Kurt smiled to himself as Blaine opened the car door with a flourish. He stepped out of the vehicle to find himself facing a quaint bistro, something that seemed both homely as well as expensive, if that was even possible.
Blaine stood beside him and grabbed his hand, tugging him excitedly toward the door of the establishment. Kurt shook his head fondly and followed along. Blaine was always such an eager puppy.
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They were led to the reserved table by the petite hostess, who had shared a suspicious smile with Blaine once he had given his name. But maybe Kurt was just over-analyzing things.
They sat at a table rather than a booth. Kurt admired the lacy tablecloth as the waitress came by and handed them the menus.
Blaine quickly ordered and Kurt followed suit, his flawless pronunciation of the French dish putting a dreamy smile on the other guy's face.
The waitress soon left to grab their drinks, leaving the two in a comfortable silence which was soon broken with idle chatter and catching up.
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An hour had passed, filled with food and laughter. Suddenly the entire room became quiet as if by some secret signal. Kurt looked around furtively, trying to see what was going on without making a scene. He turned back toward Blaine and the look on his face told Kurt that the curly-haired tenor knew exactly what was going on.
He opened his mouth to ask but before a word could escape his lips Kurt heard a very familiar melody begin to play from the speakers stationed throughout the room.
"You didn't," he whispered, horrified yet oddly excited as the lyrics of Beyonce's Single Ladies filled the room.
"Maybe," Blaine replied with his trademark smirk.
Then there was a rush of noise near the kitchen doors and Kurt turned his head to see all the girls of New Directions shimmying and sashaying toward his table with huge grins on their faces. Brittany and Tina wore their infamous leotards and Kurt couldn't help but laugh as he remembered his own.
But then something even more amazing occurred: Burt Hummel exited the kitchen in his own special outfit, dancing like he had that particular day that would live in Kurt's heart forever.
Kurt laughed louder now, the sound mixed with a desperate shriek of surprise. The girls were now beside him, circled around him, and pulling him up from his seat.
Kurt looked at Blaine but the smug look on his face told that he had knew all about it beforehand, had probably planned it all out himself.
So Kurt gave in and danced like no one was watching, laughing and smiling the entire time. He would look pointedly at Blaine every few lines, enjoying the smile on his boyfriend's face just as much as the silly dance moves and the adrenaline the actions gave him.
As the song came to an end, Kurt took a bow along with the girls before launching himself at his father and hugging the man tight.
"Dad!"
"Hey son."
Kurt pulled back, his eyes already wet. "I cannot believe you're here!"
"I wouldn't miss this day for the world," Burt explained, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
"What?"
"Turn around kiddo."
Kurt followed his father's instructions, not knowing what to expect. This was Blaine after all. He had a tendency to be all-out with his love declarations.
And there Blaine stood, his eyes gleaming and his lips curved up in a beautiful smile.
"Kurt."
"Blaine."
"I'm here to put a ring on it." And with those words the shorter of the two lowered himself to one knee, his hands offering a small black box which opened to reveal a beautiful silver ring.
"Blaine," came from Kurt's mouth in a quiet whoosh of breath, the word not even processing until after he'd said it. "I..."
"Kurt Hummel, will you make me the happiest man alive and agree to become my husband?"
And looking down at Blaine's gorgeous eyes, so full of hope and admiration and love, there wasn't a chance in Hell for Kurt. He was gone the second he'd seen Blaine on the staircase of Dalton years ago.
"Yes, I will."
