Kurt and Blaine agreed to have a simple Valentine's Day celebration. They made dinner reservations at a cozy, romantic restaurant that was a splurge for them but not terribly expensive. Aside from that, they planned to have a quiet night together at home.

And as for the day leading up to that dinner plan, it was just an ordinary school day. Various students at NYADA were being surprised with flowers and candy and cards by established significant others or new crushes throughout the day. Kurt smiled to see it happen, in the lunch room, in the halls on his way to class, in the big open atrium in the center of the building.

He was walking into that area on his way from one class to the next when the opening notes of a song rang out. He turned his head to look, and saw members of a brass band gathered in one corner, playing their instruments. "Love, love, love," a girl's voice rang out.

Kurt thrilled with excitement. Someone was being serenaded! This would be a treat to watch.

"Love, love, love," another voice sang, this one belonging to a man. Kurt turned to scan the crowd for the singer, but a third voice interrupted his search. "Love, love, love," another girl sang.

Kurt furrowed his brow. Was this a flashmob? Had someone planned a flashmob at NYADA and not invited him? He huffed, stepping a little bit further into the room. He knew the song, of course. Everyone knew the Beatles. Maybe the dance would be easy enough that he could join in even without rehearsals. Still, he wished he'd been included in the planning for this kind of thing. He wondered who had organized it.

"There's nothing you can do that can't be done." This voice was familiar. Too familiar. This was Blaine. Blaine walking out of the crowd all the way across the atrium, dressed in a bright yellow suit, headed directly toward Kurt one confident step at a time.

Kurt's jaw dropped open.

He really should not have been surprised. When had Blaine ever missed the opportunity for a good serenade? He walked out into the middle of the room, and Kurt stepped up to meet him halfway. He watched, delighted and a bit embarrassed, as friends and strangers danced around the two of them and Blaine sang. Rachel and Santana appeared, huge smiles on their faces, and led Kurt on a little tour around the room so he would see all the best dance moves as they happened.

What Kurt definitely didn't expect was that as the final notes of the song dropped away, Blaine got down on one knee. He produced a ring box from somewhere and, opening it, held it out to Kurt.

"Kurt Hummel," Blaine said, his eyes shining with more love than could possibly be contained by one person, "I love you. I've always loved you. I think, when I met you, my soul knew something that my mind and body didn't know yet. It knew that our hands were meant to hold each other, fearlessly and forever. Which is why it's never really felt like I've been getting to know you. It's always felt like I was remembering you from something. As if every lifetime you and I have lived, we've chosen to come back and find each other and fall in love all over again, over and over for all eternity. And I just feel lucky that I found you so soon in this lifetime, because all I want to do, all I've ever wanted to do, is spend my life loving you. So Kurt Hummel, my amazing friend, my one true love, will you marry me?"

Kurt swooned, his legs nearly giving way, because no matter how much of a ridiculous display this was, it was the most romantic speech he had ever heard in his life. He heard several people say "awww" quietly in the crowd.

"Blaine, sweetie, this is lovely, but you do realize we're already ..." engaged. Married.

Blaine grinned up at him. "I remember what you said to me back when I first moved to New York. That you wouldn't marry any man who didn't sweep you off your feet with a grand, romantic marriage proposal. I believe you specifically mentioned that you wanted a song. I didn't want to deprive you of that just because we got engaged on the spur of the moment on New Year's."

Kurt grinned right back. "You do realize I was teasing you, right? And that I already agreed to marry you and I'm already wearing an engagement ring?"

"One that you bought for me!" Blaine said. "So give that one back to me, and wear this one instead."

Kurt slid the bow tie ring off his finger and took the one Blaine offered. "Yes, Blaine. Yes, I will marry you."

The crowd applauded, and Blaine stood back up to kiss him.

And then Kurt got down on one knee. He held up the bow tie ring that he'd just removed from his own finger. "And will you marry me?" he asked.

"Absolutely," Blaine answered.