An Artist Who Lost His Touch21

"Kurt?" Blaine asked his voice rough and barely audible.
"Yes, yes Blaine I'm here." Kurt's hands roamed over his boyfriend, not sure if he wanted to hug him, kiss him, or what.
"What happened? Where are we?"
"We're in the hospital, Blaine." Kurt said quietly, pushing his curls out of his face and letting his hands linger. He watched as Blaine's expression changed from confusion, to realization, to finally relief.
"You're okay, thank god." He breathed, reaching one of his own hands up and intertwining his fingers with Kurt's. "If he would've hurt you I don't know what I would've done."
"Me? Blaine he hurt you," Kurt could feel the stinging in his eyes again, "I thought I had lost you. There was so much blood."
"Hey, it's alright Kurt. I'm fine." Blaine whispered, tilting his head up to kiss Kurt gently. "Everything's okay now."
Cassandra cleared her throat gently and both boys jumped. Kurt had completely forgotten she was there and he blushed at the public display of affection. "Mom?"
"Hi, sweetheart." Cassandra responded tearfully, "I'm so sorry about your father. I… I didn't know."
"I tried to call," Blaine's voice cracked, "I tried to call every month, and you never picked up."
"Your father made us switch our number… he told me you wanted nothing to do with us." She scooted forward, closer, "I wish I would've known what he was doing. I'm so sorry Blaine. I'm… I'm divorcing him. No one hurts my baby and gets away with it."
"I love you, mom."
"I love you too."
"I missed you."
"I missed you, too." Cassandra breathed, pulling her son close.
. . . . .
Blaine was forced to stay in the hospital for a week for observation, but when Kurt suggested he stay Blaine wouldn't have it. He sent both Kurt and his mother home, listening to their promise of returning the next morning. The room was eerily quiet when they were gone, and for the first couple of minutes Blaine felt terribly uncomfortable. He didn't quite understand why the doctor insisted he stay for a full week. A couple days, sure, but a week seemed a bit much. All Blaine wanted to do was to go home with Kurt and live his life. Finish schooling and then maybe move out to New York. He could see him and Kurt living there in a year, Kurt returning to Broadway and Blaine selling his art and both of them just living.
They would get married, Blaine knew. He knew from the first time they kissed that Kurt was the only one he wanted to—he could marry. He was the one for Blaine, it was simple as that. And with people buying his paintings for the amount they were, Blaine could let Kurt plan the whole wedding however and wherever he wanted and then he'd surprise him with a Honeymoon somewhere special and isolated. Somewhere warm, because Kurt loved the warmth. Maybe Hawaii, maybe the Caribbean. Or maybe he'd take him to the Atlantis resort in the Bahamas. All he knew was that he'd almost lost Kurt too many times for his liking, and he wanted to make sure that he stayed Blaine's. Always.
. . . . .
The week he had to spend in the hospital was so painfully boring that Blaine thought he would go insane. Kurt had to work, as did his mom. So for most of the day he was stuck in his room by himself. Kurt had brought his newly acquired iPhone for him, but Angry Birds was only amusing for so long and then it was just annoying. Usually he would just listen to music, but he had the tendency to sing along and had already been told twice to keep quiet. Blaine hated hospitals.
When the doctor finally came in and told him he was aloud to leave, Blaine practically jumped out of the bed. He took the change of clothes Kurt had brought him off the window ledge and got changed quickly, placing his wallet and phone in his pockets before going to sign himself out. The nurse at the desk asked if he would be driving and Blaine said he wasn't; glad when she let him leave without having to call Kurt or his mom to pick him up.
When the cab driver asked where to go Blaine, in a spur-of-the-moment thought, told him to drive to the jewellery shop that was downtown. The cab driver smirked, "Buying something for the girlfriend?"
"No, boyfriend," Blaine said offhandedly. "I'm buying a ring."
. . . . . .
Kurt arrived home a bit later that evening, getting held back by some of the juniors asking him questions about being a Broadway star. When he opened the door to his and Blaine's apartment he was met by the dim light of what had to be at least a hundred candles. They led in a line towards the bedroom. Kurt placed his bag on the kitchen counter before following them into the room.
It was beautiful. There were even more candles in here, all letting of a beautiful sent, and rose petals were strewn artistically around the room. On the bed there was a single piece of paper. Kurt gingerly took it in his hands, unfolding it and smiling when he saw a drawing of a restaurant. Only Blaine would take the time to do all this. He quickly got dressed, making sure to blow all the candles out, before heading back out into the chilly Seattle night. He showed the cab driver that was already waiting the picture and he nodded.
They drove through the town and Kurt couldn't help but admire what a beautiful night it was. When they arrived at the restaurant, Kurt thanked the cab driver. When he tried to pay him, however, the man shook his head. "It's been taken care of, Mr. Hummel. Have a good evening."
Kurt thanked the man again before getting out of the cab. When he entered the restaurant it was completely empty and dark, except for one table in the center of the room with more candles, rose petals, as well as another folded piece of paper and a single red rose.
This paper had a drawing of the Space Needle on it, and Kurt momentarily panicked before realizing Blaine would never do that to him. He took the rose and went back outside to find the cab still there.
"Thank you for waiting," Kurt said when he sat down.
"Of course, Mr. Hummel. To the Space Needle, right?" Kurt nodded in affirmation.
They started the slow drive to the Needle again and Kurt gazed at the rose in his hands. It was bare, thankfully, and such a beautiful shade of red. Kurt inhaled the sent happily.
They arrived at the Space Needle and Kurt saw another path of candles and Rose petals. "As sweet as that is, he's going to set the entire town on fire." The cab driver laughed as Kurt stepped out into the cold. He walked along to the front of the Space Needle, looking up at its great height. Sitting on a bunch of Rose petals and being held down by a single candle was another sheet of paper and a post card from the Space Needle. Kurt smiled and turned over the card.
Hello, my love. I'm sure you've already figured out that this is all my doing. Well, I don't see who else it… oh never mind. I just really wanted to do something special for us tonight, I hope you don't mind. I know that the kids can be annoying sometimes and I really hope you're not, like, extremely tired right now. I'll feel terrible if you are. But anyway, love, you're nearly there. I'll be waiting.
Loving you always, Blaine. Xx
Kurt smiled and hugged the post card to him for a moment before picking up the next sheet. This one had a drawing of Blaine's school. Kurt raised an eyebrow, sort of hoping this wasn't where Blaine was waiting, although he wouldn't mind too much. He walked back to the cab, all smiled. The driver smiled back before starting off again without Kurt telling him where to go.
They arrived at Blaine's school quickly to, yet again, more candles and Rose petals. Kurt followed them to the entrance of the art department. This time there was a face-down canvas and the folded up piece of paper. Kurt picked up the canvas to see an elaborate painting of him standing at the waterfront, his back turned to the viewer, and the sunset hitting him in a very flattering way. Kurt loved it. He loved that Blaine had taken the time to paint it. For him. He picked up the folded piece of paper and saw a drawing of the waterfront, a very specific area of the waterfront as well. Kurt had a feeling that this would be it, where Blaine was waiting. After all, he thought as he walked back to the cab, the restaurant was the one they had eaten at on their last date, and the Space Needle was Kurt's first date in Seattle, Blaine school was his big milestone and then the waterfront was the place that they went whenever they simply wanted to be together.
The driver stopped just a bit away from where Kurt had to go, and Kurt smiled at the man. When he went to pick up the things Blaine had given, the driver stopped him. "Don't worry; I'm staying here until you two are finished."
"Thank you so much," Kurt gushed before stepping out. Unlike the past couple of places, the waterfront was busy as always. But Kurt spotted Blaine through it all. He was standing facing the water, dressed in a nice suit and his curls were being blown slightly by the wind. Kurt started at a brisk pace, his heart beating quickly in anticipation.
Just as he reached Blaine, the shorter man turned. The smile that spread on his face made Kurt's heart burst, and he threw himself into Blaine's arms.
"Hello, love." Blaine chuckled.
"Blaine…" Kurt breathed, "Oh my god, Blaine this is… You are…" Kurt smiled and kissed him deeply, "You're incredible."
"You liked it, then?"
"Of course I liked it, Blaine!" He gushed, "It was so romantic. And the gifts… and the drawings… When did you…?"
"I was let out of the hospital early today, so I had lots of time to work it all out. I also had a couple young girls who were a bit eager to ask you a few questions…" He smirked.
Kurt's jaw dropped, "You are the cause behind me staying an extra two hours?"
"I didn't think they'd have that many questions… I was thinking half an hour tops."
Kurt shook his head, "You're incredible."
"Thank you." Blaine smiled, grabbing Kurt's hand. "Kurt… I really wanna say something to you."
"Um… okay?" Kurt asked, feeling a bit nervous suddenly. His heart was pounding in his chest at the look Blaine was giving him. Blaine stopped them and turned Kurt so he was facing him.
"Kurt, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, and I've almost lost you twice already. I…" Blaine smiled before dropping down onto one knee. Kurt gasped loudly, bringing the hand Blaine wasn't holding tightly to his mouth. "Kurt, I don't ever want to lose you again. I want to be able to call you mine for forever and always. I want us to grow old together and be able to love each other for the rest of our lives. So Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, Broadway sensation and love of my life, will you marry me?"
Kurt stared down at his boyfriend, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He let out a small sob and pulled Blaine to his feet, throwing his arms around his neck immediately. "Of course I'll marry you. I love you so much."
Blaine pulled away from Kurt just enough to kiss him deeply. Suddenly people all around them started clapping and Kurt and Blaine pulled away, though they kept their arms around one another. Kurt gazed into Blaine's eyes and they both laughed. Blaine rested his forehead against Kurt's, "I got you a ring."
"Blaine you didn't have to…"
"I wanted to." Blaine pulled the ring out of his pocket with shaking hands. He took Kurt's left hand in his own. "It's an infinite circle because, um, I feel like no matter what we manage to find each other again, and I know that I'll love you forever. It's kind of stupid."
"No it's not," Kurt said, taking the ring from his boy- from his fiancé. It was mostly silver, though Kurt could see a band of gold in it, and there were diamonds all the way around it. They weren't huge and flashy, thank god, but small and just… perfect. He noticed words inscribed on the inside and brought it closer so he could read it. 'You and I will be young forever'. Kurt smiled, tears coming to his eyes.
"Was Teenage Dream too corny? Oh god it probably was, I'm sorry. We can… we can get it fixed, I just thought that that was the first song that I sung to you so it'd be-" Kurt stopped Blaine with a kiss, throwing his arms back around him.
"Blaine, no. It's wonderful. It's perfect. I… it's everything I could ever ask for." Kurt kissed him again.
"Can I… I mean, since I'm proposing I should probably…" Kurt understood what he was saying and handed the ring back to Blaine, who stepped back just a little and took Kurt's left hand in his own again. His hands shook as he slid the ring onto Kurt's finger. He nearly jumped with joy when it fit perfectly.
"Oh, Blaine," Kurt breathed, "It's beautiful. Thank you."
"Of course, love." Blaine said, taking his hand and starting to walk. The feel of the cold silver against his finger filled his heart with warmth. "I want you to know that you can do whatever you want for the wedding, but I am in charge of the Honeymoon."
Kurt pursed his lips, but nodded. "Fine. What's my budget?"
"You don't have one. Plan your dream wedding Kurt. I don't care where it is, how much it costs, who's coming. As long as my mom and my granddad are invited, and that you'll walk down that isle."
"You mean it?" Kurt asked.
"Of course. With my art selling like it is it isn't a problem."
"Thank you, Blaine." Kurt said.
"Thank you, Kurt. For being with me." They reached the cab, but before stepping in Kurt kissed Blaine.
"There is no one who I'd rather be with. You're my everything, Blaine, and I love you."
"I love you, too."