Well well well, young reader, it seems my dark powers of writing fanfics has once again drawn you to a new creation of mine *insert sly smile* Just because I'm that awesome. OK, this a new collection of one-shots (unrelated, of course) about different ways Blaine and Kurt could have done one of the following:

Gotten engaged

Gotten married

Told New Directions they were engaged

Told Burt and Carole they were engaged

Told Blaine's parents they were engaged

Told the Warblers.

Witnessing the birth of their first child

So basically, anything in the future that is heart-wrenching and fluffy. And I'm taking prompts and using my own ideas too, but I can't PM, so just send prompts in as reviews. Reviews are like crack to me if you catch my drift, *hint hint*

SO, enjoy! I plan on continuing this for a long time, so bear with me! :)

OK, enough of my meaningless rambling, let's get on with it!

Broadway, Part 1

Oh. My. God.

Oh. My. God.

I sat on my couch, staring at the letter in my lap. This was actually happening. I was sitting on my boyfriend of 4 years and my couch, in our large-ish Manhattan apartment, reading the letter I'd been dying to get for ages.

"Oh my God," I said out loud quietly. I was alone, and unafraid of embarrassment, so I squealed, jumped off the couch and started doing a silly victory dance around our living room, managing to knock my latest copy of Vogue in the process. But it was all happening so fast. I'd only graduated high school four years ago, and yet here I was, my career blooming. When-

"HONEY, I'M HOOOOOOOOOOOME!"

I chuckled at my boyfriend's antics, then gasped and smiled and squealed. I had to tell Blaine. I rounded a corner into our family room and there stood Blaine at our front door, his hair ungelled (THANK GRILLED CHEESUS) and hanging his suit jacket on the coat rack. He turned towards me and smiled his totally Blaine-esque smile. I threw myself into his arms and started sobbing tears of absolute joy. I could feel Blaine staring down at me curiously.

"Wow. I get you're very happy to see me, but reduced to tears at my arrival? Aww, you do love me." He pressed a kiss to my hair and I looked up, wiping my tears away and smirking.

"Well, I do love seeing you and your ungelled hair, which is incredibly hot by the way-" he blushed furiously at this. "I'm sobbing tears of joy because the most amazing thing happened, Blaine."

"What happened Kurt? Are you the new Editor-In-Chief of Vogue? Did Martians invade our apartment and give you a free puppy? Did-"

"Blaine Darren Anderson, shut up for a minute so I can tell you!" I shouted. My smile widened as I shouted my news. "I'M PLAYING FIYERO ON BROADWAY!"

Blaine gasped, unsurprised but ecstatic. He wrapped his arms around me so tight and started crying right along with me.

"Oh, Kurt, this is amazing! I can't believe this is really happening!" he exclaimed, pulling back to look into my eyes. They were burning with love, the hazel color darkening into a deep green like they did when he was really happy.

"You can't believe it? And all this time I thought you believed in me." Blaine just laughed at my joke and pulled me in, kissing me passionately. With Blaine, every kiss felt like a first kiss, but it was this one that was really special. I felt every single feeling he had for me within this one kiss. I wrapped my arms around my neck, and he pulled me closer, hands wrapped around my waist.

"Kurt," he mumbled against my lips, "I'm so proud of you. Really, you have no idea."

"Less talking," I said, pulling him in again. We just stood there for what seemed like hours and seconds all at once. Finally, we pulled away, cheeks flushed.

"And," I said, "They sent me three free tickets for my first night. Front row. Hmm…I wonder who I should give them to!" Blaine just growled low in his throat, but walked away.

"Tease!" I shouted after him. I heard a chuckle as he began dinner. Then I realized if Blaine had one ticket, who would get the other two? I smiled and mentally slapped myself for not thinking of it sooner. I picked up my phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Hey Kurt!"

"Hi Rachel. Listen, I have some big news. Can I stop by your apartment?" I asked.

"Sure. Hold on one sec. Finn Hudson put our daughter down before you drop her! Sorry, Finn was playing airplane with Leila, but the fan was on. Gosh, how did you deal with him at home?" I chuckled at my brothers antics, said a quick goodbye, and hung up. "Blaine, I'm heading to Rachel's to tell her and Finn the big news.

~oOo~

"Kurt!"

Finn engulfed me in a hug so tight I thought my lungs were going to pop out of my chest.

"Good to see you too Finn, now quit suffocating me!" I choked out. He pulled away, looking sheepish. But of course, Rachel just came and engulfed me in a bigger hug.

"Kurt! Come in, come in!" Rachel pulled me into their finely-furnished apartment, and I smiled. A small, cherub-faced, brown haired, brown-eyed little girl stared up and smiled at me with a toothy grin. She leaped up and hugged me tight as well.

"Uncle Kurt!" she squealed. I squeezed her back.

"Hey, Leila-Bear!" I said, planting a kiss on her forehead, admiring her as I always did. She was the perfect child of Finn and Rachel. She had Finn's curls, but Rachel's auburn-chestnut coloring. Her eyes were exact copies of Finn's golden brown ones, and she (unfortunately but fortunately at the same time) had Rachel's rather large nose. She was the most beautiful child he had ever seen. And he could tell she was going to be a singer, as good as or better than Rachel. She had two very talented parents after all.

"How's Uncle Blaine?" she asked.

"Perfect, Lei-Lei. Now come here, I have something important to tell you guys!" I pulled Leila onto my lap as Finn and Rachel sat across from me on the loveseat, smiling.

"So? What's this good news we've been hearing about?" Finn asked.

"I'm glad you guys are sitting down, because get this…I'M PLAYING FIYERO ON BROADWAY!"

Rachel screamed and flung herself over, hugging me and crying and screaming.

"KURT! THIS IS AMAZING! First me in Phantom of the Opera playing Christine and now you playing Fiyero!" Rachel pulled away, wiping away her tears and smiling her bright smile. "We made it Kurt. We really made it."

"I know, Rach. I know!" I squealed. I went over to Finn as he opened his arms and hugged me. "And that's not all!" I opened my messenger bag and handed both of them the tickets. "Those are front row. Blaine's going too, so you'll be in the audience with him on my first night!"

Rachel squealed again then looked concerned. "Well, we'll need to get a babysitter for Leila."

"How about Mercedes and Puck? I mean, they're really happy together, though nobody was expecting it. And they have Jake, so Leila can play with him."

"Kurt, are you really suggesting we leave our child with Puckerman? I mean, Mercedes will be there, but still!" Rachel said.

"Hold on," I said, whipping my phone out. I dialed the familiar number and waited.

"Hello?"

"Hey Britt-Britt!"

"Boo, it's you! Oh, me and Sanny have missed you!" Brittney squealed over the phone. She and Santana had moved to New York and, a few years back, gotten married and used a sperm donor to have a son (Santana carried him), little Alex.

"I've missed you too! I've just been so busy lately. But listen, I have great news! I landed the part Fiyero on Broadway!"

"Broadway?" Brittney asked in her Britt-childness. "Why is the way so broad?"

"No, boo, it's a place in New York with the best theatres in the world, and I got a major role! Rachel and Finn are going with Blaine to see my first performance, and I was wondering if you and Santana could watch Leila that night. Just until 10. Is that OK?"

"Oh, of course boo! Just make sure you stop by after the show, OK? I've missed you and your soft hands. Oh and how's your dolphin?"

"Amazing, Britt. OK, I'll see you in a few days, alright?"

"OK. Bye bye Kurtie Pie!"

"Bye."

I hung up and smiled at Rachel. "All set. Britt and San will watch our little princess," I said, ruffling Leila Marie Hudson's hair. I noticed her blushing and smiling slightly.

"Hmm…Leila, do you have a crush on Alex?" I asked with slight smile. The cute little five-year-old nodded. "Aww, that's adorable!"

"Why didn't you tell Mommy, Leila?" Rachel asked sweetly.

"Because I didn't know if I should."

"Aww, you can always tell me about boys you might like, sweetheart. Now let's go wash up for dinner." Rachel smiled and hugged me, said goodbye, and led Leila away, who waved and blew me a kiss. I blew one back and smiled brightly.

"See you in a few days, lil' bro," Finn said, engulfing me in a hug.

"Finn, I'm a year older than you," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but I'm taller, and look older."

"Touché. Later bro." I left their apartment, and hailed a cab back to my own.

~oOo~

"Blaine?" I called. Blaine looked up at me and smiled, launching off the couch and hugging me like I'd been gone for a week. "Blaine, I've only been gone for 20 minutes."

"Worst twenty minutes of my life," her murmured into my ear. I shivered at the hot breath on my ear, but pulled away and smiled.

"Rachel and Finn will be accompanying you to the show, and Leila and Brittney asked how you were."

"Brittney?"

"Yeah, I called to ask if she'd watch Leila while Rachel and Finn were out."

"OK. Well, now I have a surprise for you. Come on." Blaine led me into the kitchen and I gasped.

There on the table was pork tenderloin and roasted root vegetables, my favorite dinner. Blaine kissed the sensitive spot of my neck and smiled.

"Happy anniversary, Kurt." I turned and smiled. Of course, Blaine, the hopeless romantic, would do this.

"Thank you, Blaine. So much." I hugged him and then we sat to glasses of red wine. We toasted to five years together. When dinner was over, I ran in my room and brought out a large box, placing it on the table.

"Open it," I said. Blaine did as he was told and gasped.

"Kurt…did you…did you paint this?" he asked, awe-struck.

"Yeah. I've always been a bit of a painter." Sitting in the box was a painting of Blaine and me, foreheads pressed together, smiling and gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. A picture just like it had been taken by Carole a week back, and I'd copied it in paint.

"Kurt…this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Thank you, I love you and will love you until the end of time and longer." He came over and kissed me, me literally melting into his touch.

"Blaine, you are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me," I said, pulling away and smiling. "Thank you, just for being you."

"Oh, just being me isn't your present. But you're not getting it tonight. You're getting it in a few days, a week maybe. Somewhere very, very special," Blaine said with a smirk.

"Torturing me now, are you? Thanks Blaine. Now I'm going to be guessing what it is forever."

"Trust me," he said, kissing my forehead. "It'll be worth the wait."

He sauntered into the bedroom after that, disposing of his shirt in the laundry basket. Even after five years, I still ogled at Blaine's bare chest. We crawled into bed and lay there in each other's arms, totally content. But one question kept hitting me.

What was Blaine's big surprise gift?

~oOo~

The lights. The cheering. The crowd. Everything was so overwhelming and scary and yet I was in a state of bliss and peace as I bowed to more cheers. This is what I had been waiting for.

I stared down at the front row. There was Rachel, tearing up and cheering. There was Finn, right next to her, crying harder. And there…wasn't Blaine.

Blaine was gone. Nowhere to be found. I stared down at the front row with a fake smile on my face, trying not to cry. Why did Blaine disappear? Suddenly, the girl playing Glinda, who had instantly befriended Kurt, pushed him forward in front of the curtain as the rest of the cast drifted behind it. She gave him one final wink before disappearing. The audience looked at Kurt awkwardly, wondering what was going on.

And then Kurt heard the familiar click of designer dress shoes. Blaine had made his way on stage. My face immediately lit up as Blaine began to speak into a microphone.

"Well, hello everyone. My name is Blaine Anderson. And after much arguing with the owner of the theatre, I have gotten permission to do this, so bear with me here. This lovely young man on stage, Kurt Hummel as Fiyero, is my boyfriend. And I love him very much. We both attended Dalton Academy for Boys in Westerville, Ohio, so you could say we're 'high school sweethearts'." Laughs rang through the crowd as I scanned them with a bright smile. No one looked ready to kill, or prejudiced. In fact, they hung on to Blaine's every word. He just had that way with people.

"Kurt has been through everything with me. He had held me when I've cried, and hugged me when I'm happy, and had Harry Potter wand duels with me when I'm feeling downright goofy and fanboy-ish. Because of course, Harry Potter is amazing. But that's beside the point. The point is, Kurt," he said, turning towards me. "You are my everything. You're my sun, my moon, my stars, my heart, and my mind. Without you, there is no life. I couldn't live without you Kurt, and I definitely don't plan on it. In fact," he said with an eyebrow waggle. "I plan on being with you as long as we both shall live." Happy and excited gasps rang through the crowd as I stood there, motionless but the biggest smile lighting up my face. Blaine got down on one knee, and pulled out a small black velvet box, flipping it open. I gasped at the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. The platinum band sparkled in the stage lights, but paled in comparison to the five diamonds surrounding a large blue-green-grey stone. It matched the color of my eyes exactly.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," he said into the microphone. "Will you marry me?" I didn't hesitate. I plucked the microphone from his hand.

"Blaine Darren Anderson, it would be no bigger honor than to become your husband. Yes!" I said. The crowd exploded in cheers as I set microphone down and pulled my boyfriend-no, fiancé-into a kiss. Nothing felt more amazing than that. Because I knew we'd be together. Forever.

~oOo~

"KURT!"

Brittney flung herself into my arms, which made me grudgingly release Blaine's hand.

"Hey boo!" I said, squeezing her tight. She pulled away and smiled at me.

"How was your show?" she asked.

"It was amazing," I said, shooting a playful smile at Blaine, "Especially the end."

"Kurt!" exclaimed a deeper voice. Santana ran over and, showing a sweeter side, gave me a hug.

"Hey San! Listen, we want to show you something. The end of the show was the best, because Blaine came over and…" I held up my left hand showing them my beautiful ring.

The wives screamed and hugged me. "Congratulations!" they exclaimed.

I eyed Leila over my shoulder, her little fingers entwined with Alex's. I smiled and hugged the two mothers tighter. I pulled away and looked at Rachel and Finn, who'd congratulated both of us thoroughly, with Finn doing a bit of brotherly-threatening. Blaine was excited he would be getting a brother and sister, as was Kurt with Blaine's sister, Melanie Rose Anderson.

"Can I help plan your wedding?" Britt asked.

"Of course boo! Santana, you'll keep her under control right?" Santana gazed at her lovingly.

"I always do."

Blaine and I left after that, letting the other four catch up. I turned towards Blaine and hugged him.

"Blaine," I whispered in his ear. "Best. Anniversary. Ever."

Well, I hope I please you hard core Klainers! So, the next chapter, but only the next one shall be connected to this. So, keep reading! And I'll give you a cyber cookie if you review or prompt me! =D