“Well…” Blaine fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve. “I think this year we should be thankful for what we have, not what we don’t have. Which is why…” He took out the small box that he’d had on him all week as he’d waited for the right moment. He cleared his throat nervously. “I know we’ve taken things to a new level recently, which is why—”
Kurt’s eyes widened. “If this is an engagement ring, yes!” His face split into a grin. “What’s better than Christmas in New York? Eloping and getting married in Central Park on Christmas!”
Blaine stared at him in shock. “Oh…wow. Great, that was easy…”
Kurt’s eyes widened. “Wait…oh my god, are you actually proposing?!”
Blaine smiled sheepishly at him. “Well, I was going to find us an empty classroom so that you wouldn’t have the pressure of a public proposal—”
“Wait, wait, wait! I’m sorry, let’s do it all over again!” Kurt straightened his shoulders and handed Blaine back the box. “I want to hear the speech!”
Blaine laughed, taking the box back and opening it, to reveal his great uncle’s ring from his second wedding that he’d bequeathed to Blaine when he’d learned of his sexuality to give to “whatever guy was lucky enough to have him one day”. It was a simple white gold band with leafy vines carved delicately into the metal—his late great aunt Anne had been a gardening enthusiast—and small diamonds studded throughout the leaves.
Blaine took Kurt’s hand—they’d talked in great length about proposals and both agreed that holding hands was more poignant for them than one of them getting on their knees—remembering the first time he’d held his hand, pulling him from the Dalton stairs. He took a deep breath.
“Kurt, you are the love of my life and I want to make it official between the two of us. Though it may not be legally recognized in Ohio, I want to marry you, Kurt. I want to marry you in the state where we’ll both end up living one day and—hopefully—raising our family. I want to be able to walk down the halls with my husband, to do dishes with my husband, to watch Jersey Shore with my husband, to preform onstage with my husband this very minute, but I’ll have to settle for doing all those things with my fiance, if you’ll have me. Kurt, this ring is a promise. A promise to always love you. To defend you even if I know you’re wrong. To surprise you. To always pick up your calls no matter what I’m doing. To bake you cookies at least twice a year and to kiss you whenever and where ever you want. And mostly to make sure that you always remember how perfectly imperfect you are. So, Kurt Hummel…” He held up the ring nervously. “Would you do the honor of becoming my husband?”
“Yes!” Kurt burst out, eyes tearing up as he rushed the ring onto his finger and threw his hands around Blaine, kissing him passionately in the middle of the hallway. “Best Christmas ever.”
“I agree,” Blaine grinned. “Soon-to-be Mr. Hummel-Anderson.”
