Paris was an amazing city.

It was filled with culture and history that Kurt absolutely loved. He could lose himself in the city and come out a better man for it. He had learned so much in the short time that he had been there and had seen even more.

There really was nothing like the beauty of Paris, the city of love.

Except the engagement ring on his finger.

Kurt Hummel was engaged.

He honestly couldn't be happier if he tried.

His stomach was a flurry of giddiness and knots and he was positively waiting to explode with emotion. He glanced at Blaine who was fast asleep next to him in bed. Kurt had awoken a short while beforehand and noticed that it was three in the afternoon. He smiled to himself as he watched the steady rise and fall of Blaine's chest.

It had been late when they had got back to their hotel suite after dinner. They had stayed up on the Eiffel Tower celebrating a little of their own for a while and when they got back to the suite, they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other. Kurt was happy with their sex life as it was but last night had been a whole new level of intimacy and exploration between them. They had kept going until they had literally passed out in each other's arms.

Kurt was certain that no birthday had and no new birthday could live up to how amazing his twenty-third birthday had been.

Kurt smiled to himself and bit his lip to stop from letting out a silly squeal.

He couldn't wait to tell everyone that he was engaged.

He couldn't wait to tell his Dad.

He didn't know how that conversation was going to go down, but Kurt was sublimely happy and absolutely nothing could ruin that mood.

Kurt leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's lips before slid out of the bed, leaving Blaine to sleep. He pulled on his robe and picked up his phone, slipping it into the pocket. He headed out onto the balcony, carefully closing the door behind himself. He took a seat in one of the outdoor lounge chairs and wriggled until he got comfortable. If he sat just right, it was like he could still feel Blaine inside of him.

Kurt unlocked the screen of his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he came to his Dad's number. He figured nine am in USA wasn't too early to be calling his dad on a weekend; he couldn't keep the secret to himself any longer.

"Hey, kiddo," Burt said in greeting.

Kurt grinned to himself as he crossed one leg over the other. "Hey, Dad," he said, unable to keep the happy tilt from his voice.

"How was your birthday?" Burt asked.

Kurt sighed softly. "It was amazing."

"Glad to hear it," Burt replied.

"I have news..."

"Oh?"

Kurt nodded then shook his head, remembering his dad couldn't see him. "You might want to sit down for this one, Dad."

"I'm sitting, kiddo," Burt replied, sounding amused.

"Blaine proposed last night," Kurt said in a rush. "I'm engaged!"

"I'm so happy for you, Kurt," Burt replied.

"Thank you," Kurt breathed. "Wait until you see the ring he got me – it's from Tiffany's and it's to die for."

Burt chuckled on the other end of the line. "I bet it's amazing. Carole is sending her love as well, if you can hear her yelling across the room here."

"I can hear her," Kurt replied with a laugh. "Tell her thank you. Blaine and I will be sure to stop by when we get back home."

"So, how did he propose?" Burt asked.

Kurt grinned to himself and told his dad about their Eiffel Tower dinner, followed by Blaine playing a song for him. He gushed about the sheer romantic atmosphere of the night and then how Blaine had taken him up to the top of the tower and proposed.

"I'm so happy, Dad," Kurt whispered.

"I'm glad you are, you deserve it," Burt replied. "Give Blaine my congratulations as well."

"I will," Kurt said. He glanced up as the door to the patio slid open and he smiled automatically when he saw Blaine stepping out, looking completely and adorably sleep rumpled. His robe was loosely tied and Kurt could see the skin of his chest easily as Blaine rubbed at his eyes, yawning all the while.

He said good bye to his dad and hung up his phone, setting it down on the ground next to his chair.

"Hey," Blaine said as he wandered over. "What are you doing out here?"

"Just calling my dad to give him the news," Kurt replied, holding out a hand for Blaine to join him on the chair.

Blaine settled between his legs, his back against Kurt's chest. "Good," he said, turning his head to nuzzle Kurt's throat.

Kurt grinned and wrapped his arms around Blaine's middle. "I was thinking we should have a June wedding..."

Blaine smiled and brought their joined hands up to his lips, kissing the back of Kurt's before letting it rest on his clavicle. "June would be a perfect time of year," he replied. "Next year then?"

Kurt nodded and kissed the side of Blaine's head. "Next year," he agreed.

They fell silent and Kurt suspected that Blaine had fallen back asleep if the way his steady, even breathing was any indication. He glanced down at his ring again, the giddiness returning as he looked at it.

He hadn't ever understood why women got so emotional and so excited about getting engaged, but the moment that Blaine was kneeling in front of him, the ring on display, Kurt felt like he had been let in on the world's biggest secret. Nothing could have prepared him for how he had felt in that moment. It had taken all of his resolve not to burst into tears before saying 'yes' to Blaine.

There had been tears though, on both of their parts, before they had left the tower. Their first kiss as an engaged couple had been interrupted by the tears that had fallen from both of their eyes, making their faces incredibly wet. Blaine had been prepared though, and had pulled out a pocket pack of tissues for them to share.

After they had finished crying, the other emotions set in and the night had been filled with some of the best sex of Kurt's entire life.

"I know what you're thinking," Blaine said, startling Kurt out of his thoughts.

"Oh?"

Blaine nodded. "You're thinking of eloping."

Kurt laughed. "Close," he teased. "More like the honeymoon."

"Oh," Blaine echoed with a grin. "Well, that is one holiday I am definitely looking forward to as well."

Kurt smiled and kissed the side of Blaine's neck, nipping at the skin. "You know I just can't get enough of you."

"I know," Blaine replied, standing up. He moved so he was straddling Kurt's thighs and leaned in to kiss him.

It was slow and full of promise. Blaine untied Kurt's robe, letting it fall open and Kurt's breath hitched. They were out on the balcony – anyone could see. Well, not anyone, since they were on the top floor of the hotel but anyone with a view higher than theirs would surely see them. The thought gave him a slight thrill.

"Exhibitionist," Blaine whispered, tracing his tongue over the shell of Kurt's ear before taking the lobe into his mouth, sucking on it. Kurt shuddered and groaned.

"Am not," he panted though the ache in his groin suggested otherwise.

"You like the idea of getting caught, don't you?" Blaine whispered as he kissed down Kurt's neck. "You like me sitting here, on top of you, touching you and knowing that someone might see..."

Before Kurt could protest, Blaine pushed open Kurt's robe completely and wrapped his hand loosely around Kurt's hardening cock.

"The thought of someone looking down and seeing this, seeing me pleasuring you is exciting, isn't it?" Blaine asked and Kurt nodded dumbly, unable to respond any other way. "Good," Blaine said before leaning forwards and crushing their lips together in a completely dirty kiss.

Blaine licked into Kurt's mouth and Kurt moaned loudly, uncaring that someone might hear them. He gripped the back of Blaine's head, keeping the kiss going. He panted against Blaine's lips as Blaine broke the kiss and he let out an annoyed whine.

"Blaine," he said. "Don't tease me."

"That's half the fun," Blaine quipped as he ran his hands down Kurt's chest, paying extra attention to Kurt's nipples, running his fingers over them simultaneously.

Kurt licked his lips, watching Blaine intently. Blaine leaned closer again, brushing his lips against Kurt's once before backing off just enough so that Kurt could feel the ghosting touch of Blaine's lips against his own. He tried to lean closer but Blaine kept him just out of reach with his strong hands on Kurt's chest.

"Nuh uh," Blaine whispered. "Not yet."

Kurt whined again and pouted reflexively, causing Blaine to grin at him.

Blaine's lips easily found the pulse point on Kurt's neck and he slowly dragged his lips over the spot, not really applying any pressure at all. Kurt turned his head to give Blaine better access and was rewarded with a sharp nip to the spot. He groaned and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing it just to do something. His hands were on Blaine's hips, clenching and unclenching in the material of Blaine's own robe. He wanted to touch Blaine more but he wasn't sure what his fianc� had in store for him.

Blaine took one of Kurt's nipples into his mouth and sucked so hard that Kurt yelped loudly, his hips bucking up automatically. Thankfully Blaine's weight on top of him didn't let them fall off the chair, but it was a close call.

Blaine's thighs clamped around Kurt's, keeping them steady as he moved off Kurt's nipple. He kissed Kurt again teasingly before reaching to untie his own robe.

He reached into the pocket of his robe and Kurt watched with curious eyes. Blaine pulled out the bottle of lubricant and poured some into his hand, immediately coating Kurt's cock with it. He sat up and shuffled forwards on Kurt's lap.

"...Blaine," Kurt said. "You'll hurt yourself."

Blaine shook his head. "I'm still loose from last night," he started. "And I fingered myself this morning as well."

Kurt involuntarily groaned at the mental image that gave him and he leaned forwards to kiss Blaine, needing the contact.

"Patience," Blaine whispered. Blaine lifted his hips again and Kurt guided his cock into Blaine, watching as it disappeared inside of his fianc�. They both moaned and Kurt glanced up at Blaine, who had a completely blissed out look on his face.

His breathing was hard already; Blaine stayed unmoving on his lap and it was driving Kurt insane.

"Blaine, move, please," Kurt begged.

Blaine complied, lifting his hips ever so slightly before slamming back down on Kurt's cock. Kurt gripped onto Blaine's hips harder, knowing that he was probably digging into the same bruises from the night before.

Blaine leaned forwards and kissed Kurt, curling one hand in Kurt's hair as he slowly rocked in Kurt's lap, gaining some kind of sloppy rhythm. Kurt breathed heavily, kissing Blaine back as best as he could as he tried to thrust up into Blaine. Blaine kept complete control of their thrusts, alternating between hard and fast to slow and shallow. Kurt couldn't keep up, his pulse was racing and he knew just wanted to wrap himself completely around Blaine but Blaine wouldn't let him. He licked at Kurt's lips, grinning teasingly at him and kissed him once more.

Just as Kurt had got used to the slow and shallow rhythm, Blaine planted his feet flat on the ground and fucked down hard, causing Kurt to shout out. Blaine gripped the back of the chair next to Kurt's head and increased the pace. Kurt felt like every single nerve ending was on fire. Blaine clenched down around him with every single thrust and he knew that he wasn't going to last. He gripped helplessly onto Blaine's hip with one hand, the other going to Blaine's cock to jerk him off.

Blaine dipped his head and kissed Kurt as best as he could before resting his forehead against Kurt's. Their breaths mingled together, hot and wet between them. Kurt licked his lips, keeping his gaze firmly locked on Blaine's as Blaine's breathing changed, indicating that he was close to orgasm.

Kurt sped up the movements of his hand and moments later, Blaine was spilling over Kurt's fist and chest. Kurt came as Blaine clenched around him again and he gripped tightly at the back of Blaine's robe, holding him close.

"Fuck," Blaine whispered into Kurt's sweaty neck and Kurt nodded in response, unable to form words just yet.

He let go of Blaine's robe and pushed it aside to see the purple bruises dotted along Blaine's skin.

"Shit," Kurt mumbled. "I'm so sorry!"

Blaine gave him a dazed glance before looking where Kurt was. "Oh," he said. "No, don't apologise. I like it."

Kurt huffed and Blaine immediately covered Kurt's lips with his own. Kurt gave into the kiss, relaxing as Blaine moved his arms around his own body so they were holding Blaine loosely. He smiled and gently nipped at Blaine's bottom lip before kissing him slowly. Blaine stayed seated in his lap, Kurt's softened cock still inside of him.

"How long are you planning on staying like this?" Kurt asked between kisses.

"Until you get hard again," Blaine replied. "I want to feel you harden inside of me and then I want to fuck you slowly until I can feel you coming inside me again."

Kurt groaned and let his head drop back onto the softness of the back of the chair. "You really are going to be the death of me, aren't you?"

Blaine grinned. "Death by sex... It doesn't sound like the worst way to go."

Kurt chuckled. "You know, for an old man, you sure fuck like someone my age."

Blaine rewarded that comment with a sharp bite to Kurt's shoulder. "It's not about age," he mumbled a little petulantly. "It's how much stamina you have and how you use it."

"Oh, you use it alright," Kurt returned. "You're probably going to be feeling this for days."

"Good," Blaine responded.

They made their way back to the bedroom after a while and Kurt all but collapsed on the sheets next to Blaine, feeling utterly exhausted and sore in all of the nicest ways. He hummed contentedly to himself and curled into Blaine, snuggling right up to his fianc�.

"This looks good on you," Blaine whispered, tracing a finger over the platinum of Kurt's engagement ring.

Kurt smiled. "Yeah, it does," he agreed. "You should get one too..."

Blaine paused and then nodded. "Yeah, I should," he replied. "Maybe we can get one while we're here?"

Kurt nodded and leaned closer to kiss Blaine on the lips. "Sounds perfect."

Blaine snuggled up behind Kurt and kissed the back of his neck with soft, sure kisses until Kurt fell asleep in his arms.

Kurt awoke a few hours later to a soft, melodic noise and he glanced around the bedroom, wondering where it was coming from. Blaine was absent from the bed and he frowned to himself, reaching for Blaine's pillow to feel that it was cold.

With a sigh, Kurt got out of bed, slipped his robe around his body and followed the sound of whatever music was playing. He smiled to himself when he saw Blaine sitting at the piano in the suite's living room.

"Hi," he said softly, crossing over to him.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Blaine asked, tilting his head up to accept Kurt's kiss.

"I was lonely without you," Kurt replied, sitting next to Blaine on the piano bench.

"I'm here," Blaine said as Kurt snuggled in next to him. Kurt yawned and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"What were you playing?" he asked softly.

"Just a song I wrote..."

"Mmm, play it for me?" Kurt asked, lifting his head from Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine's gaze locked with his own and he nodded. "Okay," he agreed. He flashed Kurt a small smile and turned back to the piano properly, fingers settling themselves on the keys underneath.

The first notes of the song started and Kurt was automatically entranced. The song started off soft and slowly grew stronger and more powerful. He felt a chill going up his spine as he let the song wash over him. Blaine played with a confidence that only came with years of playing the piano.

The tempo changed a little and Blaine hit the keys a little harder, the concentration on his face evident. Kurt's gaze switched between watching Blaine's fingers on the piano keys and watching his fianc�'s face. Blaine looked positively beautiful while playing the piano, he noted.

The song dipped into a softer, melodic part and Kurt felt his heart begin to thud harder in his chest. It was beautiful, this piece. Blaine was such a talented guy and Kurt was lucky to be able to listen to him play.

Blaine's tongue darted out to lick his lips as the pace in the song's pace evened out once more and Kurt watched him intently. If music had colour, Kurt was sure that he would be surrounded by the warmest colours that would envelop him and keep him safe.

Blaine's fingers finally stilled on the piano keys and he kept his gaze away from Kurt's for a few long moments until Kurt reached for his hand.

"That was gorgeous," Kurt whispered, lacing his fingers with Blaine's own. "What's it called?"

"Soul," Blaine replied, turning his entire body to face Kurt. "I... I wanted to play it for you on your birthday, at the restaurant, but I couldn't. It... The first time I played it for you, I needed it to be just us. Because it's for you. You're my soul, Kurt."

Kurt nodded and leaned over to kiss Blaine soundly on the lips. "I love it," he said softly between kisses. "I love it so much."

He knew he had tears in his eyes but he didn't care. Every single time he thought that he couldn't love Blaine any more, Blaine had to go and prove him wrong. His heart felt full with love and Kurt was beyond lucky to have Blaine in his life.

"You're mine too," Kurt whispered, wiping away the tears from Blaine's eyes. "You're definitely the other half of my soul."

~*~

Blaine quickly slapped a hand over the fedora sitting on his head so it didn't blow away with the wind as he and Kurt walked down the streets of Paris. He swore it hadn't been that windy when he and Kurt and left the hotel room but now every few minutes or so, his hat was threatening to fly away.

"We're almost there," Kurt said, squeezing Blaine's hand gently. Blaine shot him a smile, forgetting about his fedora for a moment to just bask in Kurt's smile. He kept his hand firmly on top of his head as he and Kurt reached the pont des arts.

He could see the hundreds upon hundreds (probably thousands if he wanted to think about it) of padlocks attached to the links in the fencing of the bridge as they walked over it.

It had been Kurt's idea to do their own padlock. He had purchased a gold padlock from a hardware store and had taken a black sharpie to it, carefully writing their names on it on both sides, adding his own little touches to it, complete with a bedazzled outline. Blaine didn't want to spoil Kurt's fun by saying the bedazzling would probably fall off, but Kurt had worked diligently on the padlock until it met his expectations.

Their padlock was going to soon join the others on the fence and it kind of made Blaine excited to think about it. All of the people before them had put their padlocks on the fence, declaring their love in this small and probably really cheesy way, but Blaine was a romantic and he could see the feelings in it. Kurt was much more of a romantic than Blaine was, which he hadn't thought possible at first, and he wanted to see their lock on the fence, sharing their love with the many others who had as well.

Blaine glanced up to see a couple ahead of them snapping their padlock into place on the fence and throwing the key into the water below. The pair shared a kiss before leaving the bridge hand in hand. Blaine smiled to himself and squeezed Kurt's hand to get his attention.

"I think here is a good spot," Blaine said, stopping at a clear spot in the fence that didn't have too many padlocks already.

Kurt nodded. "It is," he agreed. He took the padlock from his pocket and opened it with the key. He hooked it around the topmost link and then left it, turning to Blaine. "You seal it."

Blaine smiled and snapped the lock close. "Key?"

Kurt opened his palm out flat, showing the small key sitting in the middle of his hand. "Together?"

Blaine nodded and cupped his hand underneath Kurt's so they could throw the key into the water together.

"So, do we make a wish or something?" Blaine asked after he heard the small plop of the key hitting the water underneath them.

"Um, I'm not sure," Kurt replied. "I think we should, it's a personal touch we can add to it."

"Because the bedazzling wasn't personal enough?" Blaine teased fondly.

Kurt poked his upper arm and Blaine responded by wrapping his arms around Kurt's middle, holding him close.

"I like the idea of the wish," Blaine said softly.

"Me too," Kurt agreed.

"On three?" Blaine asked and Kurt nodded. They counted to three together and both closed their eyes, making their wishes. Kurt opened his eyes again and Blaine dipped his head forwards, kissing Kurt softly. "There," he said. "Wish made."

Kurt beamed at him and tugged on his hand. "C'mon, let's keep going," he said. "I want to try and reach the Pierre Herm� if we can."

"Admit it, you just want to try their chocolates," Blaine said with a knowing smile.

"Of course," Kurt replied with a grin. "We had to save the best stop for last."

Their holiday was almost over, which saddened Blaine more than he cared to admit. They had seen so many things during their time in Paris already and they were leaving late the next evening.

Seeing Paris with Kurt was an experience that Blaine was never going to forget. There had been places that Blaine had visited before, but seeing the utter awe on Kurt's face had made it seem like Blaine had been experiencing it for the first time as well.

They had spent an entire day at the Moulin Rouge where they had sung Come What May together; that ended in them finding an empty janitor's closet where they could jerk each other off. They had stayed for the dinner and show, which had absolutely entranced both of them. It was one of the best nights of their holiday so far, Blaine thought.

The fact that they had to leave Paris was going to be hard for both of them. Blaine knew they had to do it but it wasn't something he was looking forward to, not yet. He didn't want to burst this little bubble that he and Kurt had been living in together for the duration of their trip.

Nothing was going to have the magical touch that Paris did when they left. It was going to be hard returning back home but the thought of planning his and Kurt's wedding left him with a happier feeling inside.

"We're here," Kurt announced a while later.

Blaine followed him into the shop and was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer amount of chocolates and desserts that he could see.

"Oh, wow," Kurt muttered, leading Blaine to a display case of macarons.

The colours captured Blaine's attention immediately, there were so many. He found himself wanting to try them all. He looked over at Kurt who looked like a kid in a candy store and Blaine realised he felt exactly the same.

"This is amazing," Blaine said.

"Isn't it?" Kurt gushed. "I want to try everything."

"How about we pick some things and then take more back to the hotel?" Blaine suggested. "I wonder if they deliver to the States... Or if we'll be allowed to take them back into New York?"

"Only one way to find out!" Kurt said excitedly. He caught the attention of one of the workers and started speaking in French to the woman, smiling brilliantly at her. Blaine watched the exchange with fascination. Even after being in Paris for ten days, the sound of Kurt speaking fluent French made his insides swoop pleasantly.

They were shown to a sitting area and the woman placed four plates on the table with cutlery for them both. Kurt spoke excitedly to Blaine, explaining what each dessert was and once Blaine knew what they were, he happily shared the desserts with Kurt.

After sharing the fourth slice of cake, Blaine was sure that he was going to go into a sugar coma if he didn't stop soon, but he couldn't just stop. He and Kurt ordered a few more slices of cake to send back to the hotel and Kurt ordered half a dozen boxes of both macarons and chocolates to take back as well. He told Blaine they were strictly for taking back to New York but Blaine had the sneaking suspicion that there would most definitely be selections taken from more than one box before they got back home.

"I wish we had time to go back to Notre Dame," Kurt said as they walked a while later after having left Pierre Herm�. Blaine still felt full and he was glad that they didn't have anything planned for lunch as he was sure that he wouldn't be able to fit another bite of food into his body at that point.

"Maybe we should?" Blaine suggested. "We could spend our last night in Paris there..."

"Really?" Kurt asked.

Blaine grinned. "Of course," he said. "I loved it there and we should definitely go back."

Kurt beamed at him and pulled him in for a kiss. "Thank you," he said. "But first, there's somewhere else we need to stop."

"Okay," Blaine said, immediately curious.

Kurt chuckled and led Blaine into a jewellery store and Blaine realised what they were doing. It had slipped his mind that they had decided that Blaine should have an engagement ring as well. He had been so preoccupied with all of the other amazing parts of Paris they had been exploring.

"We should do this right," Kurt said as they wandered to the display case of rings for men.

"Of course," Blaine agreed.

"See anything you like?" Kurt wondered.

Blaine glanced down at the rings, not really seeing anything that jumped out at him. They had agreed for their engagement rings to be matching platinum and their wedding rings to be the traditional gold. Blaine hadn't told Kurt but he had already picked out Kurt's wedding ring and had it aside at Tiffany's. He had told himself it wasn't presumptuous. Well, not overly presumptuous. Even though he and Kurt had discussed marriage, he still had to prepare himself in case of rejection. He was just glad he didn't have to find out what that felt like.

"May I help you gentlemen?" a feminine voice asked in an accent that had both Kurt and Blaine snapping their heads up. It wasn't just an American accent they had detected but it had a slight twang of a Southern drawl that Blaine himself hadn't heard in a while.

"We're looking at engagement rings," Kurt replied.

"Ah, Americans!" the female said brightly and Blaine could see her name tag read 'Mary-Jane'. "It's so nice to hear someone from back home."

Blaine nodded and smiled at her. "It's a little odd, isn't it? Especially after hearing French accents all of the time."

Mary-Jane chuckled and nodded. "Yes it is," she replied. "Well, engagement rings are this way, if you'd like to follow me?"

"Oh," Blaine said.

"We're looking for male engagement rings," Kurt added.

Mary-Jane did a quick double take before letting her gaze settle on Kurt for a beat too long. "How nice," she replied before clearing her throat. "Anyway, we have a lovely selection here as well, as you can see."

Kurt gave her a tight smile before glancing down into the display case. Blaine could feel how tense he was just from where he was standing a foot away, looking at the other end of the case.

"How nice of you to bring your dad shopping with you," Mary-Jane said, clearly trying to make small talk.

"He's not my dad," Kurt said tightly. "He's my fianc�."

Blaine glanced up, taking in Kurt's tense posture and Mary-Jane's frown. It made her otherwise pretty face look fairly ugly, contorted like that.

"Well," Mary-Jane said. "It's one thing to be... To be that but he is old enough to be your father!" she hissed at them. "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Blaine could practically see the flames shooting from Kurt's eyes. "Kurt," he said softly.

"No," Kurt replied, voice even. "Get me your manager."

Mary-Jane glared at him once more and started to protest, which drew the attention of not only the other patrons in the store but the other staff members as well.

"Mary-Jane!" an older woman, with a thick French accent, exclaimed as she approached them. "What on Earth is going on?"

"Mary-Jane is refusing to act like a decent human being and serve us," Kurt said bluntly. "She's judging my fianc� and I here..."

Blaine placed a hand on the small of Kurt's back, trying to placate him.

"I'll take over," the other woman replied. "Mary-Jane, you may go take your break."

Mary-Jane sniffed and the woman, Ursula, according to her name tag, turned to them and offered them a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry," she said. "Now, how may I help you?"

Blaine glanced down at the display case once more and spotted the ring he wanted straight away. "May I please look at this engagement ring?"

"Of course," Ursula replied, taking the ring from inside of the case.

Blaine slipped it onto his ring finger and was surprised that it fit perfectly. He admired the way it sat and the way it felt on his finger before catching Kurt's gaze. "This is the one," he said softly.

Kurt beamed at him and pressed their lips together in a soft kiss. "We'll take it," he said to Ursula, handing over a black credit card without hesitation.

Kurt insisted that Blaine take the ring off and Blaine reluctantly handed it over, watching as Ursula slipped it into the ring box and snapped the lid shut.

"Why can't I wear it now?" Blaine asked as they left the store, feeling much lighter and happier than they had been while Mary-Jane had been serving them.

"Because I want to do this properly," Kurt replied. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course," Blaine said.

Kurt grinned at him. "Then you'll get it back tonight."

"Okay," Blaine replied.

That night saw them back in Notre Dame for one last time. After they had dinner, they had wandered around for a while, hand in hand, just taking in the warm summer night.

Blaine had decided that even though he loved Paris during the day, Paris at night was a sight to truly behold. It was phenomenal and it was just going to make it that much harder to leave the next day.

He and Kurt stopped just outside the Notre Dame cathedral, which was beautifully lit up, bathing them in light. Blaine looked at Kurt curiously. He let Kurt take both of his hands in his own and watched as Kurt nervously licked his lips.

"Ever since we talked about this a while ago, I've been thinking about it more and more," Kurt started. "And even though you've already done this, I wanted to do it too. What you don't know is that I had a ring picked out at home for you; sitting at Tiffany's just waiting for me to go and collect it, to find the right time to do this.

"But you beat me to the punch." Kurt paused and Blaine realised what this moment was. His stomach twisted pleasantly and even though he knew what was coming and what the outcome already was, he wanted this moment to be perfect. Not only for Kurt, but for himself as well.

"I don't think that I have ever loved someone as much as I love you, Blaine," Kurt continued. "And even though we've done the speech making thing and the actual official engagement thing, I want to do this too. Will you let me?"

"Of course," Blaine whispered, afraid if he spoke any louder that he would cry.

"I know that I'm only twenty three years old and that you're older than I am," Kurt said. "But I just think about how lucky I am to have found you when I'm so young. I don't ever see myself spending the rest of my life with anyone else and the thought of ever being this close, this in love with someone else, well, frankly, it makes my stomach turn.

"So, what I'm trying to say is..."

Blaine's breath hitched as Kurt went the whole hog and got down on one knee. He pulled the ring box from inside of his coat pocket and opened it.

"Blaine Devon Anderson," Kurt started, his voice steady. "Will you marry me?"

Blaine nodded. "Yes," he choked out, crying despite himself.

Kurt beamed at stood up, slipping the ring onto Blaine's shaking finger before capturing his lips in a searing kiss. It was completely cheesy, but it was them. They were going to get married and Blaine couldn't think of anything better than that.

~*~