Just a little video I took tonight that some of you might enjoy. Releases the feels! [surprise proposal video]

Oh. My. God.

I cant breath someone call 911 (not really but kinda) is this real life?

Hallelujah…. Hallelujah… Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hall-e-lu-jah

Engagement riot! It's been so long I thought maybe the fandom had forgotten HOW to riot. #o/

I can't see the keyboard, IM cyring so hard. This is the best day of my entire life and that includes when my fianc� proposed to me #sorry honey #but it's true

OK – that clinches it. I'm enrolling my kid in Carlisle next year and going to EVERY event #do you think the bank would let me mortgage my house to pay for private school

I promise naming rights to my first born child and a fic of at least 5k to any lovely, lovely gif maker who will turn the moment when Kurt pulls out the ring into art for my fic There Goes the Groom #dont make me beg #cause I'll do but you'll lose all respect for me #it wont be pretty

I'm just sitting here staring at my screen with the dopiest smile on my face #new forever reblog

I've watched this video 200 times already #I MAY have a problem

Aren't those Kurt's parents at 1:40 when the camera sweeps over the audience? Kurt's parents were there to see him propose. [Kristen Bell sloth crying video] That is the sweetest thing I've ever seen. Momma Hummel is crying and Papa Hummel is trying to keep it together, but you can totally tell he's welling up too. Best parents eva. #but of course we already knew that cause they raised Kurt

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I'm in my chem final, so I can't squee properly right now, but about fucking time!

I WAS THERE AND IT WAS GLORIOUS! Ok deep breath...my little brother goes to Carlisle, so I got dragged to the concert. I was pretty pissed until I saw in the program that Blaine was the host. Things were looking up! Then Kurt walked in (asdfsdfg!) with his parents (they were soooo cute. I just want to pinch Mr. Hummel's cheeks or something) and my day was made. So the show was cute and Blaine made all these funny jokes in between songs and I was busy planning my post-show route to Kurt for an autograph when I saw him get up and leave. DevaSTAtion! I was sure I'd lost my chance. Then suddenly he was on stage and I could tell from Blaine's expression that it wasn't planned. I just thought it was a fun surprise and was kinda gloating about how I was getting to see Kurt sing two songs and then-THEN the heavens opened, the angels sang, [insert your overly dramatic metaphor here] and Kurt kneeled down. And the rest is history that I'm sure you've all seen a hundred-billionty times already. Wonderful, sweet dream making history. I know that I've now probably used up all my good luck for the rest of my life, but it was so totally worth it!

Look at Blaine's face! He's so shocked at first and then suddenly he's looking at Kurt like he's the most beautiful thing on Earth. And Kurt looks so nervous, but at the same time 100% sure of what he's doing. I just love the two of them so much #heart full #all is right with the world for today

Here's one that includes the full songs Kurt sang before the proposal. Those kids are the cutest thing I've ever seen! #i just want to smoosh their faces

Forget the kids. Can we talk about Kurt singing Love Changes Everything? Has anyone seen a video with cleaner sound? #Instant lady boner

I will give them my first born child if Kurt does a studio recording of that song #guh #drool

I've got to see that ring! Gimme gimme gimme #my preeeeciouuuus

Guise! Here's another video! It's from an *ahem* angle relevant to some of your interests. I'm glad I saw the other one first though, since have Kurt's ass front and center like this is so distracting that I barely even heard the proposal. #seriously how does he walk in pants that tight? #at this rate Blaine is going to have to be the bio-dad of any kids they have #if you know what I mean

I can just see them bringing their first kid home from the hospital and Blaine thinking he has it all covered because he's a teacher, but he puts the diaper on wrong the first time and it falls off when he picks the baby up and he pees on him and Kurt just laughs and they try again together and finally get it right. And that's just the first kid of many and five years down the road their home is filled with so much love that you can see it from outer space. I'm picturing two boys at first and then surprise!twins (hopefully identical girls) and Kurt dresses them up in the same outfits but in different colors and Blaine would be slowly graduating the older boys from silly clip-on bow ties to the real thing, because it's never too early to learn how to tie a proper tie, son.

We're in fight. I H9 you.

*u*

Go to the corner and think about what you've done

=^..^=

June

Kurt handed Blaine the cup of water he'd just filled from the drinking fountain in the hallway and slipped into a seat towards the back of the room. Most of the folding chairs that had been set out in neat rows were already filled with parents, grandparents, and siblings waiting for the kindergarten graduation celebration to begin.

It wasn't like making it through kindergarten was a big accomplishment, at least not in the way finishing high school or college was, but it was a tradition at Carlisle to have a little ceremony for the occasion and Blaine been fully on-board. He'd come up with a plan for the evening and had even spent several nights designing elaborate certificates to hand out ("The papers the school gave me are just boring copy paper with their names on them, Kurt. What's the fun in that?") and had even gotten them professionally printed.

Blaine stood at the front of the room, looking particularly delicious in navy pants, a striped shirt, and somehow-adorable-and-ridiculous-at-the-same-time graduation hat and diploma patterned bow tie. One of the mothers had him cornered and was going on-and-on about how gifted and remarkable her kid was and how he was probably too smart for Carlisle, but they'd decided to keep him there because he loved it so. Kurt would probably have been struggling not to roll his eyes if it had been him up there, but Blaine just smiled and nodded and gave her that earnest look that Kurt was so familiar with. What a boy scout.

As Kurt watched Blaine handle the mom like a pro, he couldn't help but wonder at how much he, and his life in general, had changed since they'd met. It was amazing how the knowledge that there was someone who would be there for him no matter what had made him bolder, more willing to take risks and come out of his shell. He was even starting to consider going back to McKinley to talk to the students about his experiences. It was time to let go of the hurts of the past.

His life was too good to hold grudges.

Ever since he'd been a little boy struggling to fit in at ballet class, wondering why people laughed when he wanted to wear a tutu like the girls, Kurt had always been drawn to the perfect romances seen in the movies and on Broadway. Never for once had he thought that his life could ever compare, but he'd been wrong. The ups and downs of real love was so much better. He'd found his flesh-and-blood prince and was his prince in return.

It had been two weeks exactly since he and Blaine had gotten engaged and Kurt still got a goofy smile on his face every time he thought about it.

They hadn't made an official announcement of their engagement, but with over 28 different versions of his proposal on YouTube (Kurt had counted—and downloaded—them all), they didn't need to.

Kurt had known that it was inevitable that video would get out when he'd decided to propose in such a public way. In fact, it had actually been a key part of his plan. What good was a spectacle if no one was around to record and post it? He'd told himself that the pictures and video were just a price he was willing to pay for Blaine's happiness, but once it was all over he'd actually found that he hadn't really minded. He wasn't about to turn into one of those celebrities who called the paparazzi every time he left his house or start making out with Blaine on the street, but just that once he found that he loved having so many people share in a part of his personal life.

He hadn't been able to sleep the night after his proposal. Even the acrobatic and inventive sex he and Blaine had celebrated with hadn't been enough to keep his mind from whirring. With Blaine snoring lightly beside him and Elphie snoozing with her chin on his knee, he'd spent hours immersed in the fan reactions to the evening's events.

It was actually the closest he'd felt to his fans in...well, maybe ever. Their joy was his joy, their squees of excitement just echoes of his own. He'd laughed at their comments and marveled at the speed at which they'd turned out art and fanfic (though he'd quickly looked away from anything over a PG rating, because no) and for the first time he'd seriously thought about creating an account and joining (anonymously of course) in the conversation.

The public response had only grown in the days since. The paparazzi had been out in force at the Toy Story stage door ever since, with a fight even breaking out between a few of them as they jostled for position on the first night Kurt came out wearing his own ring.

Kurt looked down at the ring nestled on his finger and sighed, glad that no one was sitting close enough to him to hear him act like a silly school girl.

It had been the morning after the concert, while they were still nestled in bed with limbs entangled, that Blaine had confessed that he'd had his own proposal planned. Kurt had immediately stuck his fingers in his ears to block out the details and demanded that Blaine still go through with it. There was no way he was missing out on being proposed to just because he happened to get there first.

The next Saturday night, Blaine took him to a tiny Italian restaurant that didn't even have a sign out front and didn't bother with menus since the only thing served was a special five course meal that changed daily. They ate until they couldn't eat anymore, holding hands through the entire meal and letting the ambiance created by the traditional decor, music, and candlelight wash over them.

As the waiter stepped out of the kitchen with a two elegant glasses of fizzing champagne, Kurt's heart leapt into his throat and stayed there, for glistening at the bottom of his glass was a platinum ring with a vintage feel to it. It was thick, but not too thick, and had delicate scroll work etched into the band that was surrounded by a double-stepped edge. While the ring he'd given Blaine looked very modern and his was decidedly not, they somehow complimented each other perfectly.

With a clearing of his throat and an adjustment of his tie, Blaine got down on one knee, adorably nervous even though Kurt's answer was a foregone conclusion.

"Kurt, you've brought love into my life like I never even imagined I could have," Blaine said with tears already in his eyes. "You've given me the family I never had and made me thankful every day that we found each other. I'm not always great with words and I know you love romantic movies, so I tried to find the perfect quote to describe us and what you mean to me. There's 'You complete me', which I definitely think you do, but it seems a little one-sided, so that wasn't quite right. There's 'Whatever happens, I'll love you just as I do now until I die', but I don't think that's true, cause I'm pretty sure I'm going to love you even more as the years go on. There's 'Love means never having to say you're sorry', but we both know that isn't even close to being true." Kurt hiccupped out a small chuckle at Blaine's wry expression. "There's 'Come what may, I will love you until my dying day', but given the reason why we met in the first place I don't even want to talk about dying."

Kurt shook his head vehemently as Blaine continued. "Then, I think I found the prefect one, courtesy of Good Will Hunting, so, if you'll forgive the incorrect gender pronouns: 'You're not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense: this girl you've met, she's not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other.' I'm definitely not perfect, Kurt, and neither are you, but I know without a doubt that we are perfect for each other. Kurt, my incredible, perfectly imperfect love, will you marry me?"

Kurt jumped forward into Blaine's arms so quickly he nearly knocked the glasses, and his ring, to the floor. "Yes, yes, yes." He buried his face in the crook of Blaine's neck and breathed deeply of the familiar, tangy smell of his cologne. "We are perfect for each other. Pinch-me-I-must-be-dreaming perfect."

They kissed right there, kneeling on the floor of the restaurant, Kurt not even giving a second thought to the state of his expensive designer pants. Then, Kurt pulled back with a pout. "It's not fair! Your proposal was so much better than mine, but I won't have a video so I can relive it over-and-over again."

"Hey! No comparisons! I loved my proposal, thank you very much." Blaine kissed his forehead and nodded towards the back wall, where the waiter was standing discreetly holding a small video camera that was trained on them. "I did want to keep us even in the video evidence department, though."

Kurt smiled at him gratefully. "But this one's just for us, okay?"

"Of course! I had my public spectacle complete with viral video and you have your private moment that's just for us."

"See…perfect."

The sound of the Graduation March pouring from the tiny speakers at the front of the room pulled Kurt from his reverie. He cheered along with the parents as the students filed into the room and waved happily to Siobhan, who was gesturing wildly at him to get his attention. They came in just far enough to get everyone in the door and then lined up against the far wall to wait for their names to be called.

Siobhan had already put Kurt and Blaine on notice that she was going to be their flower girl, but other than that the wedding planning was going to wait a while. Kurt wanted to bask in the glow of being engaged for a while before pulling out the wedding scrapbook he'd been keeping since the second grade (he had a sneaking suspicion he might have a touch of a groomzilla in him and wanted to make sure Blaine had more than enough good things to remember when the possible fangs came out).

Maybe they'd throw an engagement party over the summer to get all their friends and family together to celebrate in the meantime. That seemed simple enough that Kurt could plan it despite his rather full schedule and it could be an excellent place to test the waters on some of his more out-there wedding ideas (okay, so maybe the wedding planning wouldn't be on hold for that long). He'd have to look at their calendars and find some dates that might work.

Kurt watched as Blaine handed the certificates out to the kids in turn, giving each of them a big bear hug before turning to the photographer to grin for the camera. Siobhan, Kurt's partner in crime, was last and he felt a tug at his heart when he saw Blaine surreptitiously wipe a tear away as she skipped over to her parents. Blaine had been keeping up a brave face all week, but Kurt knew it was killing him to see this group of kids moving on.

Kurt knew that the next twenty-to-thirty years would probably proceed in much the same way, with Blaine getting overly attached to each group of students and having his heart break a little when the year ended.

The march of time was often bittersweet.

The presentation ceremony ended and everyone moved to the side of the room for refreshments. Kurt stood by Blaine's side quietly, politely greeting the parents as they came up and congratulated them on their engagement, but trying to make sure that the spotlight stayed on Blaine—it was his night. The kids scampered around reclaiming the drawings and paintings they'd made over the year, jabbering about where they wanted to display them at home.

The crowd dwindled over the next half an hour until, finally, it was just Kurt and Blaine. Blaine glanced around the room, at the cubby holes stripped of their name tags and blank spots on the walls and looked a little lost.

Kurt walked over and bumped him lightly with his hip before sliding his hand down Blaine's arm, intertwining their fingers. "Hi there, handsome. Buy a fella a slice of cheesecake?"

Blaine looked up at him, his expression brightening. "There's Oreos left over if you're still hungry," he teased.

"Would you offer something from The Gap to a man who wants to buy Gucci? Please." Kurt tucked their arms together and tugged Blaine towards the door. "Of course, now I want Oreo cheesecake, so it's your responsibility to find me some." He began to hum the theme to Mission Impossible.

With a flick of his finger, Blaine turned off the classroom lights and reached behind him to pull the door shut as they drifted out into the hallway. "Someday, I'm going to rat out your bad eating habits to all your fans. They'll be appalled."

"Are you kidding?" Kurt said with a dismissive wave. "They'll probably get together and raise money to sign me up for a cheesecake of the month club or something. I'll get cheesecake magnets and recipes wherever I go for the rest of my life. We'll have to rent a bigger apartment just so that I have a room to keep my cheesecake paraphernalia in." They passed a group of teenage girls who stared at them with their mouths open and Kurt waved his Queen Elizabeth wave at them. "Will you still love me when I have a big pot belly and love handles?" he asked as they turned the corner.

"For richer, for poorer, through sickness and in health. I'll love you through gain of weight or loss of hair, through—"

"Hey, hey, hey, who said anything about loss of hair?" Kurt reached up and touched his head to reassure himself that his perfect coif was still there.

"Well, your dad is kind of—"

"Stop. Right. There. Don't even let those words pass your lips. You are well on the way to owing me two slices, mister." They stepped out of the school into the warm air of early summer and Kurt smiled as he saw the sunlight glint off Blaine's ring. "Come on, if you get me a cup of coffee, too, I'll let you regale me with all your plans for making next year's kindergarten class even better than this year."

Blaine tucked Kurt's arm into his as they strolled away. "Well, I do have some ideas."

"And you are going to blow them away. When the kids from this year come back to see you and check in they are going to be so jealous."

"You really think they'll come by to visit?" Blaine asked wistfully.

"I know it. No one can resist Blaine Anderson. It's a scientific fact."

"Well, in that case, how about we skip the cheesecake and go back to the apartment and —"

"Nope, dessert first," Kurt looked around to make sure no one was standing near them before lowering his voice, "fooling around later."

"We've still got Pop Tarts at home."

"No."

"But they're strawberry. My favorite."

"No."

"But—"

"The fooling around is becoming more and more unlikely, Blaine."

Blaine grinned and pulled away until their linked arms became a solid hand hold. He started to walk faster and faster until he was tugging Kurt behind him at almost a jog.

"Woah there! Where's the fire?" Kurt called out as he looked down to see his tie fluttering in the breeze. It pulled at his elaborate tie pin and the delicate material of his shirt beneath, threatening to tear a hole.

"You've only got three hours before you have to be at the theater. We need that cheesecake fast!" Blaine tossed over his shoulder.

Kurt slowed down, forcing Blaine to do the same. As Blaine looked back with a questioning eyebrow raised, Kurt lifted their hands and pressed his lips gently to Blaine's ring. "Don't worry," he said, "we have plenty of time."

And they did. They had the rest of their lives.

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BlaineAnderson: Spent an hour trying to find Oreo cheesecake for TheKurtHummel tonight. The things we do for love. [instagram photo]

Rings! I see both their rings! Quick someone enlarge it!

#Ugly sobbing #i love these idiots

Kurt loves cheesecake? OMG, I have a great idea for his birthday…