“…Blaine Anderson, will you marry me?” Blaine felt like he may faint, he and Kurt had just had dinner, celebrating the fact that they had known each other for five years at this point, and were now walking home the long way, going through the park a few streets over, and Kurt was on one knee down in front of him, holding up a silver engagement ring.

“Yes, of course, of course I’ll marry you,” Blaine said, grabbing Kurt’s hands and pulling him up into a kiss, where Kurt blindly grabbed his left hand and slipped the ring on his finger.

Yeah, they were young (Kurt had just turned twenty-one), but as Blaine said in Miss Pillsbury’s office a few years previously, Kurt was the love of his life after all.