Two Years Later...

The years had been kind to Kurt and Blaine. After a popular food network special, Bee's sky rocketed from a local favorite to one of the city's most popular bakeries. Blaine had even been commissioned to make a cook book of the bakery's highlights. Santana's career has also bloomed meaning that Kurt was able to make somewhat of a name for himself as a music video director. He was still waiting for his big break, but he was finally able to quit his job with Cooper and do freelance directing full time. What Mike had neglected to tell anyone, was that he was planning to propose the same night as Kurt and Blaine's first Valentine's Day. They were married that fall and Kurt and Marion moved in with Blaine in Mike's stead.

Given the maddening complication of the beginning of their relationship, it was a relief how simple they found it to be together. Their relationship was comfortable without being boring and they were solid, well deserved constants in each other's lives. Tina liked to joke that it wasn't if they got married it was when. Their relationship wasn't ostentatious or showy. The couple preferred small, warm gestures that made each other smile to huge displays of their affection and it showed on a snowy evening in mid January when Blaine was putting the finishing touches on the first draft of his cook book. He had taken the day off to pour through his recipe card box (Kurt had tried and failed to get him to go digital) and he was just putting everything away when he heard his boyfriend come through the front door.

"It's really coming down out there," Kurt said, brushing snow off his jacket and hanging it up on the hook by the door. "I think my eyelashes are frozen."

Blaine laughed as he walked over to him, forgoing their usual peck on the lips and giving a kiss to each of Kurt's eyelids, "did that help?" he asked, voice full of amusement.

"I suppose it didn't hurt," Kurt said, making his way into the kitchen. "I know we were supposed to go out tonight, but I thought maybe we could harken back to your bachelor days and make a frozen pizza instead. I really don't want to go back out there. I thought we could pig out on whatever we have lying around and catch up on our shows."

Blaine looked a little longingly out the window. He had plans! They were supposed to use their reservations to celebrate what he was about to do, but that look out the window proved that no matter how much he wanted to, there was no way they were making it to that little Italian place that Kurt loved. He heaved a sigh that he hoped his disappointment wasn't too obvious, "I suppose you're right," Blaine said, moving to put his recipe box away. They could celebrate with a dinner out another night. He'd waited too long for this, and now that he actually thought about it, a night in might end up being much more desirable given the circumstances. "I'm just going to go grab something from our room. You don't mind popping the pizza in?"

"Yeah, I got it," Kurt said preheating the oven and taking the Friday New York Times over to the table to do a little reading. He noticed that Blaine had forgotten one of his index cards on the table, "Honey, you left one of your recipe cards out. I keep telling you if you put it on the computer you won't have to worry about loosing them!"

"One second, Kurt," Blaine called from the bedroom. He pocketed the ring and gave himself one last encouraging look in the mirror, "show time," he said to his reflection.

"Actually," Blaine said, gently taking the newspaper from Kurt's hand and replacing it with his own as he sat down next to him and scooted his chair up close. "I left it there on purpose." Kurt looked at Blaine questioningly, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in a gesture that urged Blaine to explain himself. "Kurt, I don't think I need to tell you how much my life has changed since I met you. These past few years have been without question the best of my life. You are the love of my life, the reason I get up in the morning, and the reason I can't wait to come home from work every day. I don't know what's going to happen for the rest of my life, but I know for sure that I want you by my side."

Blaine picked up the loose card and pressed it into Kurt's hand. On the top, written in Blaine's neat handwriting is said 'Grandma Anderson's Famous Sticky Buns.' Kurt stared wide eyed as Blaine sunk to the floor on one knee, "Oh god, Blaine."

"Kurt, would you please do me the honor of becoming my husband?" Blaine asked opening his palm to reveal a simple platinum band. Kurt stared with his mouth open, shocked and elated. The silence made Blaine nervous though and he started to ramble, "I...I know this isn't really the ideal night, and I wanted to take you out after, and I didn't even get you flowers or any..."

Kurt, in a move reminiscent of their first, shut Blaine up with a kiss. He finally pulled away, leaving his hands on either side of Blaine's face, "Blaine, of course I'll marry you. I can't wait to be your husband."