"Oh my god, Blaine! Look! They still have a council with gavel and all!" They just entered the room where they used to practice as Warblers and fair enough, the council table is set, a gravel lying in the middle.

"What did happen to this school? Wes would never have allowed such a travesty." Blaine says grinning, taking the gavel and pointing dramatically at Kurt.

"You could say akangaroo court." Kurt says giggling in his worst Trent impression, before falling down on one of the couches. "Mhh I remember this couch fondly. I remember making out on it after Warblers practice."

"Do you, now?" Blaine places the gavel back on the table and sits down next to Kurt, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. Kurt leans his head on Blaine's shoulder and smiles, letting his gaze drift around the room.

"You know, it was a great idea to come back here. We haven't been here since the end of my sophomore year. Together I mean... and after you were gone this place lost a lot of its magic to me. A lot of its appeal..."Blaine sighed.

Kurt sits up straight. "Did you ever regret that you left?" Blaine answers without a moment of hesitation. "There was a time I did. It was short and painful but in the end it wasn't that I missed the Warblers so much as that I couldn't bear to be around McKinley and our friends. I felt lonely and after having spent the happiest year of my life there with you, every inch of that school ripped my heart out with regret over what I had destroyed."

"Oh, Blaine." Kurt says, his voice a little raw before he cups Blaine's face and kisses him tenderly. Kurt pulls back after a few seconds, smiling as Blaine opens his eyes. He pecks him on the mouth once more before leaning in, cuddling back into Blaine's embrace.

"It did get better once Sam talked me out of going back and well, after you started talking to me again. It gave me hope and I... even though I still felt so much regret, the school also kept me busy. Besides, when I think about the Warblers of my junior and senior year I'm really glad that I transferred..." Kurt chuckles.

"Sebastian would have eaten you alive. Poor little Blainey alone in his dorm bed at night..." Blaine shivers unpleasantly.

"Not funny! Besides, Hunter was way scarier. Be happy that you never met him. Although I'm sure you would have handled him without any problem."

"Please, the canary shuts his little beak when the cat comes along." Blaine chuckles.

"Are you going to start purring now?"

"If you scratch my ears...?"

"Mhh I might save that for later. And as I said: my junior year at McKinley with you was the happiest of all my school years."

"I damn well hope so." Kurt says before getting up with a huff. "Come on old man, we still have some memories to revisit?" Kurt pulls Blaine up by his hand.

"Do you want to drag me into a deserted hallway and make out with me pressed against a wall? Because I do have several, if not many good memories of that happening." Blaine nudges Kurt's shoulder playfully, walking ahead grinning widely and Kurt can't resist slapping his butt as the opportunity occurs.

"Behave, Kurt." Blaine chides playfully and Kurt rolls his eyes at him.

"Whatever, come on." They walk down the hallways, randomly stopping at classrooms or windows, looking out into the gardens as they reach a staircase, flooded by the natural sunlight coming in from the glass dome.

"The staircase where we met." Blaine says, feeling giddy for some reason. "Say back then. Did you pick me by random or did you just go for the best looking one?"

Kurt rolls his eyes again, unable to hide his grin as he walks towards the stairs.

"Oh, no. I had a plan in mind. It was all mapped out. I made charts and profiles of all the Warblers and then I went boyfriend hunting, disguising it all as some scam for my glee club. Worked out quite well if I might add."

Kurt turns around half way up the staircase and grins down at Blaine and Blaine's breath catches in his throat.

They have come such a long way since that day. In good and bad. They have hurt each other and supported each other. They were friend, lover and comfort. They grew together and apart and now this beautiful man stands in front of him where years ago stood an adorable boy, the same piercing blue eyes, the same smile but with a new confidence and a different thrive to his step.

Before Blaine can think about what he is doing, he has climbed up the stairs and fallen down on one knee in front of Kurt, taking the hand that is not resting on the stair rail.

"Blaine... what?" Kurt tries to start, his eyes big but Blaine shushes him.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. I will never forget the moment when I saw your beautiful face for the first time. I'm forever grateful that you for some reason decided to ask me what was going on and today I have a very different question for you, on the staircase we met. Kurt, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"

Kurt is speechless for a moment, his eyes wide as he stares down at the big warm eyes of his boyfriend.

"N-no." He stutters and Blaine feels his heart break.

"No?" He mouths and he can feel himself getting dizzy. Did he read every single sign wrong? Is Kurt not ready to promise him forever? Was all the talking and planning just that? Like children playing house?

"No... I mean yes, Blaine. Wait that wasn't the plan." Kurt says agitatedly.

"Plan?" Blaine repeats weekly.

"Yes, Blaine. Plan. Wait a sec." Kurt retreats his hand from Blaine's hold to open his coat and search something. After a moment he pulls out a small box, Tiffany blue.

Blaine's eyes widen as Kurt opens the box and shows him what is inside.

"You sort of stole my fire here." Kurt smiles and sits down on the stairs, not able to kneel but still trying to be at least on eye level with Blaine.

"Blaine Devon Anderson. Willyoudomethe honor of becoming my husband?"

Blaine's gaze is fixed on the silver band in the box, small and beautiful, one small diamond in the centre, sparkling in the light.

"I asked first." Blaine mumbles, eyes still not leaving the ring.

Kurt chuckles above him.

"Well, you don't have a ring so I guess I get to ask."

"I... Kurt..." Blaine's eyes finally leave the box and fix hisfiancé'seyes. "Yes! Of course! Yes! I thought you'd never ask!" He wants to wrap his arms around Kurt and kiss him and be stupidly happy but Kurt stops him and motions for Blaine to hold his hand out.

Kurt takes the ring out of the box and shows it to Blaine.

"There is an engraving inside the ring." Kurt says shyly and holds it so Blaine can see it.

Against all oddsis neatly written on the inside of the ring and Blaine feels his eyes get wet.

"Against all odds?" He asks as Kurt takes his left hand and slips the ring on his ring finger.

"I found it fitting. First of all: You love Phil Collins, don't deny it. I have accepted that about you. Second: I remember you singing that song to me back in your senior year. It was some glee club assignment. You practiced on me via Skype. You never said but I know it was for me. And third: It's all true. Back then and forever. Because even if the odds are against us, we will beat them over and over again. Always."

At that Blaine can't hold on anymore. His tears start rolling down his face while he throws himself into Kurt's arms, the both of them coming to lay very uncomfortably on the stairs, Kurt lightly hitting his head.

"Ouch, Blaine." Kurt half laughs half groans, but then Blaine's lips find his and he surrenders to the sweet urge of Blaine's kiss and the sealed promise of forever, his mind already busy planning a spring themed wedding... maybe up the coast... maybe in New York. Maybe they'll come home to get wed. It doesn't really matter. The only thing that matters is that Blaine will be waiting for him at the altar.