Put a Ring On It

They were alone.

For the first time in a week, they were completely alone.

Rachel had left without much of an explanation, except that she was going out to meet Mercedes for a girl's night, so the boys were given at least a good couple hours of privacy.

The first ten minutes consisted mostly of the pair quickly finding themselves on the couch, lips and limbs tangled together. They hadn't even had the chance to be this intimate ever since Rachel had dropped out of NYADA a week ago, which had caused her to be at the loft more often than not. In addition to that, Sam still had a tendency to barge in at the worst times, always interrupting them just before they started shedding clothes.

Blaine had been yearning for some exclusive time with Kurt in order to show him just how deep their trust was. Ever since Kurt had been attacked the week prior, Blaine had been keeping a protective eye on him; it had honestly annoyed Kurt in the slightest, but he didn't make a fuss about it because he knew Blaine did it purely out of love. All Blaine wanted was one night where he could inspect, touch, and kiss Kurt's scars, treasuring them for what they were: a result of Kurt's bravery and will to stand up against those malevolent jerks.

Taking advantage of this golden opportunity, Blaine led Kurt gently but eagerly by the hand toward Kurt's bedroom, where they spent the next hour exploring and admiring each other's bodies, reminding each other of their undying love through kisses and delicate touches.

Tonight was their night, and they weren't going to let it go to waste.

They were lying side by side in Kurt's bed, the sheets pulled over them, when an uncomfortable sensation shot through Blaine's stomach.

"I think it's about time we had dinner, don't you?"

Kurt turned his head to look him in the eyes. "Have you even eaten anything today?" he asked seriously.

"I ate breakfast," Blaine told him. "Didn't really have time for lunch between class and critique rehearsal, though."

Kurt sat up and threw the covers off himself.

"Wait, where are you going? Don't leave me!" Blaine said, reaching for him.

"I'm going to make sure my fiancé doesn't starve to death from his own lack of self-care."

Blaine watched Kurt fondly as he slipped on his previously discarded jeans. "Come here."

Kurt finished zipping his fly and turned to face Blaine again. "Why?"

Blaine didn't speak, and instead responded by sliding out of bed and stepping around to peck Kurt's lips. "I miss you."

Kurt couldn't resist the smile forcing its way out of his mouth. "Miss you, too. Now come with me to the kitchen so I can take care of you."

The unintended suggestiveness in that last sentence made Blaine grin. "So, should I not put my pants back on?"

It took Kurt a few seconds to catch on, but when he did he only laughed and shoved Blaine's shoulder. "You should put them on, so I don't feel overdressed." Without another word, he turned, pulled back the curtain, and disappeared into the kitchen.

After Blaine made himself decent, he followed suit. "Do you require any assistance?" he said with an exaggerated accent of propriety.

"I think I can handle this. You can go pick out a movie or something if you want."

Blaine didn't even bother asking what was on the menu for the night; he figured that whatever it was, it would be delicious as long as Kurt was making it. He paced his way into the living room, but instead of looking through their movie options, he picked up his phone from where it had been left on the coffee table. To his surprise, he discovered he had a text message from Rachel.

Kurt may have accidentally told me you've never seen this. Enjoy!***

Attached to the text was a video link, which Blaine pondered curiously. From the context, he guessed it was about Kurt, which is what lead him to press the play button.

The contents of the video were most certainly not what Blaine was expecting. He was right about one thing: that was most definitely Kurt, but it wasn't the Kurt he'd always known. This video had to have been taken before he had first met Kurt four years ago; he looked so much younger and- to Blaine's amusement- shorter. All in all, Blaine thought he looked adorable.

"Blaine, I lied," the present Kurt said as he stepped out of the kitchen. "I think I might need your help with dinner tonight."

Blaine's head snapped up to meet his eyes. "What?"

His sudden change in behavior made Kurt a bit worried. "You okay?"

Blaine blinked. "Oh, yeah, yeah, fine."

"What are you looking at?" Kurt asked with a hint of concern in his voice. He padded over to Blaine in an attempt to peak at his phone screen.

Blaine pressed his phone to his chest as a smile grew on his face. "You, apparently."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "No, I mean what's so interesting on your phone?"

Blaine's smile grew wider as he handed the phone to his fiancé.

The moment Kurt laid eyes on the screen, he nearly dropped it in shock. In the video, he was back in the basement of his dad's old house wearing a black unitard with Tina and Brittany on either side of him. It continued playing as he looked up at Blaine. "How did you find this?"

"Rachel," Blaine answered bluntly.

Kurt's lip tightened. "I'm gonna kill her."

"No," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's free hand before he could walk away. "Don't."

Kurt stopped, pausing to glance at Blaine again and handing him back his phone. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to delve into the conversation any further.

"Is this where your dad got those dance moves from?"

That broke the mild tension.

Kurt laughed; the slight embarrassment he had felt a second ago had easily dissolved. "Y-yeah, it is."

"I don't get it: why didn't you want me to see this?"

Kurt pursed his lips. "It's not that I didn't want you to... it just never really came up in conversation."

"I think it's adorable," Blaine said, giving Kurt a loving look. "I think you're adorable."

Kurt gave Blaine a once-over, taking notice that they both were still shirtless. "Now I feel old."

"We've tried time and again not to turn into an old married couple, but let's face it: it's too late for us now. We're already more than halfway there."

Kurt squinted his eyes at him. "Watch it."

Blaine beamed at him and brought his arms up to wrap around Kurt's neck, pressing their naked chests together. "You should teach me that dance."

"Oh god!" Kurt shoved Blaine playfully, crossing him arms and laughing again.

Blaine stuck his lip out in a pout. "Please?"

"I can't even really remember it; it's been so long."

"Fine, I'll just watch the video again," Blaine threatened.

Kurt ignored him, turning his main focus back toward the kitchen. "Are you going to help me make dinner or not?"

Blaine huffed in defeat. "Food sounds pretty wonderful right now."

Kurt reached over and laced his hand with Blaine's, glancing over at him for a moment before placing a kiss on his cheek. "We're getting married."

It was probably the millionth time Blaine had heard Kurt say it, and he knew he would never get tired of hearing it. "I know."

Kurt was looking at him with that same expression he'd had the day the two of them had met: as if nothing else in the world mattered, as if all he wanted right now in this moment was to be with Blaine. "We really are more than halfway there."

"To being an old married couple?"

Kurt giggled. "Yeah..." He paused, squeezing Blaine's hand affectionately. "Go pick out a movie."

"I thought you wanted my help."

"I have a better idea: we can order delivery and cuddle on the couch while we wait for it to get here."

Blaine stared at him uncertainly before giving in and accepting Kurt's hand to join him on the couch.

The next ten minutes consisted of certain events that clearly did not include a movie or ordering of food, and in the end the only thing that made them stop was the sound of Blaine's stomach, which amused Kurt slightly. For the rest of the night, the pair sat on the couch practically latched on to one another, feeding each other, and eventually resuming their previous heated make out session- which was unfortunately cut short due to Rachel's return. All the two of them could do now was hope that they would get another night completely to themselves again soon, or else they'd have to find their own excuse to get Rachel out of the loft. Besides, Blaine was still determined to get Kurt to teach him that dance.