swirling with emotion. "You've always been there for me and you always will be, I know that. People might say we're young but I know now that I love you as much as I will when I'm 30, 40, 100." Kurt chuckled at this, though he had tears in his eyes that mirrored Blaine's. "You are everything to me and I want to be everything to you."

"You are, Blaine," Kurt said, stepping closer to Blaine and squeezing his hands.

Blaine reached behind him, pulling another rose from his back pocket and handing it to Kurt. But this one was different. This was two roses entwined together and Kurt knew perfectly well what it meant. His breathing hitched. Marry me. Kurt watched with wide eyes as Blaine slipped onto one knee, still clasping both of his hands. "Kurt, will you marry me?" Blaine asked, voice completely sincere, dipping a hand into his pocket and pulling out a velvet box.

He opened it and inside was two rings – the very two rings that Kurt and Blaine had picked out when they been ring shopping with Burt all those months ago. Kurt gasped and Blaine took his hand, slipping his ring on. It was a perfect fit.

"Yes, Blaine, of course I will," Kurt whispered, tears flowing down his cheeks. Kurt picked the other ring out of the box and slipped it onto Blaine's finger. Blaine put the now-empty box back in his pocket before pulling Kurt close and kissing him passionately.

Kurt responded immediately, his good hand going to Blaine's curls. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him flush against his body. Kurt moaned and angled his head, kissing deeper, his tongue sweeping Blaine's mouth.

Blaine nibbled at Kurt's lower lip and Kurt moaned, tightening his grip in Blaine's hair. Too soon, the need for air became impossible to ignore and they pulled away, panting.

"I love you," Kurt whispered, placing kisses all across Blaine's face.

Blaine smiled brightly and unwrapped himself from Kurt's body. He took his hand and led him back to the car. Instead of climbing into the front, he opened the back door, sliding in and pulling Kurt in after him. Kurt shut the door and then straddled Blaine's lap, knees on either side of Blaine's thighs.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist again pulled him closer, Kurt leaning his forehead against Blaine's.

"We're engaged," Kurt breathed, his breath fanning across Blaine's lips.

"You're my fianc�," Blaine grinned, loving the way the word rolled off of his tongue.

Kurt's replying smile was blinding and he crashed his lips back to Blaine's, kissing with far more hunger than before. Blaine responded eagerly, hand coming up to Kurt's shirt and slipping underneath, hand running along the skin underneath.

Kurt hummed his good hand trailed down to Blaine's shirt. He slipped his hand underneath and slipped it up to Blaine's heart, feeling it beat uncontrollably. His heart was beating just as erratically and it was all because of the boy underneath him.

They knew that they had neither the room nor time for intercourse, but neither cared; they didn't need it. Their kisses and grinding grew more and more passionate before they were both moaning loudly, their hips stuttering as they reached their peaks, hands wrapped around each other.

Blaine panted hard and rested his forehead against Kurt's. He kissed him sweetly and lovingly this time before Kurt slipped off him, rummaging around in the front for some tissues to clean themselves.

When they clean and tucked back into their pants, they laid on the back seat together, Kurt resting on Blaine. They were content to just lie in each other's arms, not needing words to describe how happy they were both feeling. Their curfew was creeping up on them and they reluctantly got back in the front seat and headed back to Lima.

Blaine parked in the Hummel-Hudson driveway and switched the engine off. Neither of them made any move to get out of the car, just staring at each other with giddy smiles.

"Do we tell them?" Kurt asked, inclining his head towards the house.

"Tomorrow," Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand. "It's late now."

"OK, tomorrow," Kurt agreed.

Both of them slid out of the car and headed into the house, holding hands, rings sparkling under the sudden light. Burt and Carol were still up, cuddling on the couch.

"Hey boys," Carol smiled. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, we really did," Kurt breathed, unable to wipe the beam off his face.

"That's good," Carol replied, a little surprised by Kurt's bright smile.

"It's late and you both have school tomorrow. Off to bed," Burt instructed and the two nodded and bade them goodnight.

They stopped at Blaine's room first and Kurt pulled him into a quick but passionate kiss. "Good night fianc�," Kurt breathed and Blaine smiled wider than he thought was possible.

"Goodnight," Blaine said. Kurt grinned and sauntered away, leaving Blaine breathless. Just like he always did. As Blaine returned to his car and settled behind the wheel, he had only one thought on his mind; marrying Kurt? Best idea ever.