Kurt and Blaine were sat in Kurt’s car; they’d just finished their 2 month anniversary dinner at breadstix.

“Hey Blaine,” said Kurt, flashing him an adorable look through his eyelashes. “Errm as its our anniversary, I have another present for you”

“Oh, so the flowers weren’t everything, they were so lovely you didn’t have to get me anything else, Kurt.” said Blaine shyly; all he’d gotten Kurt was the ring he’d made, he was a little low on funds.

“This one was no problem, honey it’s a song… one of my favourites ever. And I’ve wanted to sing it to you for ages; you should really listen to the lyrics okay”

Blaine nodded. He wondered what song he was going to sing then Kurt hit play on his iPod and he recognised it immediately.

Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me

You're so mean
When you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you instead.

So complicated,
Look happy, You'll make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect

The whole worlds scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line and we try try try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that?

I'm pretty, pretty, pretty

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me
You're perfect, you're perfect to me
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me.

“Thank you Kurt, that was lovely, you are perfect to me too” said Blaine as tears rolled down his cheeks. “well after your presents mine seems inferior…”

“I’m sure it’s lovely, I love it no matter what, because it’s from my loving boyfriend.” said Kurt reaching across and taking Blaine's hand.

“Okay well,” said Blaine digging through his pockets, “Kurt, I love you, so much and I want this to be a promise” he continued holding out a small box. “A promise that I will always love you, that I will always be faithful too you… and that one day, when we’re ready I will marry you, you move me Kurt.”

Blaine opened the small box that held his homemade promise ring, he’d taken one of his old plain rings and wrapped a slither of Dalton tie around it and fashioned it into a bow tie, just like the ones Kurt always wore.

“Blaine, it’s beautiful… Thank You.” said Kurt admiring the ring tears streaming down his face.

“I’m glad you like it, I mean everything I said Kurt, I think you’re the guy for me, only guy for me, I love you and I’d never want to lose or hurt you…” said Blaine leaning in and giving his boyfriend a kiss.

“Blaine, you can never lose me, I’ll always be yours… always” said Kurt sliding the ring on his finger, “I’m going to wear it every day to show everyone that I’m yours and only yours.”

“And I’m yours Kurt, thank you again for the song and the carnations, they’re beautiful,” said Blaine staring at his boyfriends profile in the moonlight. “You’re beautiful”