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Kurt’s at work and to tell the truth? He’s bored as fuck. Don’t tell his boss that though. Amanda doesn’t like when people are bored so she’ll probably give him some stupid project that doesn’t really mean anything and he needs that less than being bored right now.
It’s his own fault he’s bored anyway. He was too efficient at getting everything done and now his December projections are already sent off for final approval (10 days early thank you very much), his swatch board is organized for the next day’s meeting and he thinks if he makes one more phone call to Milan they will actually fire him.
So he’s playing on his computer. He’s in the middle of a very important game of Solitaire when his email pings with a new message. He considers letting it go until he’s done the most epic game of his life but if it’s work related then the mind-numbing boredom will stop.
He clicks over to email and while the email isn’t from work, it does make him smile when he see ‘[email protected]' in the sender line. He misses randomly texting Blaine all day when his boyfriend is in rehearsal and can’t have his phone on him (like today). Blaine must be on lunch though so he clicks open the email, expecting a stupid meme or something to make him laugh.
Instead it’s just Blaine’s email signature ‘Blaine Warbler Esq.’ (because his boyfriend is seriously the dorkiest human) and an attachment. He curiously clicks open the attachment, ready to be very angry if this is some sort of email virus, but it’s just a word document that pops open on his computer.
I miss you.
That’s all it says but it still makes a soft smile spread on Kurt’s face.
***
Yesterday Kurt was bored. Today? He wishes he could have five minutes to sit down. Why can’t days ever be just a happy medium?His world is always rush rush rush or 150 games of Solitaire.
He’s packing up his things lightening fast from one meeting so he can make his way to another conference room to another meeting across the building when his phone pings with a new email message. He rearranges the things in his hands to reach his phone and notices the new email is from Blaine.
He thumbs it open as he speed walks towards the other conference room (almost hitting Nancy and her cup of coffee. He at least makes sure to say ‘sorry’) and the email is once again just an attachment. He clicks it open to find;
Breathe. You got this. Nothing you can’t handle.
And the fact that Blaine just KNOWS has Kurt stopping, his hand pressed against the door he needs to be through 10 minutes ago, and giving a goofy, too wide for work (seriously Nancy probably thinks he’s gone crazy if she’s still looking at him), smile at his phone.
***
The emails with simple attachments continue all week (even on the weekend). He tries asking Blaine about them at night but Blaine just shrugs, kisses him gentle and wanders off to the music room to practice. So far the other attachments he’s gotten have been;
I can’t wait to see you tonight.
I want to lick every inch of your body. (He’d read that one under the table at a meeting and oh god that was awkward.)
Have I mentioned you’re now the single most interesting man in all of New York? (He has mentioned that. Kurt doesn’t believe him as much as he did back in high school. Ohio and New York have very different ‘interesting’ scales)
And yesterday’s attachment had simply been;
I love you.
Kurt is once again bored at work. He had been texting with Blaine earlier (it’s Monday, Blaine’s one day off) but he has since stopped responding. Kurt thinks he’s probably at the gym and lets it go.
He hasn’t gotten an email from Blaine today yet and as the clock reads 4:30 p.m. he’s not sure he’s going to. He usually packs up and leaves work around 4:45 p.m. and most of Blaine’s emails had come around noon. He’s not sure why he’s a little sad about that. They’ve only been happening a week and it’s not like he requires Blaine to send him cute little emails. He’d just…really liked them.
He’s just finishing up a game of Minesweeper (he likes to mix it up sometimes from Solitaire) when his email pings. He does a giddy little bounce in his seat even though he knows it’s probably not from Blaine and most likely Teresa asking a question that could probably wait until tomorrow.
But it is in fact ‘bwarbler’ who has sent him this email and he claps in a subduedly excited way (he’s still at work after all) before opening it and clicking straight to the attachment. Once he reads today’s attachment though he feels many emotions rolled up into one split second;
Will you marry me?
At first he can’t breath. Then his heart starts to pound. Then he feels this bubble of excitement that is threatening to burst and consume him. Then he’s confused (is this just Blaine being silly?). And then he’s angry because not only is that not an overly funny joke after almost 8 years of dating but if it ISN’T a joke then really Blaine? Over EMAIL?!
He’s so busy feeling all of his emotions that he misses a throat clearing from his doorway the first time it happens. It takes the person doing it again for him to look up from his computer.
And there, smiling sweetly from one knee with a ring box held open in his hand, is Blaine.
“So?” He says with a hesitant smile.
Kurt stares dumbly at him for a few moments before everything seems to come to life again and he gets up and walks towards him.
“Yes.” He says simply, breaking out into a wide smile.
Blaine’s smile matches his as he gets up to slide the ring onto Kurt’s finger and kiss him. It’s too big of a kiss for work but Kurt just got fucking engaged so who cares?
They pull apart but only by the lips, both unwilling to separate their bodies just yet.
“Did you see my new signature?” Blaine asks nodding towards Kurt’s computer.
Kurt gives a confused shake of his head before making his way over and looking more closely at the email.
Blaine Warbler Hummel? Esq.
is what greets him and he smiles down at it before simply hitting the backspace to get rid of the question mark.
…And maybe he also backspaces the Esq. which makes Blaine laugh.