It was 5 years later and everything was going well. Kurt had only had one major break down. It was in the middle of his and Blaines first big argument. Neither of them could really remember what it was about - probably something stupid - but it was during their finals and both of them were stressed. There was a lot of shouting, and Blaine raising his voice reminded him so much of his past and he broke down crying. Blaine tried to comfort him, but Kurt just yelled and begged not to be hurt. As soon as Blaine realised what was happening he began apologising immediately and didnt stop until Kurt would let him touch him. He cuddled him, kissed him, apologised profusely, but Kurt couldnt stop crying. Blaine thought for a moment that Kurt was still upset with him, but then Kurt sobbed "Im sorry."

"What are you sorry about, Kurt?" Blaine asked.

"Couples argue all the time. Its normal. I cant even get through some petty argument without breaking down," Kurt explained.

"Kurt, its fine-"

"No! Its not! Its stupid! How am I supposed to do anything when I cant even get through a stupid argument. How am I going to be brave enough to go to New York and follow my dreams if I break down every time you so much as raise your voice?"

Blaine held Kurt tighter, whispering reassuring things in his ear and trying to make him feel better. Afterwards, they talked and agreed that Kurt should go back to therapy for a while. He continued going at least once a fortnight, working with Laurel to heal himself until he graduated, and once he had, he felt brave and courageous and much more ready to take on the world.

Both boys went to New York after graduation. They moved into a crappy apartment, which was barely big enough to fit in their furniture, but they didnt particularly care about the size or the quality. They were just happy to be living with one another, even if some nights they had to don extra sweaters and socks, and cuddle as close as possible in order to keep warm. Even if sometimes, they couldnt get warm water and Kurt complained that his hair wouldnt go the way he wanted it do.

Blaine went to NYU to study music and Kurt went to Parsons to study fashion. The colleges were close, which meant they often spent lunch together and they managed to work out their times so that they would get to see one another as well as study. They both made new friends, but they always made time for each other and even engaged in many double dates.

After graduation, neither of them had much trouble finding work. Kurt had thoroughly enjoyed his internship with and had created a good relationship with Isabelle Wright, an executive at the company. She had managed to get Kurt a job there after talking about how well Kurt had done in his interning and how she knew he would go on to be big. Blaine had received a phone call from Wes after his graduation, explaining that his cousin had a record label, but his wife was due to have a baby and he was struggling to find someone to manage the label. Wes had immediately recommended Blaine and Blaine accepted happily. Overall, both of their careers were going well and they were both happy in the jobs they had.

Their relationship was still strong and Blaine and Kurt both knew that they had met the person they were going to marry one day.

Today was going to be perfect. Blaine knew it. It was their 6th anniversary and he had plans. Big plans. Life changing plans. But all the same, these plans would be what made his dreams come true, if all went right. So when Blaine practically skipped through the door after work, guitar on his back, flowers in hand and a smile on his face, he was confused as to why he heard crying coming from the living room. He set his guitar down in the hall and called out "Kurt?"

"Blaine?" he heard Kurt call back, and the scene instantly reminded him of high school.

"Kurt, are you okay?" Blaine asked as he walked into the living room. Sure enough, Kurt was curled up on the couch, pen and sketchbook abandoned on the floor and his face wet with tears. He wiped furiously at his eyes with his sleeves, but didnt change his protective position.

"I... I dont know," Kurt admitted.

Blaine sat down on the couch next to him and Kurt immediately curled into him, wrapping his arms around his waist and settling his face into Blaines shoulder. Blaine felt the tears dripping onto his shirt and he squeezed Kurt. "Kurt, youre scaring me. Whats wrong?"

"Have you seen the news?" Kurt asked, his voice muffled by Blaines shirt.

"No, why?"

Kurt lifted his head, found the remote control and rewound the news programme that was playing until he reached the correct point. He then pressed play.

"In other news, the body of Anthony Richardson was found in his home in Ohio this morning. He was murdered by his partner of 4 years, Alex Hughes, who he shares the home with." A photo of both the man murdered, and his murderer appeared on the screen. Of course, Blaine instantly recognised one of them. "Police believe that Hughes stabbed Richardson several times in the chest. Friends and family admit that they believe Anthony was being abused by his partner, but when they questioned him it was denied. Upon arrest, Hughes said He was so pathetic. Really I was doing him a favour. Its what he deserved. An investigation is being carried out, but police say its very likely that Hughes will be put away for life."

As the presenter went on to talk about another news story, Kurt stabbed at the remote to turn the TV off altogether.

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine whispered, tightening his grip on his boyfriend.

"Dont you get it Blaine? It could have been me! It would have been me, had you not saved me!" Kurt sobbed.

"Kurt, babe, no. You would have gotten out eventually, whether or not you had me," Blaine assured him. "You were stronger than you thought you were."

"No, I was weak. I still am. I mean, the mere thought of what if is enough to make me break down." Kurt looked from where he rested on Blaines chest to the flowers which Blaine had places next to himself on the couch. "Crap, I completely ruined our anniversary. I had flowers for you and I had the whole night planned. We were going to get dinner and come home and put on a movie which we wouldnt end up watching anyway and Ive ruined it before we even-"

Blaine cut him off with a finger to his lips. "Stop. You havent ruined it. As long as I have you it could never be ruined. Now heres what were going to do. Were going to go out and get dinner and then come home and put on that movie which we wont end up watching and youre not going to think about sad things. Todays a happy day, yeah?"

"Couldnt be happier. Six years with the most amazing man Ive ever met," Kurt answered, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I thought thats what I was celebrating," Blaine smirked.

"Love you," whispered Kurt, his face all of a sudden so close to Blaines, there lips inches apart.

"Love you too," replied Blaine, closing the distance and pecking Kurt on the lips. "Now come on. Youre picking where we eat!"

They decided on a little Italian restaurant which they had already been to many times and adored. They did everything as cliche and cheesy as possible; shared their food, fed one another and exchanged kisses over the table. They were halfway through a cheesecake when Blaine looked up and asked "Are you still upset?"

Kurts eyes widened as they met with Blaines and he forced himself to swallow his mouthful of food.

"Oh, not really. I guess it was a bit of a shock and it didnt help that I was alone. Thats all in the past now. Now I have you and thats all I need. You make me happy," Kurt said, his lips tugging up in a slight smile.

"Im glad," Blaine smiled. "Want me to ask for the check whilst we finish this and we can take a walk around central park?"

"Someones being a romantic tonight," Kurt commented.

"You make me want to be romantic," Blaine said with a smile. He paid the bill and they finished their cheesecake and, as suggested, they walked in the direction of central park. They held hands as they talked, admiring the scenery and the beauty of the park. However, there journey was stopped short when Blaine stopped walking and turned Kurt to face him.

"Hey, do you remember this spot?" Blaine asked, nodding in the direction of the spot of grass next to them.

"How could I forget?" Kurt chuckled. It was where they had had there first date in New York. It had been quite similar to their first date, a picnic just with less fairy lights and trees. They had sat for hours, eating and talking and kissing. They had lay on the grass and looked up at the stars together and they had made out, before returning to their home, not wanting things to go too far in the middle of a public park.

"You know, that was the exact point that I realised I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I already knew, but it just suddenly dawned on me, as I watched you that night, that one day I would marry you, and if you disagreed and dumped me one day then I could never find anyone who I would love as much as you," Blaine said, playing with Kurts fingers in his hand.

"Well youre lucky you dont have to look because Im not leaving anytime soon," Kurt replied with a smile.

"I kind of hoped youd say that," Blaine smiled. He momentarily let go of Kurts hand to reach into this pocket and retrieve a small velvet box. He took Kurts hand again and shot him a grin before dropping to one knee.

"Oh my God," Kurt gasped. "Is this what I think it is?"

"Lets see." Blaine cleared his throat a little, drawing a small giggle from Kurt. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. I have been with you for 6 years now, and those 6 years have been the happiest years of my life. I didnt realise what I was missing until you came along and showed me everything I could have. Youre my best friend - no matter how much Wes insists he holds that title - and youre my soulmate. Weve been through thick and thin together and survived so far. I know we have so much more to come, but I also know that no matter what happens were going to be okay. I love you more than anything and I want to be with you until the day I die. Kurt, will you marry me?" Blaine opened the box to reveal the most beautiful piece of jewellry Kurt had ever seen. It was a simple white gold band with an intricate pattern around the whole ring, like vines entwining and twisting.

"You..." Kurt managed to breathe out. Blaine smiled and nodded. Kurt immediately threw his arms around Blaines neck and squeezed him tightly. Blaine had to hold on extra tight to the ring in order to not drop it.

"Is that a yes?" Blaine queried.

"You honestly think Id say no? Of course its a yes, you moron," Kurt exclaimed. He let go of Blaine and held out his hand expectantly. Blaine took the ring from the box and slid it onto Kurts finger. "Perfect fit," Kurt commented.

"I tried my best. It would be awful if I got one that didnt fit," Blaine chuckled.

"Im glad I have a fiance who is so smart then," Kurt said with a grin.

"Fiance," Blaine repeated. "Youre my fiance. That sounds so good."

"Know what will sound better?" asked Kurt. Blaine raised his eyebrows to signal for Kurt to continue. "Husband."

"Youre very much correct," Blaine grinned.

"Love you," Kurt said.

"And I love you," Blaine returned. And with that, they kissed, slowly and gently, both trying to show each other just how much love they shared. That night, they went home and put on the movie that they never planned to watch, instead preferring to spend the night kissing and cuddling and continuing to show the love they had for one another. There would come a time when they had to start phoning their friends and family to tell them the news, but that night was for them only.

Kurt and Blaine had both had a life full of soaring highs and depressing lows, but, with the help of each other, it looks like things were going to work out better than either of them could have ever imagined.