A/N: I still don't own Glee, or any songs or products you may recognize.

Tuesday afternoon: four hours until the polls close, November 6, 2012.

"Which house is next?" Blaine squinted at the numbers on the mailboxes, trying to match up to the printout.

How can he look adorable when he squints? Kurt didn't know, didn't care, and Blaine was baffled by the faraway smile on Kurt's face when he turned back to look at him. "Twenty one, silly."

They'd gone down this particular road in descending order. Blaine nodded, finding the address, and pulled over, ready to hop out with Kurt.

Strictly speaking, this phase didn't require two people to knock; some teams routinely had a driver and a person to do the knocking and talking. But they were making good time, and Blaine couldn't resist being at Kurt's side whenever possible. The wind was starting to bite a little, and he put the collar of his navy pea coat up. Kurt rang the doorbell, and adjusted his scarf. And they waited. They both stole a last glance at the list; it was always better if they had the name of the person they were seeking at the ready.

An elderly lady came to the door, and peered owlishly over her glasses at them, not unkindly. "Hello? Are you two Mormons? I'm afraid I -"

"No, ma'am, we're volunteers from the Obama campaign," and Blaine flashed a friendly, warm smile at her. "Are you Elsie Addams?"

"Yes I am." Humor sparkled now in her blue eyes, and her wrinkles became more prominent when she smiled. "I was just teasing you."

"Well, nice to meet you, I'm Kurt, and we'd like to know if you've voted yet, ma'am, or if you'd need a ride to the polls?" Kurt's eyes flicked to the list; she was 81 years old.

"No, boys, I voted already, with my granddaughter, Lucy. But thank you."

They'd chatted with her a few moments, and then they were off to find the next person on the printout. Blaine giggled. "You should've seen the look on your face when she asked if we were Mormons."

Kurt shot a minor bitch please glare at him. "Seriously, Blaine? Without even getting into politics or beliefs, I've seen Mormon missionaries. Fashion challenged doesn't begin to cover it."

Blaine snorted, so happy to be back to this comfortable place with snarky, funny Kurt. They'd only just gotten back together, but they both marveled at how, once they started talking, the bitter memory of the breakup started to retreat so quickly. He couldn't believe it sometimes, wanting to pinch himself to be sure he really was awake. He'd smiled so much in the last two days his face actually hurt.

"You're sure you're not going by those guys from the Broadway show?" he teased back.

"Really, Blaine? No, I've been accosted by the real deal. At least three times." He pointed back to the list. Next right, onto Oak Street.

Blaine nodded, and listened for the next address. They got through their list with half and hour to spare, and headed back to campaign headquarters.

Burt was working the phones, and so was Carole. Kate met them as they came in, to collect their list. "How many needed rides?"

"Just those three I marked," Kurt answered her. "What next?" He nodded gratefully at Blaine, who joined his side with a fresh coffee for each of them.

"Well, if you don't mind going out again so soon ..." she smiled, and headed over to the packets.

Three hours later...

"The polls have closed now," Blaine murmured into Kurt's ear.

"Sexiest voting day news update ever," Kurt sighed, meaning every word. "And...?"

"So that means no more calls, no more door knocking," Blaine circled to stand in front of him, "and here I am, with my boyfriend," God, he thought, loving being able to say that again, "with nothing to do," and he waggled his eyebrows and smiled a special, sexy smile that belonged to Kurt.

"I'd have to disagree," Kurt's tone was all business. Blaine looked up at him, a little surprised. "We do have a party to go to -"

And Blaine smirked and leaned in to kiss him; a kiss which quickly became heated, and passionate. They finally broke away for a moment, and Blaine asked softly, "what party?"

"Goof," Kurt teased him, and drew him in for another kiss. God, he'd missed Blaine, so much. He loved the way Blaine hummed happily as he held him and their tongues caressed each other, the way his body relaxed, melting into his own.

They did join Burt and the rest of the staffers and volunteers about an hour later. Burt didn't need to question his son, looking at his happy, peaceful expression, as he crossed the room, fingers intertwined with Blaine's. "Hey, kiddo, you decided to come over!"

"Hey, dad. So, where are we at?" He hardly needed to ask; they atmosphere in the room was electric, excited, everyone just waiting for the word to break out into outright cheering and partying.

"Getting there, son." He pointed to the MS-NBC map, with the electoral count. "Ohio can really get a chance to shine," he said, a little wistfully.

Carole joined him. "It will, Burt. The projections are good." She smiled at the crowd, milling around, grabbing pizza and drinks, eyes glued mostly the the television screens. "They put in so much work."

Burt nodded. No one could deny that. It was close in Ohio, but money considerations aside, they had the volunteers, superior technology (or so he'd heard, though he didn't doubt it), and an excited electorate. Despite the hardships and long lines at some polling places, the turnout was fantastic, and he knew the young vote was doing well.

Laura looked up from her computer, and grinned widely. "They didn't announce it yet, but I think we did it! By a good margin!"

Minutes later, the news team confirmed it; they changed channels, and all the major networks agreed, and were now reporting it: Obama had won in Ohio, and was now projected to be the winner!

They all finally went home around 2 AM, sooner than many had expected; really by 11:20 or so, Eastern time, no one had really questioned the outcome. Cheering, celebrating, eating; all of these things happened, but the core volunteers and staffers were all tired, and the party wrapped sooner than expected for all but a few die hards, who'd moved on to a local pub, open late for tonight.

"Dad, you look beat. Let us finish up here," Kurt pleaded.

"You know, kiddo, I'm not even gonna argue," he grinned back. "See you in the morning." And he found Carole, to bring her home.

Kurt scanned the room, huge piles of pizza boxes, overflowing recycle bins from all the water bottles, sodas, and beers, red white and blue decorations not quite as chipper looking as earlier tonight. The whole room had an air of happy exhaustion about it. He smiled at Blaine, who was already stuffing a large trash bag, and got to work, to tackle at least the big stuff.

They eased themselves into Kurt's room as quietly as they could some time later. The campaign office would still need some work, but it wasn't too bad. The tiredness hit Kurt, and he cut short his moisturizing routine, settling in with Blaine.

"Hey, you," Blaine crooned, pulling Kurt beside him.

"Should I be keeping you up on a school night," Kurt teased.

"Absolutely. I may just insist. And I'm not going in today, not a chance."

Kurt smiled as he kissed Blaine again, at how he was starting to sound like himself, like them. He'd seen flashes, these past few days, of the pain that hadn't quite died, of a hesitancy that shouldn't be there, and, when he thought no one was looking, at the sadness and regret that seeped back in at times on Blaine's face. He worried, knowing he was returning to New York and his internship on Thursday.

"Blaine?"

"Mmm?" he murmured, interrupted, but his attention was drawn by Kurt's serious tone.

"When do you think it'll be legal to marry in Ohio?"

Blaine propped himself up on his elbows, suddenly much more awake, and attentive. "Umm, not any time soon, as far as I know." Politics, he thought? What was in his beautiful boyfriend's mind?

Kurt turned to him, facing him fully, and caressed his lover's face. "These things are important."

Blaine murmured his assent, and leaned into the touch. Kurt smiled at him fondly; if Blaine were a cat, he'd be purring.

"Maybe it's not so abstract for me." Kurt watched as Blaine's eyes snapped open, eyes wide. He kissed his nose, gently, and backed up to speak to him better. "Blaine, I don't want to go back, it's going to be so hard," he whispered. He went on, quickly, not wanting to give him time to launch into another round of I'm sorry's, "being with you, like this, it's so right. I want forever."

Blaine's face flushed, his adorable triangular eyebrows shot up, and Kurt grasped both his hands in his. "We can't lose each other again, Blaine. I promised you two days ago that no matter what, I will always answer your calls or texts, even if it's really late when I'm able to do it. And even if I ever get mad at you," his voice hitched there, "I'll keep that promise from now on."

Blaine's eyes were now glazed with tears, and he nodded, and reached out to hold Kurt close, unable to speak.

Kurt broke away, and lifted Blaine's chin a little, to look at him with love plainly written all over his face. "But I don't think that's enough. I'll call you more, and you'll come out more than we planned originally, but I need more. I'd get out of bed and kneel and all, but I'm too damned comfy, all cozy and wrapped up here in you..." he watched as Blaine's face looked transfigured by hope. "Blaine Everett Anderson, I don't want you to be just my boyfriend anymore … will you make me the happiest of men, and consent to be my husband?"

Blaine gazed at him in shock before getting out a choked "yes!" followed by lots more yesses, as he ecstatically kissed his new fiance.

Kurt peered blearily at the clock radio on his bedside table. Almost 10, he sighed, and looked happily at the man he would someday wed, curled onto his side, his arm flung across Kurt's own chest, one leg draped over his. Blaine was so gone, and he wondered just how behind he'd gotten on his sleep in recent weeks. He angled his head down to kiss the curls just under his nose, and caress the shoulders of the man he loved. Blaine made a happy, deep noise in his sleep, and scooted even closer to him. Adorable.

About an hour later they joined the rest of the Hudmel clan and the staffers who'd stayed over, the TV in the living room full of news of President Obama's reelection, and coverage of all the other outcomes. Everyone was in a good mood, and Finn noticed them first.

"Dudes!" He smiled at them, happy to see them together again, though he noticed they looked, if that was possible, even happier than they had yesterday. Or had he just been really busy? "There's still muffins, and donuts, and whatever in the kitchen."

"Thanks, Finn," Kurt answered his brother. Then he cleared his throat as the show went to commercial, and spoke louder. "Everyone. We have something we'd like to tell you. Blaine and I plan to do something currently illegal in 41 states, and we wanted to tell you first."

Burt shared a look with his son, knowing exactly what he meant. Everyone else soon caught up, and the room was soon filled with loud whoops and sounds of celebration. He crossed over to them, and enveloped them both in a bear hug. Stepping back, he spoke directly to Blaine. "It's official now, kiddo, at least for me. You are one of us. Don't ever go thinking otherwise. Son," he turned to Kurt, "I'm happy for you. You haven't set a date or anything..."

"Oh God, no, dad," Kurt was happily flustered, "not yet." He gave Blaine a happy peck and turned to his dad. "But, since I'm going back so soon, I've got to get shopping," and he picked up Blaine's left hand and kissed his ring finger. Blaine flushed with happiness, feeling whole. He would hate sending Kurt back to New York, that hadn't changed. But sort of, everything had, in the best way he could imagine.

A/N: And they lived happily ever after. I actually hadn't planned on quite this course of events, but in the writing of it I swear Mr. Kurt Hummel stepped in and insisted. How could I resist? I hope you've all enjoyed this, and you know I love hearing from you.