"-And in entertainment, Latina and lesbian icon Santana Lopez has signed to be the face of the up and coming Kurt Hummel fashion line-"

"You did it, baby. I am so proud of you."

Kurt smiled and leaned in to kiss Blaine, movements still a little slow from sleep. He wasn't going to complain though. He could spend the rest of his life waking up to this. Blaine peppered kisses across his cheeks and down his neck, whispering words that made Kurt glow with happiness.

"After all this time and all your hard work, you finally made it. You deserve this. And after today-"

"Please stop it."

Kurt and Blaine both paused and looked over to the doorway of their bedroom. Santana was there in all of her 7 AM glory, hair sticking up in every direction, remnants of last night's make-up smeared around her face, and wearing a robe that was clearly hastily thrown on judging by the way she was holding it closed. She paid no mind to the fact that Kurt and Blaine were naked as the day they were born. "I've had to listen to you two for months now. Oh Kurt, honey bun sugar, make triumphant love to me so we can bask in the afterglow of success. Oh Blaine, my bite sized love, let me give you a reward for all those long nights of studying that are finally paying off. This needs to stop. I think the whole building knows how proud you are of each other."

"Kurt's never called me honey bun sugar. Kurt, why haven't you ever called me honey bun sugar?" Blaine asked, turning to his boyfriend, who gave a quiet laugh and pulled a sheet over them. Modesty had long since been thrown out the window in their apartment, but Kurt still liked to at least pretend they had some.

"I don't know," he said, "Sugarplum dumpling has been working fine for us so far."

Santana made a retching noise and climbed onto bed next to Kurt. "Please don't tell me you actually call him that. I'm already more prone to vomiting right now thanks your Hulk of a brother."

"No one told you to get into a shot contest with a marine who looks like he could snap Arnold Schwarzenegger in half," Kurt scoffed, because really, there was no way that situation could have turned out any other way than it did - with Santana completely knocked on her ass curtsey of Patron and bad judgment.

"We were celebrating. Besides, someone needed to put the Jolly Green Giant in his place. He's been riding on a high horse ever since he was promoted to sergeant or general or whatever the hell he is now," Santana sniffed, cuddling closer to Kurt and throwing an arm around the two boys. Blaine hummed in agreement and Kurt just shook his head with a happy smile.

The news played in the background, finishing up the breaking story of Santana Lopez, small time model turned successful singer and new face of Kurt Hummel's fall fashion line.

"Did you ever think we would end up here?" Kurt asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the silent peace that had fallen over the three but unable to stop himself. He felt Santana smile against his chest and Blaine nuzzle his neck.

Kurt thought back to eight years ago. He and Santana were sharing a tiny shoebox of an apartment, just out of high school with no idea of what they were going to do with their lives. Santana was sitting on a pile of money but both had been hesitant to dip into those funds. Instead, they got jobs at the Starbucks two blocks away and began trying to figure out who they were going to be. Santana set out armed with nothing but a glossy headshot and a give-them-hell attitude while Kurt did the same with a portfolio of designs collected over years of doodling.

A combination of luck, talent, and perseverance got them to where they were today. Kurt was starting his own line under the guidance and support of his mentor from his first internship, and Santana was going back to her modeling roots after her first record went platinum.

"I didn't know about any of that," Blaine said, gesturing towards the TV mounted on the wall in front of their bed, "I didn't know you would start your own line, but I always knew I would be with you."

Kurt tilted his head to give Blaine a kiss and then pulled away with a breathy "I love you". How on earth could Blaine still make him feel this way after all these years? How did he ever get so unbelievably lucky?

"Oh God," Santana gagged. She jumped out of bed and ran out of the room with a hand covering her mouth. Kurt and Blaine burst into giggles.

They laid there for a while after they settled down, trading lazy kisses and making excuses to stay in bed for just ten more minutes. They heard sounds of someone moving around their apartment and they knew they should get up, but just ten more minutes.

"You two do realize we have somewhere to be a few of hours."

Kurt groaned at the second interruption but was too blissed out to reprimand his best friend and number one cock block. Santana invited herself into their room, but this time she wasn't alone. Brittany tailed behind her, carrying a tray in nothing but her underwear and a t-shirt that Kurt was sure belonged to Blaine at one point.

Kurt sat up, making sure the sheets didn't slip too low, and nudged Blaine to do the same. "Happy Graduation!" Brittany exclaimed, setting the tray over Blaine's lap. On it was a glass of milk and an omelet with "Congrats" spelled out in ketchup.

"Thank you, Brittany," Blaine said and reached over to give Brittany a hug.

"I made it with extra spinach. You need to be extra strong today to stay awake during the torture fest," she said with a large smile.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at Santana. He knew Brittany still tended to pick things up from what was said around her like a small child, but most of what she truly took to heart were things said by her girlfriend. "Torture fest?"

"What?" Santana shrugged with absolutely no trace of apology. "That's what this graduation is going to be. I'm about to sit through God know how many speeches about 'embarking on the next chapter of your lives'. I can't even sneak off for a quickie in the bathroom, because Brittany couldn't get Mike to cover her class."

"To be fair," Blaine said around a mouthful of egg, "It is kind of ridiculous to ask him to fly back home from LA to cover one class in the middle of shooting Mercedes's new video."

"I guess," Santana sighed and then grabbed Brittany's hand. "Be ready to leave at 9:00. Come on Brit, let's make the most of our time, before you have to leave to teach your dance class."

"See you at the party, Blaine!" Brittany called out, before Santana dragged her off into their bedroom down the hall.

"Party?" Blaine asked.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "It was supposed to be a surprise party. I'm actually surprised Santana kept her from telling you about it this long."

"Baby, I don't need a party," Blaine said, "Besides, I thought the party was at the club last night."

"Last night was a joint celebration for Santana signing on with the line and your graduation. The party today is just for you." Kurt replied. He laid back down before he continued, "It's not every day my boyfriend graduates from Columbia law school at the top of his class."

Blaine grinned bashfully and ducked his head, shoving the last bit of his breakfast in his mouth. It wasn't for another couple of minutes before Blaine spoke. "You know, I did imagine this."

Kurt opened his eyes from where they had drifted closed to look at Blaine with question.

"Not just us, because that was always a sure thing for me." And now Blaine was searching Kurt eyes in the way he did when he had something important to say. It was like he was trying to will Kurt into believing what he was saying was the truth to end all truths. "Being together was never a question, but you being such a success and everyone finally realizing how special Kurt Hummel really is? I always knew that would happen too."

Blaine rubbed his hands together. Kurt recognized it as a habit from extreme nervousness, but he didn't interrupt. "Even when NYADA didn't accept you and you didn't know what you were going to do with your life, I wasn't worried because there was no way that was the end for you. It was just the beginning. That first year when you were here and I was still in Ohio, you would Skype me every night, so tired after being on your feet all day and tired from trying to find out who you were going to be. But I knew. You were Kurt, the beautiful boy I was going to spend the rest of my life with. You were so much stronger than you gave yourself credit for. It was like you were the only one who couldn't see all the great things you were going to accomplish."

Blaine paused and Kurt said, "You lawyers are so eloquent." It was then that he realized he was tearing up, but he didn't know why. "What brought this on?"

Blaine took a deep breath and set the breakfast tray on the floor. Then he slid out of bed and dug through the pockets of the pants he wore last night. When he came back to bed, he carried a small box in his hand. "I like to think I had some part in that - in you realizing all your dreams, but that would be a lie. You would have still done everything without me. You would have still been great. I've only been lucky enough to be the one by your side all this time."

No, Kurt wanted to say. No, because Blaine had it all wrong. Blaine was the only reason he was here today. Blaine was the one who gave him courage and hope when they were just kids battling bullies and fighting for solos that were once so important, but that he couldn't remember now. He was the one who believed in Kurt when Kurt was ready to give up. He was Kurt's strength. If Kurt was great, it was only because he had Blaine to support him when he didn't know how he was going to get up in the morning to face another day of serving business men their morning coffee - or later when he thought he would never get any farther than fetching coffee for designers who couldn't remember his name. No, Kurt wanted to shout, but he couldn't because he was too distracted by the small box in Blaine's hand.

And he was still talking, so Kurt pried his eyes away from the box to Blaine's face.

"I know we're young , but I can't imagine my life without you. We promised not decide anything until I was hired by a firm so we could be comfortable and have a way to pay for the wedding, but I don't see the point in waiting any more if you feel the same way."

Blaine opened the box and held it in front of Kurt so he could see the ring. "Will you marry me?"

Before Kurt realized what he was doing, he was on his feet rummaging through their closet. After another moment, Kurt walked back with a box of his own that he had been holding onto for months. They stared at one another before laughing and lunging for each other with a kiss.

Later, after they accepted each other's rings, Santana entered their room for a third time. She looked at them, curled around each other and hands clasped. Kurt saw a flash of a soft smile on her face before a scowl replaced it.

"We're leaving in twenty minutes and you two better have some damn clothes on!"

She yelled something about being a lesbian and not having to deal with seeing so much dick any more. Blaine laughed and shouted something back, but Kurt just smiled.

They both finally got out of bed and got dressed. Kurt helped settle Blaine's graduation cap on his mess of curls and Santana took a few pictures before declaring they had to leave. Later Kurt would cheer along with Santana, the Hummels, the Andersons, and a few more close friends Kurt and Blaine picked up over the years. Burt would yell "That's my boy!" and Mrs. Anderson would cry into Kurt's shoulder.

After the ceremony, they would announce their engagement to the surprise of no one, except maybe Cooper who thought they were already married. Out of all the uncertainties about where Kurt and Blaine would end up, there was never any doubt that they would still be Kurt and Blaine.