Chapter 19

Kurt was sitting on Blaine's bed. He could hear the raised voices downstairs and it made him uncomfortable. It made him uncomfortable because he felt it to be his fault. He felt guilty because he knew it was causing Blaine pain. He hated it when Blaine and his father argued. Kurt didn't go to Blaine's house very often for that reason but Blaine liked it when he came round. Blaine always insisted that the fights weren't Kurt's fault and he shouldn't be worried. Kurt always worried. Every time he heard the raised voices downstairs he was scared Blaine would be chucked out, or worse hit. Kurt didn't think he would be able to bear the guilt of it.

He wanted to go downstairs and fight with Blaine. To tell his boyfriend's father to stop being so ignorant and accept the son he had been given. If Blaine was Kurt's son (that would be a bit strange) he would rejoice in his son's optimism and musical ability. What does it matter anyway who your child wants to marry as long as he or she is happy. Kurt would never say that he "hated" anyone but he most certainly reserved a very significant dislike for the elder Anderson.

The argument seemed to reach its climax. Though Kurt was glad to hear it coming to an end it was getting particularly nasty. Kurt wanted to cover his ear and pretend to be somewhere else, maybe even put his headphones in and listen to the "Wicked" soundtrack; but he couldn't do that to his boyfriend. It was his biggest nightmare that one day he would give in and that would be the day that Mr Anderson would take it too far and hurt Blaine. God forbid that day came but if it had to happen Kurt needed to be there.

There was a final shout before Kurt heard familiar footsteps making their way upstairs. He sighed, he was just so relieved that Blaine was ok; nothing else mattered.

"I'm so sorry Kurt," Blaine apologised, "I hate it when that happens; it's not fair on you at all."

"Don't worry about it, Blaine, it's not your fault. I'm just glad you're ok. I shouldn't be here though, I keep causing trouble between you and your father. Maybe I should just go," Kurt started to stand up but Blaine caught his wrist.

"Don't you ever apologise for being here. I invited you over because I love your presence. I love you, Kurt. If my father can't understand that then it's his loss because he is missing out on getting to know the most caring loving, beautiful and kind person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Anyway I love you more than him and he knows it. That's why he'll never force me to choose. He knows you mean more to me than anything else," Blaine held both of Kurt's hands, looking into his eyes; searching for an answer to an unspoken question.

It took Kurt a while to be able to form a complete sentence after that, when he regained his composure he gave Blaine an answer, "and you said you were no good at romance!"

"I'm serious Kurt. I'm in love with you! And…" Blaine trailed off.

"And what? Blaine I can see it in your eyes you have something you want to ask. You don't have to be worried about it. Just ask, because I'll always love anyway!" Kurt cradled Blaine's head in his hands.

"I'm worried you'll think it too forward or silly. Maybe it will even creep you out a bit, but I hope you won't leave me over it…" Blaine was cut off by Kurt.

"Blaine, I don't think I could ever leave you so just ask me!" Kurt almost laughed at the absurdity of the prospect. He could never leave Blaine.

"Kurt; and I don't mean right now or even in a few years' time, but at some point in the future would you, if you wanted to, would you possibly consider marrying me?" Blaine blushed, he face turning as red as a tomato.

"Blaine, don't be silly! Of course I'll marry you! Where else am I going to go? You mean everything to me; when I look into your eyes I know I'm home and when I hold you I never want to let go. If I marry you then I never will have to let go, will I? But maybe give it a few years first," Kurt smiled, he was actually pretty shocked. But he knew exactly how Blaine felt if Blaine hadn't asked it would only have been a matter of time before he would.

"Ok, that's great! Though, I hope you don't mind if I don't quite call you my fianc� quite yet. I want to give you a proper proposal, one that's really memorable."

"Blaine, as long as it's you proposing, I don't think it matters."

The conversation was soon followed by a kiss; it was beautiful because Kurt had never felt so wanted, so loved in his whole life. He knew that the person he loved wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. It didn't matter that it wasn't a "proper" proposal because the emotions behind it were as "proper" and real as any proposal!

Kurt awoke. He felt a little hazy at first. The dream had been so vivid it was hard to believe he had actually been on a sofa the whole time. But it wasn't a dream, not exactly. It was a memory. It was a memory of the wonderful year they had spent together at McKinley. The whole time they had been looking towards the future. They had talked about how much better things would be. It seemed ironic that now that the future was here all he ever wanted to do was go back to that year.

He glanced outside; it was still pitch black so Kurt knew it had to be a good few hours before he need to get up. Kurt cuddled into Blaine's chest a little deeper. It wasn't long before he fell back into unconsciousness.

Blaine was first to wake up in the morning. Normally he would have gone to make coffee immediately on waking up, but he felt a warm body almost completely on top of his own. Kurt. He looked so peaceful when he slept. When Kurt was awake he always had little stress lines on his face, even when he smiled Blaine could see them. However, when Kurt slept his whole face relaxed. To Blaine it was something that could only be described as angelic.

Blaine was glad neither of them were busy today. He hated the idea of having to wake Kurt up. He liked having the feeling of Kurt's warm body pressed against his own. It was comforting to Blaine he doubted he had ever slept so well in five years. Kurt next to him just felt right as though they were moulded together but had been snapped apart.

Blaine glanced around the kitchen. Nobody seemed to be awake yet, but then Mercedes walked in, as if on cue.

"Hey," Blaine mouthed at her, he didn't want to speak for fear of waking up Kurt.

"Hey," she replied, smiling fondly at the two of them still curled up in the same position as she had come across them in last night. It was sweet.

Mercedes went to make up her breakfast. Soon the smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. This was all it took to wake up Kurt.

"Coffee?" Kurt mumbled, turning slightly into the sofa and away from the light.

"Do you want a cup?" Blaine asked gently. However, it couldn't have been gentle enough for Kurt as he was half way across the room in a matter of seconds.

"What am I doing here?" He asked, shocked.

"I think we must have fell asleep on the sofa last night. Anyway I refer to my previous question: would you like a coffee?" Blaine asked sweetly.

Comprehension seemed to dawn on Kurt; he nodded.

Trixie was five minutes late for the meeting with Jayden and Marco. A usual it was at Marco's place. At least she was making good progress now. She could at least have something to tell them about how well she was doing.

"Finally, Trixie, I was beginning to think you'd forgotten! You need to be prompt! We run a very tight ship here and if you don't play your part then there's really no point in you being here," Marco had never been a man of patience.

"Actually I have progress that I think more than makes up for a slight time slip up. I had a coffee date with Kurt yesterday and it turns out he is a complete fashion boffin and wanted to work in fashion. He also could probably be very easily persuaded to go after that line of work still! If he wanted to study fashion, America is definitely the best place. That would rule out Blaine!" Trixie said triumphantly.

"That's stupid! Why would Kurt listen to you about his career choice! Oh well! At least you've finally done something! Me and Blaine have been out for coffee a few times. Blaine and Kurt date din high school but broke up in senior year. Apparently they went through a lot of bullying together and it's that that brought them closer. Due to this I think this is all the more reason to keep up being nice to them. We don't want to draw them further together," Jayden gave his report.

Marco merely watched the proceedings, but soon all eyes were on him.

"What progress have you made with that American diva?" Trixie asked, he tone showing a clear distaste for Mercedes.

"While you have all been fixing a couple of coffee dates I have been out with Mercedes every day! In two weeks Kurt has only seen her once! This cuts off Kurt's voice of reason if anything were to go wrong in their relationship. Also Blaine can no longer go to Mercedes for advice. Most of all though is the simple fact that a girl will tell you anything if you make her fall in love with you. And that, my friends, is pretty much what I've done," Marco finished with a self-satisfied smile. Overall he felt pretty pleased with himself; after all nobody would suspect him of any foul play while they believed him to be totally impartial to the situation. Marco had many opinions of the relationship, but Malcolm had met neither Kurt nor Blaine.