The first thing Kurt noticed when he woke up was the lack of Blaine's warm body beside him. He sat up in bed, stretching and rubbing his eyes, and was startled by the sound of a wooden box snapping shut. He dropped his hands and looked over at the dresser, where Blaine was looking back at him with a guilty expression on his face and something hidden behind his back.

"Why were you going through my jewelry box?" Kurt asked. "I'm certain none of my accessories are to your taste. And if you did want to borrow something, you could just ask."

"No, no, it's not for me! It's ..." Blaine rushed back to the bed and dropped to one knee. He held out a ring from behind his back. "Will you marry me?"

Kurt couldn't keep the wide grin from his face, but this situation definitely called for some teasing. "Okay, first of all, I said yes last night. And second of all, that's my ring. You can't propose to me with my own ring! And third, that's an Alexander McQueen, which means it has a skull on it, and no matter how much that is a very me motif, I am not having a skull on my engagement ring."

Blaine looked wounded. "I admit that a skull maybe isn't the best symbol, but I wanted to propose with a real ring, and you don't have that many of them. Why do you wear so many brooches and hardly any rings?"

"It's my own ring, Blaine! You can't propose to me with jewelry that's already mine!"

"I'll get you a new one later, I just ... I wanted you to have a ring when we tell your parents."

That thought had not crossed Kurt's mind yet. Finn had been at the party last night, so he knew what had happened. That meant they needed to tell Burt and Carole quickly, before Finn accidentally let something slip. "There's ... go back and open the box." Kurt waited for Blaine to get up and walk over there. "Lift up the top layer, and then there's a little indent area with a couple of rings. There's a bow tie one, do you see it?"

"Yes ... I love it! I've never seen you wear this one." Blaine plucked it carefully out of the box, then replaced the top layer and put the skull ring back where he'd found it.

"It was going to be a present for you, actually. I bought it right before we broke up, and then ... I don't know, I could never bring myself to wear it, but I couldn't get rid of it, either. I think maybe we could repurpose it now?"

Blaine turned around, his eyes full of bittersweet love.

"Come back and ask again," Kurt said softly.

Blaine dropped to his knees beside the bed again. "I love you so much, Kurt. I want to be with you and only you for the rest of my life. Please tell me that I make you as happy as you make me. Please ... will you be my husband?"

"Yes, Blaine, yes I will." Their eyes shone as Blaine slid the ring onto Kurt's finger.

"I love you," Kurt whispered.

"I love you, too."

Kurt bent down from where he was sitting on the bed to kiss Blaine, kneeling on the floor. Their lips met softly, lovingly, as perfectly as possible.

They broke apart and Blaine sat back on his heels. "It feels kind of weird to be down here and not giving you a blowjob.

Kurt threw his head back and laughed. "Great, now you've completely ruined this story for when we tell our grandchildren.

Blaine leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against Kurt's thigh. "We'll leave this part out."

"Are we also going to leave out the part where we're already married?"

Blaine looked up and put a finger to his lips. "Shhhh!"

"I'll be very, very quiet," Kurt promised.

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It was hours before they finished showering and dressing and finally made their way downstairs. Carole looked up from the novel she was reading. "Good morning, boys," she said cheerily.

"Morning, Carole," Kurt said. "Where's Dad?"

"He just went into the kitchen to make some more coffee." She raised her voice. "Hon? Kurt and Blaine are up! Make extra coffee!"

"'Bout time," Burt grumbled from the kitchen.

"When you come back, we have something to tell you two," Kurt said.

Carole leapt up from the couch. "Oh my god oh my god! Are you getting married?! Are you engaged?!"

"Way to steal my thunder," Kurt said.

"I knew it! I knew it!" She nearly knocked Kurt over with the force of her full-body hug.

Burt ambled in from the kitchen. "'Bout time," he said again, leaning against the doorframe, trying unsuccessfully to hide the grin on his face.

Blaine laughed so hard he had to sit down on the floor and take loud wheezing gasps of breath between convulsive fits.

"What's so funny?" Carole asked. "Why is this so funny? Stand up so I can hug you! Why are you laughing like that?"

Kurt looked down at Blaine's trembling form, then looked back up to Carole. He bit his lip, trying to keep from breaking out into unstoppable laughter himself. "Oh ... we were just worried you'd say we were rushing into things too soon."

Burt chuckled. "You two were bound to get married sooner or later, and everybody knows it. What's the point in waiting?"

Carole bounced up and down. "Tell me all the details! Who proposed to who? I bet it was so romantic! Was it planned or spur of the moment? I have to know!"

Blaine managed to look up at Kurt with a terrified glance before he convulsed in another round of laughter.

Kurt looked at Carole. "It's kind of a long story. Maybe we should wait until Blaine remembers how to breathe."