On their way to the castle, the group had to pass through the village main. It was there that they came upon a gathered crowd, and Kurt gasped from his perch in front of Blaine, whose arms were wrapped protectively around the slouching man who was run down and ready for a hot bath and a good nights rest.

There, in the center of the crowd, was a very familiar woman to Kurt, knelt on the ground with her wrists bound in heavy shackles and ropes, strung up to the back of a proud stallion beside which stood the noble Prince Cooper Anderson.

“Oh, my…” Kurt whispered, and Blaine led his mare closer so they could see easily over the crowd. “It's really happening. She's really being charged.” The boy sounded absolutely astounded- shocked that his life was turning in such a positive way. Blaine was beside himself with how happy it made him that he was the one responsible for that shift.

Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure…

Blaine thought about how amazing it would be to spend forever with Kurt, amazing him, loving him… He'd be so happy to just keep making Kurt look so spellbound. To keep blowing his mind. That was a new goal for Blaine- to sweep Kurt off his feet every day of their lives together.

“Is that…” Kurt's voice caught in his throat and Blaine looked up, glancing ahead and noticing a rather bald man staring at the scene before them.

Clearing his throat, Blaine glanced from Kurt to the man with the sooty apron. “The blacksmith? Yes. I can't recall his name for the life of me, though. Something close to the craft. Like a Hammer or Pummeling or…”

“Hummel,” Kurt said, a light in his eye, and Blaine blinked as his jaw dropped. “Burt Hummel. My father.” Kurt slid off the horse even as Sue blew shimmering dust across the way right at Burt such that it coated his glazed eyes until he blinked them clear and he was able to see with gaze unclouded.

Blaine pushed through the crowd after his love and was able to see Burt Hummel shove the screaming, shackled woman to the dirt so that he could reach his son. Kurt sobbed as he wrapped his arms about his father's neck and the old smithy spun the lithe boy about, proclaiming his love and apologies over and over.

The sweetest dream would never do,

I'd still miss you, baby,

And I don't wanna miss a thing…

It seemed like Burt had been stuck in some sort of walking slumber for all those years, and he was finally woken. Finally, able to see his son and love him again, hold him again, and Kurt was able to know his dad.

And it was all because of Blaine.

Kurt turned on his heel and smiled through happy tears at his prince, bowing until Blaine reached out and stopped him. “Thank you, my Prince. Thank you, Blaine Anderson. Thank you, my amazing Warbler love.”

Looking into those eyes, Blaine knew what he needed to do. He never wanted to give up the love in those beautiful blue orbs. He never wanted to spend a single day without Kurt in his life. He couldn't stand the thought of losing this man, this angel.

And just stay here in this moment,

For all the rest of time…

Blaine got down on one knee before the entire town, the screeching woman who had been officially arrested no longer gaining any attention at all. Burt Hummel glanced at the Prince, then at his son in utter wonder. Blaine made a mental note to explain things to the smithy and also find a place for him in the castle as well.

Many of the women let out cheers and squeals of delight as the younger prince pulled a ring, one he'd been carrying for the past week, from his breast pocket and peered up at Kurt, who could hardly breathe. “Kurt Hummel,” he started, desperate to show the man how much he cared but not having near enough words. “My beautiful Kurt, my stunning angel… from the moment I first saw you I fell in love. I want nothing more than to spend my entire life with you, my songbird, my canary. I simply adore everything about you.”

As he caught Kurt's trembling hand, Blaine met his eyes and added a little more. “I feel like our souls have known each other forever. As if we're meant to meet in every lifetime, no matter where or who we might end up as…” he stood and leaned in to lightly kiss Kurt's lips before speaking just a little bit more. “I find my soul unwilling to stay away from yours even a minute longer. I don't want to miss a thing with you. Not a single thing, Kurt Hummel.”

And then Blaine kissed him hard, and Kurt fell into his arms as he went weak in the knees. “So, my angel, my soulmate, my love… will you marry me?”

It was barely any effort at all for Kurt to pull just barely away, just enough to nod his head and say softly, but loud enough for the villagers to hear, “yes!”

I don't wanna miss a thing…