Blaine let himself fall backward onto the bed, naked. The apartment was sweltering in the late-August heat, and their cooling-off break from unpacking had backfired when it turned into yet another opportunity for frantic, celebratory sex. He spread his limbs, trying to expose as much surface area to the insufficient ceiling fan as possible.

Kurt reached up from the floor to snag his glass of lemonade from the cardboard box where he'd left it. "I just had sex with my husband in our apartment," he said aloud, savoring the sound of the words before gulping down some of the lemonade.

"You're never going to get tired of saying that," Blaine said, giggling.

"Nope," Kurt agreed happily. "Let's pretend that I've just kissed you on the cheek right now, because getting all the way up to reach you seems much too difficult."

"I can't believe we made it," Blaine said, his voice full of wonder. "Two months married, and nobody has figured it out."

"Kind of miraculous."

Blaine rolled over on his side and propped his head up on his hand to have a better angle to look at Kurt on the floor. "So, when do you think we should have the wedding? I mean, the one we invite everyone to."

Kurt arched an eyebrow playfully. "Don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you haven't even proposed to me, and already you're talking about setting a date for the wedding!"

"I don't need to propose to you. We're already married," Blaine said.

"That is no excuse for not wooing me properly."

"You proposed to me!" Blaine objected.

"All the more reason for you to do it this time!"

"Fine," Blaine said, pretending to grumble. "Will you marry me?"

Kurt sat up and put his hands on his hips, which looked rather ridiculous given that he was completely naked and still sweaty. "What kind of a proposal is that? Naked, sweaty, surrounded by half-unpacked cardboard boxes? I certainly wouldn't marry any man who didn't sweep me off my feet with a grand marriage proposal, including a romantic setting and flowers or a song or something like that. And definitely a ring. Go big or go home."

Blaine snorted. "I can't believe you just rejected me."

Kurt leaned forward and kissed him. "I didn't reject you, sweetie. But you only get to get engaged to the love of your life once—"

"Twice," Blaine said in a sarcastic tone, but he had a smile on his face.

"—and I want us to do this right." Kurt paused. "Besides, this whole thing is kind of like a show. We need to perform it in public, for the benefit of our friends and family."

Blaine wrinkled his forehead. "What do you mean?"

"We can't leap into telling them we're engaged. We just moved in together today! We've only been back together for two months, and we spent almost all of that time living in different cities. It would look almost as irresponsible as what we actually did."

Blaine thought about this. "That's true ... but I hate keeping this a secret. It's hard and it feels like lying. I want to have the wedding as soon as we can. Like, this Christmas would be good."

"I wish we could, Love, but that's just way too soon."

Blaine pouted.

"Look," Kurt said, moving to sit beside him on the bed. "What would you think if Finn and Rachel got back together and then announced that they were getting married less than six months later?"

"I'd think they were crazy."

"Exactly," Kurt said. "And I don't want to be dealing with a bunch of people trying to convince us that we're moving too fast. I want them all to be genuinely happy for us, not trying to talk us out of it."

"So, what kind of timeline would you suggest?"

"Well, the most responsible thing to do would be to date for at least a year before getting engaged," Kurt said.

"A year?! You must be joking."

"And then get married after we graduate."

"What? There's no way we can keep this thing secret for four years."

"Oh, no, definitely not," Kurt said. "That would be the most responsible path. The question is how much time we can shave off that before people start to be concerned."

Blaine rolled over onto his back. "How about getting married next summer? That way the wedding and the honeymoon won't interfere with classes."

"Summer is so not my season," Kurt complained. "I was thinking New Year's."

Blaine brightened. "That's only a week later than my Christmas plan that you hated, though."

"New Year's Eve of next year. December 31, 2014."

Blaine groaned.

"It takes at least six months to plan the kind of wedding I have in mind, so you could propose sometime in the spring or early summer," Kurt continued. "Ooh! You could propose on our anniversary! It would be so sweet and romantic and it would be this little secret between the two of us!"

"How about on Valentine's Day?" Blaine suggested.

"Well, somebody's an eager beaver," Kurt teased.

"Oh, good grief."

"Valentine's Day it is, then," Kurt said. He stretched out on the bed next to Blaine.

"So much for making it a surprise," Blaine joked.

"I promise to act extremely surprised," Kurt assured him. "Can we have more sex now?"