warblingaway:

Blaine fidgeted with his scarf, debating whether or not he wanted to actually do this.  He could feel the weight of the ring in his pocket, taunting him. He’d had the ring for about a month now, and every time Blaine had the opportunity, he’d either chickened out or realized that the time wasn’t right.

Like the one time a few weeks ago when Kurt had been vomiting in the toilet after a bad serving of sushi.  That really wasn’t the time to ask Kurt to marry him.

But then, a few days ago, when Blaine was curled up against Kurt on their balcony, just watching the city go by, Kurt had whispered “I love you” into Blaine’s hair, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his head.

They’d continued to just gaze out at New York, because they were really there and they could do things like that.

Really, in hindsight, Blaine probably should have done it then.

And he had thought about it.  He felt the ring in his jacket pocket pressing against his side, and he had almost gone as far as to planning what he was going to say quickly in his head.

But as he brought his hand into his pocket to take out the ring, Blaine had frozen.  

And then that same night, as he and curt lay curled up together in their bed, Blaine had realized what was missing.

Blaine was a traditional guy.  Well, as traditional as a gay guy could get.  But still, he had morals, he followed tradition.

And what was the one tradition about engagement that he’d almost forgotten?

Getting the father’s approval.

Well shit.

So that’s how Blaine found himself outside of Burt’s Tire and Lube shop at seven in the morning.  Luckily for him, he and Kurt were visiting for the weekend, so he didn’t have to make a special flight out to Lima from New York.

But he was there now, and he knew this was the only way he was going to be able to ever ask Kurt to marry him.

Bracing himself, Blaine slowly slipped out of the car and began the short trek into the auto shop.

He caught site of Kurt’s dad, looking down at a table full of paper work.

“Mr. Hummel?” Blaine said cautiously, his eyes shifting as the man turned around.

And if Burt was startled, he didn’t show it.  ”Hi bud,” he said, wiping his hands off on a towel.  ”What’s up?”

Blaine cleared his throat and looked sideways, away from Burt’s curious gaze.  ”I - um -” Blaine cut off, his voice constricting in his throat and his heart thumping wildly in his chest.  What was he even doing? Why was he even asking for Kurt’s hand in marriage? His dad wasn’t going to just give his little boy away like that.

“Yes?” Burt prompted after a moment, his eyebrows raising a little.

And in that moment, Blaine knew that Burt knew why Blaine had come to talk to him.

“I’ve come to ask your permission to marry Kurt,” Blaine said slowly.  

He had a whole speech planned out, elaborate and filled with beautiful, romantic words that would all but force Burt into relenting.

So what he said next shocked Blaine.  

“Finally!”

“I just really love him, sir, and -” Blaine paused, his eyebrows crinkling in confusion as he realized what Burt had said.  ”I - what?”

“Listen,” Burt said as he placed a hand on Blaine’s shoulder.  ”You and Kurt have been together for six years now.  Obviously you’re devoted to him, since he’s not the easiest to put up with.”

Blaine chuckled, and Burt went on.  ”And he’s kind of crazy about you, so…” Burt paused, turning to look Blaine directly in the eye.  ”You have my permission.”

Blaine could feel the water welling in his eyes a little before he nodded eagerly.  ”Thank you,” he whispered.

And then Burt stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Blaine, enveloping him in a firm hug.

“You take care of my boy,” he said as he released him.  ”You give him all the love he deserves.”

“I will, sir,” Blaine replied instantly.  

“I know you will,” Burt said, his eyes shining a little.  ”And, for the millionth time, kid, call me Burt.”

“Burt,” Blaine corrected, feeling his cheeks tinting pink.

“After all,” Burt mused after a few moments of comfortable silence, “We are going to be related soon, are we not?”

Blaine smiled and, once again, felt his eyes welling with tears as he let out a small chuckle.

(Source: sararye)