After a few days in New York, Blaine realized that waking up next to Kurt was probably his favorite thing in the world. Kurt always woke up with sparkling eyes and pouting lips that just needed to be kissed. After waking up and taking extremely long to get dressed, they would go downstairs for breakfast and then explore New York. They always ended up in Central Park sometime in the afternoon. They snuggled, kissed and talked until they became too hungry. They would go eat something cheap, go back to their hotel room and fall asleep rather early. It was the same routine three days in a row. Both of them had never been as happy before. Everything was exciting and wonderful.

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Kurt was awoken on the fourth day by a terrible noise. He turned around in the bed and reached for his phone. The noise was coming from there. An alarm was set for 5am. I didn’t set that alarm, Kurt thought. He turned to ask his boyfriend about it, but Blaine wasn’t there. The bed felt cold and empty. He groaned and yawned. He would go look for Blaine soon, but not after at least one more hour of sleep. He was just about to fall back asleep when he noticed something. A piece of paper was lying where Blaine used to be. He took it and forced his mind to concentrate long enough to read it.

Kurt,

These last couple of days have been wonderful, but they have also been very similar to each other. I want to make today special. I set your alarm to five and I don’t want you to go back to sleep. Take a shower and then dress up in your best outfit. Go downstairs, eat breakfast and then tell the receptionist “Blaine Anderson told me to go here”. Don’t even think about calling me because I won’t pick up. Just do what I say, alright?

I love you.

Blaine

Kurt squealed. This was really amazing. Although, Blaine could have chosen a better time of the day. But no, this was perfect and romantic. Kurt just knew it was, even though he had no idea what Blaine was up to yet. He got up quickly and showered fast. He had to wash his hair though so it took a bit longer. He tied a towel around his waist and walked back to the room. He spent a while thinking about different outfits he could wear. He wanted to look his very, very best. Eventually, he decided on tight, black jeans, a grey, equally tight shirt which had half long sleeves and a black vest on top of it. He eyed himself in the mirror. He looked really good. The jeans made his legs look longer than usual and his ass looked fantastic. The shirt hugged his chest beautifully. Blaine would love it. He styled his hair to perfection and then went downstairs to eat a quick breakfast. He finished and walked up to the reception.

“Excuse me,” he said. “Uh.. Blaine Anderson told me to come here?” He said it like a question, which made the dark haired girl laugh.

“I’m sure he did.” She handed over a small note. Kurt read it eagerly.

Kurt,

You made it this far, congrats! :)

Now, go to the coffee shop around the corner and order for both of us. You’ll know what to do after that.

I love you.

Blaine

Kurt made a small jump of excitement. This was like a treasure hunt! He practically ran out of the hotel, around the corner and into the shop. It was already open, even though it was just 6.30am.

“Hi, I’d like a non-fat mocha and a medium drip, please.” The boy nodded and smiled as Kurt paid. Along with the recite, he got another piece of paper. He looked at it.

Kurt,

You’re almost there now! Bring the coffee with you and walk to Central Park. Go to the tree we usually sit under. I’ll see you soon.

I love you.

Blaine

He walked all the way to the park and then found the tree. He stopped there and looked around. Now what? He waited for a few moments and was just about to call Blaine anyway when he heard something. A guitar, and then a smooth voice singing.

“There are no words to paint a picture of you, boy. Your eyes, those curves, it’s like you’re from some other world. You walk my way, oh God, it’s so frustrating.” Blaine was serenading him in Central Park. Kurt was breathless. Blaine looked absolutely stunning. His black curls were tamed, but not with as much gel as he usual. His chest was covered by a thin, black t-shirt and below the shirt, a pair of tight, navy blue pants that ended by his ankles. Blaine started walking around Kurt with his guitar and sang every word truthfully.

“So why do I disappear when you come near, it makes me feel so small. Why do I blow my lines most every time like I’ve got no chance at all? If I could be a Superman, I’d fly you to the stars and back again. ‘Cause every time you touch my hand, you feel my powers running through your veins. But I can only write this song and tell you that I’m not that strong. ‘Cause I’m no Superman, I hope you like me as I am.” Blaine sang the lyrics like he had never meant to say anything other than it. It was beautiful. The park was rather empty and then were alone by their tree. It was a gorgeous morning. The sun made Blaine’s skin glow and his smile was almost blinding. Kurt just stood there, unable to move and watched his boyfriend.

“It ain’t no lie, I have to tell you how I feel. But each time that I try, it gets a little more unreal. You say my name, oh God, I can’t stop shaking. So why do I disappear when you come near, it makes me feel so small. If I could read your mind, boy would I find and trace of me at all?” God yes. If Blaine could read his mind, he’d probably be so shocked he’d break up with Kurt right on the spot. Kurt was so overwhelmed by love that he didn’t know what to say or do. He was lost in Blaine’s voice and eyes. Blaine sang the chorus two more times and then finished the song.

“’Cause I’m no Superman… I hope you like me as I am.” He put down the guitar and leaned it against the tree. He walked up to a crying Kurt and took his hands in his own.

“Kurt Hummel, you are everything. Absolutely everything. I love you so much that I feel like my heart is going to explode sometimes because it can’t possibly hold all the love I have for you. I think we’re kind of too young to get engaged so this isn’t a proposal, but…” Blaine took up a silver ring from his pocket and got down on one knee.

“I want you to wear this as a proof of us. You’ll be here next year, but I won’t. This will be like carrying around a part of me all the time. It’s a promise ring. If you accept this ring, you promise that no matter what happens this year, we will stay faithful to each other. I believe in us. I believe in you. I believe in me. I believe that we can make it. So, Kurt Hummel,” He took Kurt’s hand and looked up. “Will you wear this ring as a reminder of our love and a promise that everything is going to be okay, even when we’re apart?” Kurt couldn’t seem to find his voice, it was all so much. Did he want this? Hell yes. He would say yes if Blaine proposed to him right now, too. But this was better. A promise ring was perfect. Kurt found himself nodding without really thinking about it. Blaine smiled and slid the ring onto his finger before standing up and hugging him close. They just stood there while Kurt sobbed happily into Blaine’s shoulder. Then he pulled back a little and kissed the other boy hard. Blaine was taken aback by the kiss, but then pressed himself even closer and kissed him back. They stood there for a while. Minutes passed by and eventually, their lips were completely swollen from all the kissing. Kurt let out a giggle as he looked down at his ring.

“Thank you so much. It’s absolutely perfect.”

“You are perfect,” said Blaine and grinned. He pressed one more kiss to Kurt’s sore lips. “Here, lie down with me.” Kurt did so and relaxed immediately in Blaine’s strong arms.

“Mmm… I wish we could stay here forever,” Kurt mumbled.

“Yeah, me too,” said Blaine dreamily and pulled the other boy closer. “But you’ll be here all next year. It will be amazing for you.” The younger boy smiled sadly.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I wish it was both of us though. Why did you have to be such a baby?” he asked with a teasing grin. Blaine poked him in the side.

“Hey! That’s not my fault.” He pouted and looked at the other boy with wide puppy eyes. Blaine looked so god damn cute like that. Dammit. Kurt couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing the pout away.

“Sorry,” he said quietly. “What I wanted to say was that I would love for us to live here together one day. Maybe…” He looked at Blaine through his lashes and blushed. “Maybe we could start a family here… If- If that’s what you want. I mean, we don’t have to have kids if you don’t want to and well, I want to, but not unless-“ Blaine cut him off with a kiss.

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve always wanted one boy and one girl.” Kurt’s reaction was better than anything Blaine had ever seen. His whole face lit up and then he threw himself at his boyfriend.

“Oh, Blaine! I love you so much!” he pressed kisses all over Blaine’s face. The boy just laughed.

“I love you too.”

They lay there for a long time, just holding each other and enjoying the silence. The city was waking up around them, but the two boys were oblivious to all of it.

Eventually, Blaine reached for his camera.

“Would you be my model?” he asked and stood up, grinning.

“Yes!” Kurt squealed happily and got up on his feet. “Where do you want me?”

“Here, lean against the tree.” Kurt did so and looked into the camera with a small smile on his lips. Blaine fixed some settings and snapped a few pictures before changing the angle or telling Kurt to change position, then he did it all over again. They spent the entire day taking pictures. Kurt was Blaine’s model in every situation. Most of the photos were taken in Central Park though, under their favorite tree. At ten in the evening, they ended up there again, under the tree. Kurt took the camera from Blaine’s hands and turned his boyfriend’s face to kiss him.

“Wha- hmm…” was the reaction Blaine gave him. Kurt snapped a quick picture of them and then looked at it and laughed.

“We look so happy,” he grinned.

“We are happy.” Blaine took the camera and took a picture when he kissed Kurt’s cheek. The older boy stole the camera again and then he kissed Blaine fiercely and snapped a number of pictures. He put the camera down to the grass, never breaking the kiss. His tongue danced inside Blaine’s mouth and Blaine responded by moaning softly and pressing his lips to Kurt’s even harder.

“Mmm… You know what I think?” Blaine mumbled between soft kisses.

“Tell me…”

“I think we should take this back to the hotel and continue there…” Kurt grinned against Blaine’s lips.

“I think that sounds like an excellent idea.”