"…how long was I gone?"

"5 months, 23 days, and 7 hours."

"Is there a movie you want to watch?"

Kurt was bright and chipper tonight. Not that he wasn't happy normally when he spent time with Blaine, he just seemed like so much more tonight, and Blaine couldn't help but watch him in wonder.

He had almost danced around the kitchen as he cooked, looking graceful and lean as he moved, putting things in place and working whatever magic that it was that he used in the kitchen.

"No, it doesn't matter to me, you can pick," Blaine replied as he picked up a couple condiments from the table and returned them to the refrigerator.

Kurt dried his hands off on a dishtowel. After he had grabbed the last dish to dry, he had shooed Blaine away to grab the last few things on the table. Now he hung the towel over the back of one of the chairs to dry and waltzed over to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his lower back.

"I had a feeling you'd say that," he smiled as he kissed the shorter man's cheek. "There's a movie next to the TV, you could get it started, yes?"

Blaine placed his arms around Kurt's shoulders, leaned in, and kissed his lips. "Yes."

Kurt gave him an odd grin, but Blaine let it pass without comment for now. Later he'd ask what had gotten into the older man. For now he just nuzzled his nose into his neck and smiled against his skin, "Did you know I love you?"

Laughter bubbled out of the brunette as he pulled the other in tighter, "I love you, too."

Kurt pulled back and grinned, kissing Blaine again, before asking, "Would you like me to make some hot chocolate?"

Blaine frowned, "You've done everything tonight, I could–"

"No, no," Kurt said, pressing his index finger to Blaine's lips, "Besides, we both did the dishes, and you're going to put the movie on. I haven't done everything."

Blaine kissed the pad of Kurt's finger, which caused him to smile and tap Blaine's mouth with it before removing it and allowing the curly haired man to speak, "Fine, alright."

They untangled themselves from each other, Kurt going back over to the counter of their quaint apartment to make the hot chocolate, Blaine moving into the next room to set up the movie.

Blaine moved around the living room as quietly as possible, loving the clinking sounds Kurt was causing in the kitchen. He smiled and thought of the plans he'd made for the weekend with the other man. They hadn't been to a fancy restaurant in a long while.

He sunk down into the sofa and heard Kurt come into the room, watching as he placed two mugs onto the coffee table and then curled up on the couch next to Blaine, tucking his feet under him. He was tenser now, but before Blaine could move to hold Kurt, which would hopefully relax him, he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him.

"I'm so happy you're here with me," Kurt mumbled into his curly hair.

Blaine chuckled, "Where else would I be?" and leaned back into his warm body.

The movie had started to play, but neither of them were paying much attention to it. Kurt was burying his face into Blaine's hair, taking in the smell of him and occasionally placing a kiss here and there, while Blaine was stroking Kurt's leg, hoping to ease the tension he seemed to be suddenly feeling.

When trying to soothe Kurt through his leg didn't work, Blaine peeled one of Kurt's hands off of him and started playing with his fingers and massaging his palm. The older man turned his head and rested his cheek in Blaine's hair, watching their hands together.

Kurt lifted off from Blaine and drew back slightly, his unoccupied hand coming up to stroke Blaine's cheek and turn his face toward him.

"Marry me?"

Blaine didn't drop Kurt's hand as he stared into his eyes as his face lit up, his eyes growing damp, and he smiled sweetly, "Of course, I'll marry you."

And then it looked like Blaine had been slapped. While still cradling Kurt's hand with his own, he let them fall into his lap. His mouth hung open slightly. His eyes widened. "No!" he gruffly barked.

Kurt did his best not to look stung. Still he withdrew from Blaine, pulling his hand away, and looked down into his lap.

But Blaine grabbed his hand between both of his before it could get too far and started spewing words, "Wait! No. Shit! That wasn't what I meant. I swear. Shit. I just went and fucked up one of the sweetest moments. Shit."

"No, no, it's fine, Blaine, I understand." Kurt once again tried to pull his hand back. He still loved Blaine, the rejection simply hurt.

"God, no, I just– Kurt. Kurt, Kurt," Blaine lifted the pale hand in his to his lips and pressed kisses into it until he covered his skin. "Of course, I'll marry you. Of course."

"Then why did you say no?" his voice was small, but he was no longer pulling away.

Blaine grabbed the remote and muted the movie before he laughed, "It's actually kind of a funny story," before thinking that the look on Kurt's face showed that he wasn't interested in a funny story. "It's just, I was going to propose to you. On Saturday. After dinner at this fancy restaurant I made reservations at."

Kurt looked startled; he hadn't been expecting that. "You were?"

"Yeah," Blaine shifted up onto his legs on the couch, fully facing Kurt now, "it was going to be all kinds of romantic, and you were not going to see it coming. It was going to be really amazing. I had all these plans."

Kurt looked shyly away, "And I ruined them all?

"No. God, no. This was so much better, or, well, it would have been if I hadn't practically shouted 'no' at you," Blaine rambled as he shook his head, "It's just, you… you always zig when I think you're about to zag."

"And you love that about me?" Kurt smiled as he looked back over at Blaine.

"Do I ever," Blaine stated as he leaned in and captured Kurt in a passionate, but sweet, kiss.

Kurt pulled back and whispered, "So, that's a yes?"

He hadn't expected Blaine to full-on tackle him down into the couch for that. Then proceed to place small kisses all over his face, firmly stating, "yes," in between each until Kurt was giggling and swatting at the younger man.

Kurt pushed Blaine off of him and back until they had reversed positions. Kurt settled in between Blaine's legs and laid his chin on his hands on Blaine's chest.

"You know what this means, don't you?" Kurt smiled as he tilted his face and kissed Blaine's chest.

Blaine hummed, "You get to plan an amazing wedding, but this time it's for us?"

The older man playfully swatted him, "You're going to be my husband."

"This doesn't surprise me, Kurt, that's usually what happens when you get married."

Kurt huffed, and shifted to move off of Blaine, but the curly haired man gripped his arms and pulled him back. "You should know that I've been thinking of being your husband for many many years now."

"Is that so?" Kurt asked, a little snarky.

"Yeah. So, it doesn't really surprise me that now I'm actually going to be yours. I always have been, really," Blaine pondered.

Kurt relaxed back into Blaine's embrace and asked sarcastically, "Have you been thinking out our whole lives? Doing some planning?"

Blaine stroked his hands up and down Kurt's back, "Actually…"

The taller man's eyes widened, "Have you really? Tell me."

"Well," Blaine started, shifting his legs to better fit Kurt between them, "I figured we'd get married, sometime in our late twenties, but really whenever we were ready for it. Then a year or so after that, we would have a kid. Surrogate. Yours. I've always thought you'd make a really beautiful baby, so I figured if one was all we could handle, I'd want it to be biologically yours."

Kurt reached up and kissed Blaine's jaw, but let him continue.

"Then when that child starts school, we'd have another. Still surrogate. This time biologically mine. And we'd be really awesome parents, and they'd completely love us. Until they turn into teenagers, where they'll temporarily hate us even though we never did anything wrong, but they'd get over that quickly. And they'd grow up and get married and have children of their own, and we'd be the rockingest grandparents in the world. And our kids couldn't complain when you send them home with two dozen cookies each time they visit because they'd be super healthy and everything.

"And we'll get old and grey together. Even you'll get a wrinkle or two, but I'll teach you how to love them by kissing each one before we go to bed at night. Happily ever after."

Kurt's eyes sparkled with tears and he propped himself up over Blaine and kissed him. When he pulled back slightly, he whispered into the other man's lips, "That sounds like the perfect plan."

Blaine smiled, "You think?"

Kurt reached up and ran his fingers through Blaine's hair, "Yeah. I think we should use it."

They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before allowing a small laughter fit to overcome them in their happiness, and then they were kissing again.

"I'm still proposing on Saturday," Blaine mumbled in one of the momentary breaks between their lips.

"Good," Kurt chuckled before kissing him again, "I wouldn't expect anything less."

"You know, don't you?" Blaine asked.

"Of course, but feel free to say it again."

"I love you, Kurt."