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Who| Blaine and Kurt
What| Blaine and Kurt being Blaine and Kurt, also Blaine learns more about what's been going on back home.
Where| Kurt's room
When| Before the District Tours
Warnings/Notes| None yet!

Blaine had been spending as much time as he could with Kurt. In general, he tried not to ask about what had happened to Kurt back home and instead focused on training with Kurt. He had settled into the role of teaching Kurt how to box easily enough.

They had spent the morning doing just that and then Blaine walked Kurt back to his room. He was a little sweaty from the work out. It had broken his gel a bit, so that his hair was curling just slightly around his neck and forehead. He was planning on going back to his room to fix it after dropping Kurt off, but then Kurt had suggested he come into the suite to get some water.

Blaine felt so desperate for Kurt's presence that it was impossible to say no, not even with his hair on the line. Instead, he had disappeared into the bathroom to fix it quickly with a comb before joining Kurt in his room for some water and pieces of fruit.

"This looks good," he said with a grin as he sat by Kurt. They were alone now, no cameras and not even an Avox in sight. Blaine felt a bit ball of tension in his stomach, as he pictured what they would have done with this moment back when they were together. He still didn't know that to Kurt they weren't just back together, but had become so much more than that.

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Kurt hadn't told Blaine yet. There just hadn't been a good time to, with everything that was always going on in the Capitol--and despite what Harley had said, he wasn't ready for everyone to know just yet.

Here, though, it was just the two of them. They finally had time to just sit and be together, and he planned to fully take advantage of that. He curled up on the bed, eating an orange slice and trying not to let on how incredibly nervous he was. He had to remind himself that this was just Blaine, and he didn't have to wear a mask around him.

"So am I getting any better at fighting?" he asked, trying to start off the conversation easy.

Blaine nodded. "Yeah," he said. "It helps to think of it like a dance. At least for now. Dancing won't really help in the Arena." He reached out and put a hand on Kurt's leg, not wanting to get too heavy into talking about the Arena, and needing some kind of physical comfort at the thought of it.

He let his hand linger there for a moment, not wanting to break that contact.

The last time they were here together, Kurt might have felt a little uncomfortable with that contact. Now, though, it was as easy as breathing. He reached down and placed his hand on top of Blaine's, stroking the other boy's knuckles.

"Hey Blaine?" His voice was soft, tentative. "I have to tell you a few things. One bad thing, and one...one really good thing. Which one would you like to hear first?"

"The bad?" Blaine said with a worried expression. He got the feeling it had to do with something from back home and he felt his mind racing over the ideas of what it might be.

"Okay," said Kurt, and he looked down at their hands, his throat tightening. No matter how many times he said it, it never got easier. For the first time in his life he was actually almost grateful that he had so much experience with grief; otherwise he felt like he'd crumble into pieces.

"It's Finn," he said finally. "He's... Finn's dead."

For a moment, Blaine could only stare. He thought that Kurt had to be joking, and a small smile started to form on his lips, but the view of Kurt's face and body made it clear that this wasn't a joke.

"Wh-what?" Blaine asked, not even sure where to begin with this news. It was shocking, to the point that his brain wasn't processing it.

"Please don't make me say it again," said Kurt with a small, strained smile. Witnessing Blaine's shocked disbelief was like experiencing his own all over again, and it made him feel hollow and sick.

Blaine thought for a moment that Kurt had to have been joking, but the look on his face made him second guess that idea. Kurt wasn't the type to joke about something like that, especially not in this place where they had been forced to watch each other die over and over.

So many questions came into his mind about the how, the why, the when, but the weight of the idea that Finn was gone was so heavy on him that he was speechless. Back home people didn't get to come back.

Blaine wasn't sure what he could say or do, or even how to start to process the shock that was settling over him. Instead, he reached out and took Kurt's hand.

The gesture was welcome, even if Kurt felt like his grief had plateaued at this point. He honestly didn't have any more tears left in him to shed.

He squeezed Blaine's hand, holding it in silence for a while. He wanted Blaine to know that he was there for him, to help him through his grief as well. After all, Blaine's was fresh, like a new stab wound.

Blaine was still in a too shocked place though. It filtered in slowly. "What... what happened?" he asked after a moment. He just wasn't sure what else to ask. How could someone as young as Finn just be gone?

Kurt shook his head. "I really don't want to talk about that," he said firmly. "I want to just think about what it was like when he was alive, okay? Can we do that?"

Blaine nodded as his vision blurred a bit. "Okay," he said. His voice felt like it was caught up in his throat.

"I'm sorry you've been dealing with that all alone since you got back," he added after taking a moment to swallow and breathe..

"It's okay," said Kurt with a smile. "I'm stronger than I look." He tugged Blaine's hand a little bit closer. "But I'm glad I got to tell you this now. Now I'm not alone anymore."

Blaine managed a small smile for him. "I know you're strong," he said. "You're stronger than any one else I know." He settled next to him and wrapped one arm around him carefully. He needed that contact right then, but he also didn't want to take any more than Kurt was willing to give.

Kurt didn't move away at all. Instead he slid closer, snuggling against Blaine, thoroughly enjoying the contact. He didn't want to intrude on Blaine's grief at all, but he couldn't wait to divulge the next bit of information.

"So," he said softly, turning his head to gently nose against Blaine's hair. "Want to know the good thing now?"

Blaine nodded a bit. Anything to distract him from the realization that they had lost someone back home. "Yeah. Of course."

It felt sort of cheap, to tell Blaine this in such a lackluster way when the proposal itself had been such a grand spectacle. It had been a dream come true, honestly-- Kurt had felt far away, like he was in a fairy tale, wandering through a beautiful dream that he never had to wake up from. It was impossible to convey that feeling right then, just sitting alone with Blaine in this deceptively beautiful but terrible place.

Still, it was now or never. Kurt tilted his head a little, giving Blaine a playful smile.

"So," he teased. "If you ever asked me to marry you, how would you do it?"

Blaine blinked. He felt like his head was spinning, after being socked with such an intense wave of grief with this new, unexpected question. Kurt often left him feeling dizzy with confusion, but it had never been this extreme.

"Oh... well," Blaine didn't really have to think about it that long. He had considered the possibility often enough. "Something really grand. You deserve to have a statement made about who you are. I'd probably have everyone there, and I'd find a way to make it special."

"Mhm," said Kurt knowingly, then dropped the bomb. "So what if I told you that you did?"

Blaine's eyes narrowed a bit. "I did?" He pulled up then, looking directly at Kurt. "Are you saying we're back together?" More than back together, though, engaged? Blaine wasn't even sure he could begin to deal with that idea, not when he was already reeling from everything else.

"Hold your horses," Kurt teased, his eyes sparkling with laughter. "You don't even know if I said yes yet!"

"But I wouldn't have asked if we weren't," Blaine pointed out. Except that he might actually do something just like that. He knew how stupid he could get when he was desperate and carried away with an idea. He'd probably be willing to ask Kurt before they were back together even with all of his friends and family telling him what a dumb idea it was.

"And you did... Didn't you? Why else would you tell me?" Kurt wasn't the vindictive sort to bring it up otherwise. He wasn't as dumb as Blaine could be.

"I know, I know," said Kurt with another laugh. He turned his body a little to snuggle up closer to Blaine. "I like seeing you squirm."

And then he couldn't hold it back anymore. He'd been trying to for way too long, even before his second arrival here. Without another moment's hesitation he swooped in, pressing his lips against Blaine's.

Blaine felt surprised by the kiss, but too relieved by it to pull away. He felt like his entire body melted into it, as if he had only been holding himself together by holding his breath as he waited for Kurt to kiss him again. One hand moved to the side of Kurt's head to keep him close as he pressed back, deepening the kiss.

It was a different world. To be doing this freely--without the burden of what had separated them before--was exhilarating, and Kurt let himself give in completely. He touched Blaine's face and hair as they kissed, then decided they weren't close enough and wrapped his arms around the other boy's shoulders.

All the grief and sadness between them met in the middle, crushed between their bodies, annihilated by the force of their love. Kurt wanted it all to crumble, so he pressed as close to Blaine as he could, trying to soothe as well as be soothed, to heal and be healed at the same time.

Blaine was still stunned and confused by his grief, so he clung to the familiarity of Kurt's body. It was familiar too, as he had taken so much care to memorize the way that Kurt felt against him. More than that, he had thought about it every day since he had made that terrible mistake and ruined their relationship.

As they kissed he let his hands press into Kurt's back. When they had to pull back to breathe, he gasped a bit. "I missed you so much," he said quietly. And then, grinning, "I can't believe we're going to get married."

"I missed you too," Kurt admitted, trailing both hands down Blaine's face. He held it carefully, stroking the other boy's cheekbones with his thumbs. "Are you okay? I know this is a lot to take in, especially about Finn."

Blaine paused for a moment and then admitted, "I'm not sure. It doesn't feel really real right now... If you need to talk about it, I'm here, you know."

He stroked Kurt's back lightly. "And... Um... I should probably work on asking you a question too. Otherwise the other thing won't feel real either..."

"It's been a while since it happened," Kurt said softly. "I'm...healing. But you only just found out, so--you know. I'm here for you too."

He stroked his hand over Blaine's chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt. "And I wouldn't mind if you asked again. I'm not sure if I want the whole Capitol knowing about us just yet, though..."

Blaine nodded and then, after a moment he licked his lips and then asked. "Will you marry me?" After all, it was just the two of them here now. It didn't feel right to have the question just be a spur of the moment sort of thing without a grand show to back it up, but it was all they could afford without the Capitol knowing.

Kurt let out a short, startled little laugh.

"Get down on one knee, silly!" he chirped, feeling just as elated and nervous as he had when Blaine had asked him that same question at Dalton.

Blaine laughed a bit and then got off of the bed. He then got down on one knee by the bed and looked up at Kurt.

"You know, you're the love of my life, Kurt. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life or the next without you. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" he asked, rambling a bit off the top of his head as he looked up at Kurt.

While Kurt had definitely appreciated the four show choirs, the choreographed song, and the rose petals, the simplicity of this was honestly just as wonderful. I really am the luckiest person ever, he thought. I get to be proposed to by the love of my life twice.

"Yes," said Kurt with another bright laugh. "Of course. Now get back up here."

Blaine grinned as he got back up to the bed. He felt impossibly giddy. He kissed Kurt as he settled next to him.

"Was the ring nice?" he asked. "I'm sorry I don't have one here... Maybe I can make one?"

"It's beautiful," Kurt assured him. "And I really don't need a ring. Though it would be nice to show everyone that I'm yours."

He moved to recline on the bed, pulling Blaine down with him.

"I'm yours too," Blaine points out. Then he nuzzles against Kurt as they settle down. "I feel like I've been yours since I met you at that staircase." Then, after a moment. "I wish I had just realized it and saved us both a lot of trouble."

"Don't worry about that now," said Kurt with a laugh. He touched Blaine's face, stroking his cheek.

"We're here now. We're together. And nothing will break us apart this time."

Blaine nodded then, believing those words completely. "Yes. Yes nothing ever will." Not their grief, not his own stupidity, not the Capitol. Nothing would ever truly break them apart again. He kissed Kurt lightly, just a sign of his affection.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too," said Kurt, his voice soft but full of emotion. "Could we just lie here for a while?"

He slid a little closer, needing Blaine's arms completely around him, needing to hear his heartbeat. He wanted to stow away every memory, lock it inside his heart for the next arena. Maybe this time he could survive.

Blaine nodded as he wrapped around Kurt. "For as long as you need," he promised. "Forever, if we need to."

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