2 Years Later…

"I can't believe this! I'm sitting here, totally naked, and we're not doing anything. Why aren't we doing anything?"

"Speak for yourself, I'm working. Now, stop whining and hold still. I'm almost done."

Kurt huffed and tried to remain in the same position he had been for the last hour and a half. Blaine smiled and rolled his eyes affectionately as he returned his attention to the sketch in front of him. This was not something new, Kurt posing for Blaine.

It was something that had started when Blaine first entered school and they left him a human figure assignment. He had originally planned to ask their class model to pose for him, given he had already drawn the guy's body before. When Kurt found out, he threw a tantrum and was in a terrible mood until Blaine asked him to be the model instead. Kurt immediately said yes and the foul mood disappeared.

He had found it adorable that Kurt wanted to help him and, if he was being honest, he also liked that his boyfriend had gotten jealous.

His boyfriend.

He had been able to call Kurt just that for the past two years and in that time, not once had he felt insecure or nervous about them. At first, there was this small seed of fear buried deep within him, making him wonder if Kurt had not truly changed and everything he had told Blaine had been just in the spur of the moment because he was afraid to lose the people in his life.

But it wasn't.

Kurt proved to him every day that he had meant every word.

Every day, Kurt would get up before him, set up the coffee machine, pour it in a cup and bring it to the bed. He would place it on Blaine's night-stand and would lean in to wake him up with light kisses. He would get ready with him and wrap his arms around Blaine's waist from behind, chin resting in his shoulder, as the younger man gelled up his hair. And when they stepped out of their apartment, Kurt would immediately reach for Blaine's hand, entwining their fingers together and placing a soft, quick kiss in it as they waited for the elevator. At night, they would make love and Blaine would sense Kurt's love and adoration oozing off of him as they locked eyes and screamed each other's names. He would feel it every time they went to sleep curled up together.

It wasn't all sun and rainbows, of course. Kurt would still have rough days with his clothing line and everything that came with it and he would sometimes take it out on Blaine. They would fight, just like every other couple, about the smallest of things, only to make up a few hours later. Kurt was still stubborn and it would sometimes drive Blaine crazy. He would sometimes put the walls back up and Blaine would have to make him tear them down again. Blaine would sometimes feel insecure about something in their relationship but Kurt always found a way to reassure him, to prove him he wasn't going anywhere. There were other times when he would get so stressed out at school that he would snap at Kurt over anything. They would sometimes yell at each other, get mad at each other, ignore each other but they always came back.

They always worked things out because one thing was certain. Kurt loved him. And Blaine loved him right back.

Blaine had told Kurt once, before leaving for New York, that he could someday change his mind. That he was still young and would probably want something else in the future. Now, two years later, he knew that wouldn't happen. Kurt was still the only person he wanted and he knew that wouldn't change.

He smiled as he finished tracing the last lines of the outline of the body and when he was just missing a few shades here and there, he raised his head to Kurt.

"You can move now, I'm almost finished."

Kurt's shoulders slumped down and he twisted his neck sideways. He put his shirt back on and watched Blaine as he did the final touches, his brows knitted in deep concentration and the tip of his tongue caught between his lips. An affectionate smile appeared on Kurt's face as he watched his boyfriend work.

He admired the way his eyes flickered to several parts of the drawing, those honey-eyes that drove him crazy. He watched the way his long eyelashes fluttered whenever he blinked and the way he almost held his breath as he placed the pencil on the paper.

There was no denying it.

Kurt Hummel was insanely, desperately and hopelessly in love with Blaine Anderson.

Two and a half years ago, he would have never admitted it, he wouldn't even have believe it was possible for him to feel anything remotely close to love again. Now, he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs about how much he loved this man standing in front of him. He wasn't scared anymore and he was slowly piecing himself back together. He would never be the same Kurt Hummel he used to be in high school but he was a new, better Kurt, all because of this one talented, honey-eyed, curly haired artist that had gotten a hold of his heart and would never let go.

Kurt would never find the words to let Blaine know everything he felt and he knew it. That was why he made it his mission to prove it to him every day of his life.

Every day.

Kurt's lips parted as realization hit him. He truly wanted to spend every single day of his life with Blaine. He would never feel this way for anyone other than Blaine. He turned to look at Blaine again and he couldn't keep in his silly grin.

"Aaaand… I'm done!" Blaine said proudly and left the pencil down.

He raised his head and found his boyfriend staring at him with a look of pure adoration and a goofy smile on his face.

"What?" he asked smiling and he tilted his head to the side.

"I love you," Kurt replied, smile getting bigger and brighter.

Blaine blushed. Even after two years of listening to those words, he couldn't get used to them coming out of Kurt's mouth. His stomach fluttered and his heart skipped a beat and he knew he would always have that reaction, no matter how many times Kurt said he loved him.

"I love you too."

Kurt's eyes kept boring right into his soul and Blaine had to look away because the feeling was too much. He focused on his finished drawing and picked his pencil, twirling it in his hand to distract himself.

"D-do you, um, want to see it? I-I think I really like how it turned out. I'm getting better with the shading, I think. You'll probably say it's perfect, cause that's what you always say but I really need you to be objective with this one because I –"

"Marry me."

The pencil fell to the floor.

"W-what?"

Blaine turned to see Kurt, who shrugged and smiled at him.

"Marry me," he repeated.

Blaine's mouth hanged open and he inhaled sharply. Kurt stood up and went to stand in front of him, grabbing his hand.

"I-it doesn't have to be now," Kurt stuttered. "Because, well, you're young and you have so much going for you a-and you're going to do great things with your art and be famous and everything. But I want you to marry me someday a-and I… Fuck, I'm not really good at this. Look, I know I've screwed up a lot in the past and it's taken me forever to get here but I love you, Blaine. So much. You – you saved me."

Blaine swallowed hard.

"I was broken when you found me and I was certain I'd never work right again. Heck, even my family had given up hope on me. But you… you didn't. You were determined to know me and put up with all my crap and you just – you loved me, every step of the way. You showed me what true strength is. You taught me that I needed to be brave and face my demons. You pulled me out of the hole I had dug for myself.

"You made me believe in love again, Blaine. You made me remember how wonderful it is to have someone accept every part of you and love you because and in spite of them. I look back at that night I met you and I thank whoever is out there for making me want to go home early because I was able to find you. You changed me. You've taught me so much and I just want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you."

Blaine's eyes glistened with tears as he let out a shaky breath followed by a small laugh.

"You say you're not good at this but I beg to differ."

Kurt smiled.

"So," he began again, kneeling down. "Blaine Anderson, will you marry me… someday?"

Blaine laughed and kneeled in front of Kurt, grabbing his face in his hands.

"Someday," he promised and leaned in to kiss him.

Kurt placed his hands above Blaine's and smiled into the kiss. They pulled apart and it was Kurt's turn to grab Blaine's face.

"One day," he kissed him.

"When you have your own art gallery…"

Kiss.

"And everyone is in love with your work…"

Kiss.

"And there's this big exhibition going on and the place is packed with people, crazy fans of yours…"

Kiss.

"I'm going to kneel in front of you, just like today, and I'm going to ask you to marry me again."

Kiss.

"And you'll gave no other choice but to say yes, cause everyone will be expecting you to say that."

Blaine laughed lightly and rested their foreheads together.

"Relying on peer pressure? How romantic of you, Mr. Hummel! As if I'd ever answer anything other than 'yes'."

Kurt closed his eyes and smiled.

"I'm so in love with you."

Blaine kissed him again.

"Hey, if I already said yes, even if we're not going to get married now, does that make you my fiancé?"

"I think it does," Kurt replied.

"I think I like it better than 'boyfriend'."

"You do, huh?"

"Yeah," Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and gave it a soft kiss. "But I think I'll like 'husband' better."

"Oh, I think I will too."