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The sound of thunder rumbling nearby broke Kurt out of his lazy, well-fed stupor.

"Was that-" he cut himself off as rain started pouring down on them and their picnic. "Blaine!"

Blaine made an inquisitive hum before waking up fully, having been lulled to sleep by Kurt's head rub and the warm weather. "Hey, when'd it start raining?"

"Oh, an hour ago," Kurt said, giving Blaine his most cutting glare. "Really, Blaine?"

"Hey, you know naps screw me up," Blaine said, sitting up. "Remember that time Sam convinced me I'd been asleep for a week?"

"I try not to," Kurt said. "You left a bruise on my ass for a week after barging into our apartment and knocking me over while apologizing through your tears."

"Hey, I kissed it and made it better! Multiple times, even," Blaine said, flushing a soft pink. "You can't tell me it didn't work out for you in the end."

Kurt jutted his chin out, not wanting Blaine to know he was right. He could still milk that incident for weeks if Blaine didn't realize he wasn't actually mad anymore. "C'mon, let's pack up our stuff and go home. Our blanket's already soaked and I'm afraid the dye on my shirt's gonna run."

"Sure, but it's not worth it to rush," Blaine said. "Getting a cab's going to be hell with so many people trying to get out of the rain, and I really don't want to deal with getting our picnic basket on public transport."

"If this shirt stains my skin green, you're sleeping on the couch for a week," Kurt warned, but he slowed his frantic packing. Blaine had a point, and it actually wasn't too terrible of a storm. The rain was a nice break from the August humidity, and it was more of a shower than a hurricane.

"Please, you wouldn't last an hour before you came crawling after my body heat," Blaine said, pitching in. "Bruce is comfy, but he's not me."

Kurt just whipped Blaine in the chest with one of their sodden napkins.

Once they'd gotten all of their supplies packed away, Blaine pushed himself to his feet and offered Kurt a gallant hand up. "Hey, you know what I've always wanted us to try?"

"What?" Kurt asked, nonplussed.

"Reenacting the kiss from The Notebook," Blaine said. "I know it's totally cliché, but-"

"Dibs on being Allie!" Kurt interrupted, dropping their basket back on the ground.

"So you're okay with it," Blaine said, bemused.

"If this works out, it'll be the second-best plan you've ever had, Blaine Anderson," Kurt said. He stepped back a couple paces. "This a good enough distance?"

"Yeah, I think if you got any farther you'd just knock me over," Blaine said. "Ready when you are!"

Kurt noted where his best grip on Blaine might be, then broke into a measured jog, counting, one, two, three bounds-

-and then he was in the air, legs wrapped around Blaine's waist for dear life and arms around his shoulders as usual. He bent down – wow, thank God our height difference isn't always this pronounced – and gave Blaine a deep kiss.

"Oh my God!" he squealed an eternity later, when Blaine spun them in a quick, triumphant circle as the kiss broke. "Blaine!"

"We're gonna have to try that with the roles switched some time," Blaine said, letting Kurt drop his legs back to the ground. "Not that that wasn't fantastic, though."

"Next time it rains," Kurt said, still breathless. "See, I told you getting back on a regular workout schedule would be worth it."

"I'll never doubt you again," Blaine teased, swinging their picnic basket onto his left arm and offering his right to Kurt. As they walked out of the park, he asked, "So what was my first-best idea, anyway?"

"Proposing to me, of course."