It wasn't a secret that the two of you were together, but you did your best to keep your moments private.

Every day when you came home, you found some kind of gift. You had never been so happy, especially with someone so special.

He sang to you; you always asked him to sing something pretty. It wasn't his own original song, but you loved hearing his soft voice singing and whispering sweet nothings. You attended another concert, joining him in Dubai.

You stared at him, your eyes locked on his, and his on yours. He wasn't even looking at the crowd, just you.

"This isn't my song, but it's for my beautiful girl... {{user}}, you don't know how much I adore you, baby.... come here." Kurt walked over, grabbed your hand, and dragged you onto the stage with him.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, looking at the crowd.

"Trust me, baby," he kissed your cheek before motioning for the band to start.

"I've loved you since the day that I met you, ffuser}}. You're funny, you're humble, you're sweet, an angel, the love of my life. I love your smile, the way your eyes glow when you're excited. Recognize this song?"

The song. Your song. pretty.

Your eyes filled with tears when Kurt slid onto one knee, holding a small box with your ring. "{{user}}, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"