Kurt and Blaine are sitting across from each other in a crowded Cafe Metro. Blaine stares obliviously at the tv above them, flashing relentless CNN headlines, while Kurt taps his foot, trying not to sound to impatient. Why should he be? Blaine and he have only lived in New York a little over two years. Sure, New York announced eight days ago that same-sex marriage is legal...but really, whats the rush? Who cares. Oh who is he kidding, every time CNN re-announces the gay marriage thing, Kurt all but explodes with want. Wanting Blaine to ask him to marry him. Sure maybe Kurt could ask Blaine...but somehow the idea just never matches up in his head.
They'd talked about it before. Although then the possibility of marriage was more of a distant far off dream. They'd never explicitly discussed who would do the asking but Blaine had always just sort of subtly hinted that he was going to be the one to do it. And though he'd never admit it, Kurt kind of wanted it that way. It just seemed so..right. Right like the way their hands fit together. Right like how natural it felt when they kissed. Right like how happy they were to just be.
So there was Kurt, sitting in the middle of the cafe, with his boyfriend of almost three years, slipping into a pout. All because apparently the foot tap increase each time the gay-marriage headline flashed, was not enough of a hint. Because he'd foolishly hoped that Blaine would ask him to marry him. Foolishly believed with his whole heart, that after everything, after the prom, and West Side Story, and Dave, and their first time, and all the milestones that came after that, that Blaine truly and sincerely loved him.
Kurt sighed heavily and Blaine pretended not to notice, glancing at the TV once more to check the time (just after one), and rising, extending a hand to Kurt as he did so. Kurt took his hand willingly enough, still feeling wondrous after all this time at how perfectly they fit together. Hand in hand (without the number of stares they would have gotten in Ohio) they walked out the doors, heading in no particular direction. Just wondering, having no place in particular to be for a long period of time.
At leisurely pace they passed pigeons pecking at the sidewalk, citizens and tourists alike hurrying to this place and that, bundled in gloves and scarves against the early January weather, steered in the general direction of times square. Not one of Kurt's personal favorites (far too loud) but Blaine's second most favored spot in the city (next to in bed with Kurt) just because of it's sheer mighty, busy, beauty. Different little worlds every two feet, a pair of lovers against the door of Forever 21, seemingly the only two people for miles, and down the block, a family with two kids chasing each other around, oblivious to what goes on around them.
They break in to the central area and the crowd's truly overwhelming for being just after one in the afternoon. Kurt looks around, taking in the digital billboards, each one blasting it's jingle at top volume. Blaine looks up with him, being diliberately nonchalant. They spin slowly on the spot taking themselves back to their first trip here together. And all of the sudden Kurt's ears pick up on an old familiar tune, and it's blaring incredibly loud as if each speaker in a three mile radius is blaring it. And by the time his step brother is being broadcast to each digital billboard, Kurt is able to place the tune. Just as Finn belts out the opening line,

It's a beautiful night, we're lookin for something dumb to do.
Hey baby I think I wanna marry you.
Then Rachel's there alongside him and Kurt's mind is struggling to process what could possibly be going on when she joins in.
Is it the look in your eyes, or is this dancing juice,
Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you.
Before he knows it, Quinn's there too her blond hair as ravishing as ever and she does a little wave from who knows where, to who knows who. Then Kurt sees who, and it's Sam, and by this time Kurt is fairly sure that he's hallucinating. When Tina, Artie, Mike, Mercedes, Santana, and Brittany join in, Kurt is beyond certain that his coffee was spiked, because this cannot be happening. His friends from his high school glee club are not standing on a collapsible stage in the middle of Times Square, Times Square for Christ's sake! They are not singing the song "Marry You," and Blaine is most positively not squeezing his hand a little tighter with each new addition to the stage. Blaine is not dragging him towards the stage as everyone in Times Square stops to watch, to gawk, at the flash mob type deal here in the middle of New-freaking-York.
Blaine did not just get down on one knee in front of Kurt, at the bottom of the stage. Kurt is not being broadcast over who knows how many electronic billboards. But Kurt is most definitely failing to process what is happening as Blaine sings the closing lines of the song,
Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.
And as the music draws to a close, everyone in the square is holding their breaths, waiting for Kurt's answer. Except Kurt is freaking out, yanking on Blaine's hand, pulling him to his feet, "Blaine Warbler!" He whispers harshly as though they're all alone, "You did not just ask me to marry you. In the middle of Times Square." Blaine smiles, presses his lips to the tip of Kurt's nose and says, "Yes I did. And I know everyone here," he throws a pointed look at the Glee-Clubbers, "Seems to think that my last name is Warbler, but I would in fact much prefer it if it became Anderson-Hummel, or Hummel-Anderson. So at the risk of being rejected twice, I'm going to ask you again. Okay?" Kurt just nods mutely, and catches a glimpse of the movement on the cracked-coca-cola-bottle-shaped billboard.
Blaine is on one knee in front of Kurt, and then Blaine is clipping a microphone to the collar of Blaine's shirt, and Blaine is saying, and being echoed through a thousand speakers, "Kurt Hummel, will you marry me?" Someone, somehow, without his knowledge had clipped a microphone to the collar of Kurt's shirt as well, because when he replies, he hears about thirty times, "Yes, Mr. The-Future-Mr.Blaine-Anderson-Hummel. I will marry you." For a tiny fraction of a second its as if all the world has melted away and Kurt finally appreciates Blaine's view of Times Square. Blaine's lips are pressed in an open-mouthed kiss to Kurt's, and Kurt feels a small silver band fit into place just before he flings his arms around Blaine's neck.
All too soon that tiny fraction of a second passes and there are cheers for what seems like miles and miles around. People are clapping and whistling, some of the women are wiping away tears, some men have removed their hats, a few Navy Officers are standing in salute. Each and every one of their fellow Glee-Clubbers have descended upon them and are wrapping their arms around each square inch of skin the two can spare. Quinn and Rachel are squeezing them tightly from opposite sides. Tina and Mike are patting them on their shoulders while Tina cries. Artie crowds in with Brittany on his lap, pushed by Santana. Santana who makes no jokes, and just smiles brightly. Clapping Finn on the shoulder as they all crowd around Kurt and Blaine.