It had started out innocent. After that kiss, Kurt just let his mind run with thoughts of Blaine and what was to come. All the firsts they would share. But then he started thinking a little too far ahead... Like ten years ahead.

He imagined them, graduating from the same university; Blaine with a degree in architecture, Kurt in fashion and design. He imagined getting home that night, after a delicious romantic dinner, Blaine getting down on one knee, telling Kurt he was everything and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. He imagined biting back tears as he threw his arms around Blaine's neck, whispering “yes” into his ear as many times as his voice would allow.

He imagined their wedding, a beautifully arranged ceremony at home in Ohio (Because in Kurt's ideal world, ten years from now people would accept gays and gay marriage would be legal everywhere.) with all of their family. He imagined walking down the aisle on his father's arm in a white tux, Blaine waiting for him with a small smile in his own black tux and with his hair loss of it's gel hold (Because Kurt had long ago convinced him that he looked much better without it.) He imagined the heartfelt exchanging of vows, tears threatening to stream down both their faces. He imagined the seal of a kiss, Blaine dipping him into it as if to say “That's right, he's mine now.”

Okay, he seriously had to stop. There was no guarantee they'd make it that far.

But somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew they would.

And he'd say that in his vows a decade later.