3 YEARS LATER "Justin." Brian calls me away from my painting and into the kitchen. I make one last stroke of color before setting the brush down and placing my canvas on the floor. I finally make my way to him. "Yeah?" Brian looks pissed. "What did you do with my favorite navy blue Armani tie?" Shrugging, I have no idea which one he's talking about. He has so many damn ties and some of them look the same, just different seasons. "I don't know where your fucking tie is. Did you check the closet?" "Yes. It's not there." He whines. What a big baby. "Well, I don't know what to tell you." He runs a hand through his hair. "Would you go check the closet for me?" "Brian!" What the fuck? "Please?" He gives me his best pout and I can't resist. Groaning, I finally give in. "Fine." After thoroughly checking the closet, the dresser and even the laundry hamper, I come up empty handed. "Brian, I have no fucking idea where it is!" I call coming down the stairs and into the kitchen where I left him. "Brian?" He's no where to be seen. Fuck it, he probably found it. I give one last call to him before deciding to go back in my studio. Something catches my eye hanging from my easel. Curiousity over comes my sensibilities and I take a few steps closer. That's when I see it. Brian's tie, tied around the top of my easel. What the fuck? I go to grab it, but it seems weighted. That's when I see it. A ring. "Do you like it?" Brian creeps up from behind me. I turn so fast that I almost break the wood. "Brian, what..?" "I want you to marry me." "Marry you? I thought that after all the shit with Kevin-" He places a finger to my lips. "Not like that. I want you to marry me in your heart." I think that's the most romantic thing Brian Kinney has ever said to me. Again, I'm speechless. "What do you say? Marry me right now, right here." Looking down, my clothes are filled with paint splatters. "Brian, I'm covered in paint." "So? We don't need to be conventional about it. Since when were we ever the conventional couple?" He pleads. I can't hide a smile from spreading on my face. "Yes." "Good." He answers untying the ring from my easel. He takes out a larger ring from his pocket and hands it to me. "What should we say?" I wonder. He takes my hand into his. "What ever your feeling about me." "Well then, I don't need words. There aren't any to describe it." I grin sliding the ring onto his finger. "I love you. What can I say but from this day forward I will always come after you, no matter what." Brian finishes putting the ring on my finger. We lean in and kiss for a long moment. "So how does it feel?" He asks. "It feels like I have been waiting for this since the moment I met you." I tell him seriously. I really have. I use to fantasize that one day Brian and I would get married. Have a life, a family. That said, he leans down and kisses me again. "Somehow, Sunshine, I think I have been too."