So yeah...this came out of nowhere in the back of my head, and the inspiration has continued to grow as the summer has begun to progress. Plus, now that Season 3 is over, I need something to help even myself survive the long wait till season 4 along with everyone else!
Well, anyways, thanks for checking it out and enjoy the story!
47 Ways To Propose
Part 1
Wednesday
Blaine dug his hand into his jean pocket and rummaged out his keys. They jingled in his hand as he stuck the house key into the door handle's keyhole. It clicked, and he swung the heavy door open; he hummed to the beat from his earphones as he stepped inside. The door slammed behind him while he scuffed his heels against the wood floor and turned off his iPod. "I'm home!" he called. He waited, but there was no answer... "Honey? I'm home!" he said a bit louder.
A loud rustling came from the kitchen, causing Blaine to grin.
He followed the sound, stepping onto the black and white tiled floor, and spotting the source of the noise almost immediately. "Hi!"
The brunette leaning over the counter scrambled to hide the mysterious object he had been messing with. "No! Go away!"
Blaine's cheesy grin faltered. "Why?"
"It's not finished yet!"
"What isn't?"
"Just go away!"
Blaine grunted. "Fine." He reluctantly walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. He glanced down at the coffee table and found the latest issue of Vogue lying open on it. He couldn't help but roll his eyes before leaning over and picking it up. He barely managed to flip through the pages before his boyfriend reappeared and sat down beside him. Blaine looked down at what he was holding and saw two small Margarita glasses, one in each of his hands, which looked to be filled with some type of red liquid.
"Surprise!" Kurt said, handing Blaine one of the glasses.
"What are these?"
"Well, they're my attempt at homemade Shirley Temple Margaritas."
Blaine quirked an eyebrow at him. "What's the occasion?"
"Oh you know, just because."
"I don't believe you."
"And why not?"
"Because the only time I have ever seen you anywhere near alcohol is whenever we're either out with friends or celebrating something."
Kurt pursed his lips.
"So, what is it this time?"
Kurt didn't answer him.
"I won't drink it if you won't tell me," Blaine teased, leaning in closer.
Kurt unsuccessfully suppressed a large grin. "Okay! I'll tell you!" He set his glass down on the coffee table and turned to face Blaine directly. "Do you remember that audition I had last week?"
"Yeah." Blaine now recalled Kurt leaving the apartment early Friday afternoon, rushing out the door without even properly telling him goodbye, and not even giving him a little kiss before he left like he usually did.
"Well..." Kurt reached across his lap and took Blaine's glass from his hand, setting it down on the coffee table beside his before turning back around and taking both of Blaine's hands in his own.
"What happened?"
Kurt took a deep eager breath. "I got a call this morning, and they told me..." he gently squeezed Blaine's hands, "that I have a callback!"
Blaine's eyes lit up. "Kurt, that's amazing!"
Kurt let out a little squeal before throwing his arms around Blaine's neck.
Blaine's hands instinctively came up to rest on Kurt's back. "I take it you really blew them away, huh?"
Kurt pulled back to look at Blaine. "I don't know, I guess."
"Does Rachel know yet?"
"No! I wanted you to be the first person I told."
Blaine smiled. "So you waited for me to get home."
"Of course."
"So, when is your callback?"
"Sunday."
"Do you know what song you're going to sing for it?"
Kurt shrugged and laughed sheepishly.
"Actually, I kind of have everything planned out; I started prepping the moment after I got the call."
Blaine laughed. "You would."
"Hey! I got excited, okay?" Kurt reached over and playfully shoved Blaine in the shoulder.
"But I still don't understand why you want to celebrate a callback with alcoholic beverages."
"I know it's not that big of a deal really, but it is big step for me."
"What do you mean?"
"This is only my third audition; this callback is a really good sign."
Blaine frowned. "Kurt-"
"I know it doesn't guarantee anything for me, but it means I'm just that one step closer. These producers know who I am now, so that puts my foot just that much farther in the door. I don't expect to get the part this time. Heck, I've only been going at this for two months; Rachel said that you should give yourself two years at the longest before you can expect to finally make it. After that, well, that's when you should realize that either there's something you're not doing right or you really just aren't meant for Broadway."
"But of course that won't happen to you," Blaine said.
Kurt's lip twitched.
"And on that note," he continued, reaching over to pick up his Margarita glass, "this calls for a toast."
Kurt smiled and picked his own glass up, raising it in front of him.
"Cheers to baby steps."
"Baby steps," Kurt repeated as their glasses clinked together.
Both of them raised their glasses to their lips and took a sip.
Blaine pursed his lips and nodded his approval. "Absolutely perfect."
Kurt giggled. "Even after all these years your dapper side is still there."
Blaine shrugged. "What can I say? I like to be a gentleman."
"Act upon kindness, and thou shall be rewarded," Kurt said, taking another sip.
"What is that from?"
"I have no idea."
Blaine chuckled, happily sipping his drink. "You're adorable."
Kurt scooted closer to Blaine and laced their free hands together. "And you're excruciatingly handsome."
The two of them continued to sip away at their drinks and snuggle on the couch until both of their glasses were empty.
Kurt detached himself from Blaine's arm and stood up, picking up the glasses. "I'll be right back," he said before heading off to the kitchen.
"Those taste wonderful, honey," Blaine said, earning him a little smile from his boyfriend before he completely disappeared into the other room. Blaine eyed the doorway longingly as he waited patiently for his love to return.
There were so many things about Kurt that always made Blaine want to wrap him in his arms and never let go.
Whenever they had a special sit-at-home-and-cuddle-on-the couch-while-watching-classic-movie-musicals-all-night-long kind of date night, they were always in the same position: Blaine would have his arm draped over Kurt's shoulder, while the top of Kurt's head was nestled into the crook of Blaine's neck.
Blaine smiled and hummed to himself as he heard the water running in the sink as Kurt rinsed out the glasses. Blaine had only been out of school for six whole months now; he had graduated back in mid-May from New York University with his Bachelor's degree and a high ranking at the top fifth of his class.
Kurt had graduated over a year ago, earning his degree from NYCDA- New York's Conservatory of Dramatic Arts- after he had received an urgent letter from them early in the summer after his senior year, practically pleading for him to apply. Before his boyfriend graduated and after he had left college, all Kurt ever seemed to do was either work his job at the Forever 21 just off of Times Square or help Blaine finish studying for his last school exams ever.
Either way, whatever they were doing, they were usually together, and nothing else really seemed to matter.
And that moment was when it finally hit Blaine, that this was it- this was the life the two of them had dreamed of living together for years; but even as they lived here, happier than Blaine could ever remember being, there was still something missing... and Blaine knew just what it was. Here he was, living with the man he loved more than anything else in the world, so, so happy. They had come so far from where they had started when they first met, but yet not far enough, Blaine thought.
He only managed to snap back to reality once his lover came back from the kitchen...
To Be Continued...
So yeah, this first part is basically just meant to give the reader the idea of Kurt and Blaine's relationship at this point in their life.
Thanks for reading. More is to come very soon, so stay tuned everyone!
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