"I can't believe this is our last week!" Kurt said excitedly.

"It's gone so fast." Blaine sighed.

"I can't believe my first show was on Broadway for a year and a half." Kurt laughed.

"You're quite something." Blaine pulled him into a hug, pressing kisses to the back of his neck. "I knew that from the start."

"Hmm, somehow I think it's the other way round. I knew you were quite something from the start."

Blaine chuckled. "Whatever happened, I'm glad we found each other."

"Me too." Kurt grinned, kissing him.

^.^

"Mm, guys, life is good." Blaine stretched out on the couch, yawning contentedly.

Derek and Ian grinned at each other. "And why is that?"

"I'm in love. I'm onstage. I'm living the dream."

Derek laughed, and they fell into a comfortable silence.

Blaine bit his lip, fidgeting with excitement. "Can I...can I tell you guys a secret? You can't tell Kurt."

They glanced at each other worriedly.

"Uhh...yeah..."

"I'm going to propose...on closing night." he grinned, chewing his lip.

Their eyes widened. "WHAT?"

Blaine sat up, frowning at them.

"I thought you'd be excited for us..." he pouted, narrowing his eyes at them. "What's going on guys?"

Derek looked down at his hands, and Ian jumped in.

"No, no, we are! It's just... Closing night's going to be a big deal for Kurt and..."

"And you proposing might steal the attention away from Kurt a little."

Blaine was taken aback. "Oh..."

"Like, we want you guys to get married!" Derek backtracked. "But...maybe the day after closing night? We'll go out and celebrate! You can do it then!"

Blaine nodded slightly. "Yeah. Okay. I'll do it then. You're right - Kurt does get stressed a bit."

Derek and Ian seemed to simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.

Blaine looked between them curiously.

"Do you two know something you're not telling me?"

"What? No, no-" Derek started.

"Yes." Ian blurted, cutting off Derek. "Kurt's... Kurt's family is coming to closing night, and he's supposed to be going out with them afterward. You proposing might make things awkward for him. Plus, there's a cast party after closing night, and it might be better if the cast only has to worry about saying good bye to each other, it might be awkward if they have to congratulate you two, as well as saying good bye."

Blaine was bewildered. "Oh...kay..."

Ian smiled triumphantly, and Derek smacked him on the shoulder lightly.

^.^

The cast were taking their final bows, and Kurt beamed at the audience, then at Blaine.

"Okay, okay." Kurt grinned into his microphone, attached to his ear. "I want to make a speech."

The cast paused, watching him as the applause died down.

"It's been a long...long run, and I am absolutely honoured to have had this go on for as long as it did. I am thrilled that you've all come to watch, and I'd like to thank my family for providing the final funding, and I'd like to thank my amazing cast – amazing cast, for being so patient with me, and being so talented and amazing. Each of them will go so far."

Kurt took a breath as another round of applause interrupted him, and he grinned.

"Finally, I'd like to thank my amazing, amazing boyfriend." He turned to Blaine, offering his arm. "Thank you so...so much, for being there for me, and being mine."

Blaine stepped into his arms, giving him a tight hug.

"Thank you." Blaine said, and despite how quiet he said it, it was still picked up by the mic. They received a couple of 'awws.'

Kurt took another big breath.

"Blaine Anderson."

Blaine frowned, glancing at the audience.

"I love you." He grinned confidently, a brief glance at the sound box. The lights dimmed, spot-lighting on them. "And over the past...two years, I have been forever glad that you..." he gave a small smile. "Auditioned, for this."

Blaine nodded, not entirely sure what he was getting at- and why, in front of this audience.

"Blaine Anderson, I love you, and I would...like to marry you." He said softly, dropping down on one knee and producing a box from his pocket. "Marry me?"

Blaine was stunned. "I..." his face broke into a huge grin, nodding as the applause started, louder than ever. "Of course. Yes. Of course!"

"Congratulations!" came two voices, both mic'd and in the wings.

Blaine turned to the two offenders – Derek and Ian – grinning like loons.

"You minxes!" he exclaimed as Kurt slid the ring onto his finger.

"Wait, what?" Kurt asked, eyes wide as he wrapped Blaine into a hug.

Blaine laughed. "They...I was going to..." he gushed. "I was going to propose tonight, as well...and they talked me out of it – they told me to wait..." he laughed.

Ian came out onto the stage, closely followed by Derek.

"Final bow guys." He laughed. "It's time we finish our last show."

^.^

"I can't believe you proposed." Blaine laughed, kissing Kurt. "I just..."

"I love you." Kurt grinned, kissing Blaine again.

"I can't believe you told Ian and Derek." Blaine laughed, spinning Kurt around. "I was going to propose to you tonight, but they talked me out of it...and I love you, and we're in love and getting married and we were going to propose to each other and you have to see the ring." Kurt silenced him with another kiss.

"Come on guys, take your hands off each other for three seconds." One of the cast members called.

"Kinky." Derek inserted.

"We have to move to the after party, they're kicking us out." Ian called from where he was speaking to the janitor.

"Plus, it would be nice if we could actually see our director while we're saying good bye to him."

Kurt grinned at his cast, taking Blaine's hand and stepping away from him.

"Okay guys, make sure you have everything, because we won't be back." He announced. "You have half an hour to get to the after party, see you guys soon!"

Blaine wrapped his arms back around Kurt as the cast started to disperse, nuzzling into his neck.

"Does that mean we have half an hour for cuddles?" he asked hopefully.

Kurt laughed, relaxing into him.

"Sadly, no. We have to make sure we haven't left anything behind, and make sure we're still at the after party before the half hour is up, or they'll start suspecting that we've been..." Kurt blushed, coughing as a couple of cast members walked past them. "Um..."

Blaine grinned, kissing Kurt softly before releasing him. "Go get your stuff." He ordered softly.

Kurt grinned, scampering off as Blaine swatted him on the ass. They moved around each other for a good fifteen minutes, checking each room carefully and thoroughly, before they met in the middle – satisfied they'd left nothing behind.

"Okay...cuddles?" Blaine grinned, but Kurt shook his head. "Now, we need to change."

"And get rid of the make-up." Blaine laughed, handing Kurt the make-up wipes.

"Five minutes, then we have to leave or we'll be late."

^.^

The whole cast had beaten them to the after party. They walked through the door to a round of applause, and got swept into hugs. The next few hours blurred into a series of reminiscing, drinking, laughing, and occasional crying as everyone reflected on the last two years – and realised that they probably wouldn't see their cast members for a while.

Kurt finally found Blaine again, sometime near two in the morning. He nuzzled into his side, almost knocking Blaine off of his barstool.

"I love you, my wonderful fiancé." Kurt grinned.

"I love you too."

^.^

Three weeks after the show finished, Kurt found himself writing another play.

Derek and Ian were still all living in the same apartment – but they were busy directing other shows. Everyone had moved on and Blaine was keeping on top of things – holding up a singing gig in the city with a small band while Kurt was writing. He'd promised to write in a part for him, so Blaine was just making easy money while he waited.

"I think..." Blaine grinned, standing up and heading over to his fiancé. "That you should stop writing...and come cuddle me."

Kurt chuckled, swivelling around in his chair and facing Blaine. "Should I?"

"Mmhm." Blaine grinned slyly.

Kurt held out his arms, slumping down in the seat slightly. Blaine crawled into them, straddling his lap.

"Is cuddles all you wanted?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, kissing his chest through his shirt.

"Mm, maybe something else."

Kurt raised an eyebrow with a small grin. "First you're going to have to do something for me."

"Yeah...?"

"Dance for me...stripper."