Later that day, Carol asked Kurt if he would mind going to the store to pick up something for dinner. Wanting to get out of the house, and potentially away from the memories of the night before, Kurt immediately agreed. Anxious for some time to be alone with his thoughts, Kurt rushed out to the car, only to find Blaine there waiting for him.

“What are you doing out here in the cold, honey?” he asked.

“Oh,” Blaine said, “Carol said you were going to the store and I figured I’d come with. Is that alright?” he said in a tease manner.

No, Kurt thought, No that’s not alright.

“What do you feel like having –“ Before Blaine could finish his thought, he turned around to find Kurt kneeling in the middle of the cereal aisle. “Kurt. What are you doing?” he asked cautiously as he slowly made his way over to his boyfriend.

Kurt just smiled, “Huh? Oh! I was just gonna tie my shoe.”

Blaine let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Oh, okay. Oh my God. I thought you were gonna purpose to me. Holy shit.”

“So what if I was going to purpose to you right now? What would you say?” he said as he side-eyed Blaine.

When he didn’t get an answer, Kurt said, almost bitterly, “Well jeez, glad you dodged a bullet then.”

“What? No! Kurt, that’s not it at all. It’s just – I thought that, you know, I’d be the one to purpose.”

It was Kurt’s turned to be shocked.

Blaine turned to look at him and chuckled, “Don’t act so surprised, sweetheart. We’ve talked about this, remember?”

Kurt could only nod, his throat suddenly constricted.

Blaine continued, “I didn’t want you to go screwing up my plans with your spontaneity.”

He winked at Kurt, and headed off to the produce.

Kurt stood in the same place for a few minutes trying to process what had just happened. He made his way to the produce section to find that Blaine had already gotten everything to make dinner tonight.

“Ready to go?” Blaine asked with a smile.

“Yeah, of course,” Kurt breathed.

Once outside, the chill of Lima at winter time bit at Kurt’s neck, so he searched the backseat of their rental car for his scarf. Once he found one, he went to the back of the car to help Blaine put the rest of the groceries in the trunk only to find that Blaine had finished, and was kneeling on the wet ground. He didn’t think a thing of it, and turned to get into the car when Blaine caught him by the wrist.

“Wait a second.” Kurt looked down at him with a quizzical expression as Blaine reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. Kurt’s breath hitched as he realized what was happening.

“Kurt. I love you so much. I never told you this, but you saved me the day I met you at Dalton. I was heading off to another ‘impromptu’ performance when you said two simple words. ‘Excuse me.’ That’s all it took. You took off your sunglasses and your eyes pierced into my soul. I remember going back to my dorm that night, and closing my eyes, and still being able to see your eyes perfectly. I know it took me a long time to realize how much I really love you, but I promise to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. This doesn’t mean we have to get married today, in the next month, or even the next year. I just want the guarantee that I get to marry you someday, in the, hopefully, near future. So what do you say? Will you make me the happiest man in the world?”

All of the air left Blaine’s lungs as Kurt tackled him to the ground in a bone crushing embrace. Kurt kissed him with everything he had, completely forgetting they were in the middle of Ohio, surrounded by people that didn’t understand their love. All that mattered was them.

Two weeks had passed since Blaine left him sitting in his dorm. Kurt was toying with the ring that was still sitting snuggly on his left ring finger when his phone went off. He didn’t even glance at the screen as he picked up, hoping it was Blaine.

“Hello?”

“Hey, kiddo. How’s it goin?”

“Oh,” Kurt said sounding defeated, “Hi dad. Fine.”

“Don’t sound so excited. You don’t sound fine. Everything okay with school? No one’s giving you problems, right?”

“No, dad. Everyone’s nice. Don’t worry.”

“So what’s wrong then, bud?”

And that’s when Kurt lost it. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He told his dad the whole story. After he was done explaining, he let out a shaky breath.

“Dad, what do I do? I don’t know how – I can’t live without him.”

“You need to ask for his forgiveness. It’ll take some time, and it’s not gonna be easy, Kurt, but that’s just what you’re gonna have to do.”

Kurt sighed, “I know. I just – How did everything get so screwed up?”

Burt didn’t say anything. He didn’t feel like he really need to. Kurt seemed to understand this and said, “I think I’m gonna give him a call. I’ll call you later, Dad.”

“Okay. I love you, buddy.”

“Yeah. Love you too.”

After trying to call Blaine 6 times, Kurt opened his door and squealed when a mess of curls flopped over his feet. He looked down at Blaine laying there at his feet and couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Hi,” Blaine whispered.

Kurt helped him up, and they sat down at the foot of his bed.

“So,” Blaine started, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and –“

“Wait,” Kurt cut him off. “Just – can I go first?” Blaine nodded. He smiled appreciatively and he took Blaine’s hands into his own, “Thank you. So, I screwed up. Big time. And Blaine, I’m so sorry. And I know that sorry doesn’t really cut it, but I am. I am so, so sorry. I will spend the rest of my life apologizing, every single God damn day, if you’ll just take me back. Please. I – I can’t live without you. You’re my best friend. My heart. My soul. You’re everything. Just – please, Blaine,” his voice faltering on the last word. “Sebastian means nothing to me.” And they both laughed at that, remembering when Blaine had said the same words to Kurt long ago in the auditorium.

Blaine sighed and placed a hand under Kurt’s chin to lift his eyes so that blue could connect with hazel. “Kurt, I know that he means nothing to you – to either of us. I’m just so hurt over the fact that you didn’t tell me yourself. I knew something was off that night too.” Kurt gave him a questioning look, so he continued, “When you came back from the bathroom, you had this look on your face – like a kid who stole a cookie from the cookie jar. And you wouldn’t look me in the eye. Sebastian came out of the bathroom after you, a-and he winked at me, which is when I got suspicious. I figured I’d wait until the next day for you to tell me what happened in there, b- but you never did, so I wrote if off as unimportant. Then, about 3 weeks ago, I got a, uh, a call from Sebastian. I don’t know how he got my number, and I think he was drunk, but he kept g-going on and on about how you were – about how you were such a good lay. I hung up and threw up in the trash can by my desk.”

“That’s why you smelt so bad when you came over that night,” Kurt said quietly.

By this time, Blaine was crying but he laughed a little at that, “Yeah. And s-so I waited again, for you to tell me what Sebastian had confirmed. But again, you never did. So I got – I got angry. And you acted like nothing was wrong, Kurt. And I couldn’t understand how you could – how you could ch-cheat on me. And then, I snapped. You know the rest from there.”

They were both silent for a long time. It had to have only been about 5 minutes, but it might as well have been 5 hours. Blaine was the first to speak,

“I forgive you, you know? I never wanted to leave you. I just – I wanted you to feel the pain I was feeling. And maybe that was selfish of me, but you couldn’t get out of this unscathed, Kurt.”

Kurt looked up at him with pleading eyes, “I know. And I will apologize every day until my last day. I promise. Just, please. Take me back. Please, Blaine.”

Blaine caught Kurt’s mouth in a passionate kiss, knocking the wind out of both of them. His thumb caressed Kurt’s cheek, wiping away the fast falling tears.

“Marry me,” Kurt whispered.

Blaine looked at him, shocked. “Kurt, I already said I would.”

He sighed, “I know. I meant right now. Today. Let’s go to City Hall, and get married.”

Blaine’s eyes widened, his mouth forming a small, “oh”. He didn’t say anything for what felt like years before he finally nodded, smiled and said, “Okay.”

And they did just that.